Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
A small clicking noise emulated from the libraries security checkers as Lovino stomped through them, earning a few gazes and whispers.
"Are you alright?"
He ignored the question from a preteen girl at a table he passed.
A for effort.
Lovi darted past rows of history books until he found is usual small table at the back. It was tucked into the far corner of the library. Surrounded by dusty books about wars and encyclopedias. Rarely did anyone find themselves in what Lovi had dubbed his section. With the popularity of the internet, no one needed to check out a book on history anymore.
No one besides Lovino.
He sunk into a chair and started unzipping his bag, rifling through it for his ipod.
He found his headphones and tugged, expecting the music player to come with them but...there was nothing on the end of the wires.
No...Fuck!
He'd left it at Antonio's.
"goddamnit!" He hissed and kicked the table's closest leg, laying his head on his arms.
He didn't want to be here without music, without something to block out his personal thoughts while he did homework.
Lovino would have remained the lone member of his pity party for a few minutes longer, but the sound of a familiar young male speaking to a hushed librarian grabbed his attention. He strained his ears to hear more but couldn't catch anything besides bits and pieces.
"...angry?"
"...the back row..."
After 30 seconds of silence, he lost interest, assuming he was hearing things.
Lovi sniffled, feeling like a child.
Lots of kids have it worse.
His head was hurting still and he just wanted to catch a little bit of sleep before someone found him and kicked him out. He felt ashamed for the way he had acted and stupid for throwing a tantrum over an ipod. And now he was hearing shit.
Lovi attempted to clear his mind, focusing on his breathing and the smell of books and dust. He didn't want to go home, all that waited for him there was dishes and yelling.
And most of all, he didn't want to see Antonio standing on his stupid porch wearing a stupid Sleeping With Sirens t-shirt, smiling at him from a yard with less grass than his own.
But the truth was, he really did.
And he'd fantasized about it for years after Antonio's family had moved away, leaving Lovi to a bleak existence of dishes and gardening. No one there to read comics with. No one there who shared his stupid music taste or understood his stupid first world problems.
The sound of metal being set on wood grabbed his attention. He picked his head up to find Antonio staring down at him. At first Lovino thought he had dozed off and was dreaming but Toni spoke, ruining the illusion.
"You left this and...I was worried."
The Spaniard scooted Lovi's ipod across the table and with one last glance, made to turn around and leave-but the teenager stood and grabbed his wrist, a shadow falling across the notebooks littered on the table.
Antonio turned to look at the boy expecting a spray of colorful language.
But when Lovi spoke, it was weak-almost a whisper.
"Stay."