AN: I'm eating a Kid Cusine. I'm 19 years old. The fun never ends.
Ahh I got a review and it made me want to actually update ffff
As for the question you presented, dear reviewer, Feli isnt explained for a while~ Thank you so much for your kind words!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
Lovino was trying very hard not to kill the man walking next to him. Antonio had caught him on his way to the library again and insisted on walking with him. He kept talking despite Lovi's obvious disinterest in anything he was saying.
"My cousins lived at my apartment after me. Their mother-my aunt-owns the complexes so I got my 'rents old one for a discount when they moved out."
Lovi yawned, wishing his parents didn't feel the need to constantly wake him up from naps. He rubbed at his eyes and considered crashing in the library when he got there. Warm chairs, surrounded by books-
"Tired? Working hard to graduate?" The Spaniard's voice cut through Lovi's daydream, throwing him back to reality.
That's fucking it!
Lovino spun to face Antonio, blocking the taller man's path.
"What the fuck is it to you? Why do you walk with me at night? Why do you care if I graduate? You don't even know me, remember? I'm just your fucking neighbor."
He raised his hands to push the Spaniard but Toni caught him by the wrists. His touch was light but firm, not meant to harm.
In a low voice he whispered to the shorter boy, "Please let me explain."
His eyes looked green under the glare of the street lamps and for a moment, the Italian couldn't look away. The last time he had been so close to his face, with a look of vulnerability mirroring this one, Antonio had leaned in and-
A bitter fury began to unravel in Lovino's gut and he wrenched his hands away, turning so he didn't have to look at Antonio's crestfallen features.
"No."
He picked up pace, putting on his hood and popping white headphones in his ears. Despite the snub, Antonio kept pace with him up until they reached Gilbert's place. Without so much as a wave, he veered off the road and walked up the path to his friend's house.
Lovino pressed a small button on the ipod in his pocket, turning the music back on. He had been expecting at least a goodbye but...
Wasn't like he cared one way or the other.