A/N: Early chapter this week!

Hope you like it, and I don't have much to say, so please read!

Still don't own Hetalia, but it is a work in progress.

Lovino had been in a good mood for the past few weeks, as Feliciano seemed to be doing okay, and then, though he would never ever admit it and you had better not tell anyone you goddamn idiot, he was very happy with Antonio.

And he could almost always ignore the nagging issue of being the personification of the southern region of Italy.

But, you know, besides that, life was good, he guessed.

Then something occurred to him. And it was not a very good thing.

This is Lovino fucking Vargas we are talking about here.

So, obviously something was going to go wrong at some point. And, with how things were now, it was definitely going to be very soon.

And he was almost always right about this. The last time had been when his parents died and he had to live with his grandfather.

But, before all of Lovino's life lost a little more of it's delicate balance, he wanted to enjoy his last day before spring break to the fullest extent.

That morning it became obvious that Antonio had the same idea. Though not necessarily in the way Lovino wanted. However at the same time, it was even better than what Lovino had wanted.

He woke up to Antonio staring at him, in his oddly not very creepy way, and as soon as the Spaniard noticed that Lovino's eyes were looking back at him, they lit up and Antonio jumped on him, hitting his stomach and forcing Lovino to breath out a quick breath of air, before gasping, "Get the fuck off me, you goddamn tomato bastard."

Antonio fake pouted, leaning over and pressing his nose against Lovino's, and saying, "Awww, is my Lovi in a bad mood?"

"Yes, if you are here," was Lovino's quick reply, causing Antonio's frown to become more defined.

Antonio sat up, making it momentarily difficult to breath for Lovino yet again, and murmered, "Lo siento."

He quickly hopped off of Lovino's bed, and walked away, pulling off his pajama shirt and searching his dresser for a clean one.

Lovino sat up and watched him for a moment, before also standing up and walking up to Antonio and silently putting his arms around his stomach, Antonio swiftly turning around in surprise, the pair immediately hitting foreheads, and Lovino falling backwards. Antonio helped him up, Lovino cursing darkly, and then grinned.

"Why the hell are you so happy? You could have fucking killed me with a skull that thick," Lovino sourly muttered.

Antonio kissed him briefly, before pulling away and saying, "Maybe after classes we could have dinner? After all, this is the last time we will see each other in over a week, and I want to enjoy basking in your presence as much as possible."

"Of course you want to bask in my presence. Everyone does, and for some reason I let an asshole like you do it more than anyone else. I'll do it, however, as I have given up trying to figure out why I enjoy spending time with you," Lovino said, a brief smile passing over his face.

Then they both got ready, Antonio finishing several minutes before Lovino and wondering loudly what was wrong with a t-shirt and baggy jeans and why Lovino didn't realize he would still look very sexy simply wearing a trash bag, and maybe he should try it sometime.

Then they left for class, Antonio walking Lovino to his, though he had to go all the way to the eighth grade area of the school and then back to the other side.

And Lovino wondered if maybe his intuition was wrong, that maybe it wouldn't be today something bad happened. And then lunch happened.

At lunch, Antonio flirted with him and he pretended to be annoyed as usual, until Arthur walked up, and Lovino automatically could tell something was wrong. Arthur's skin was paler than usual, his hair looking slightly greasy in the bright lights of the cafeteria, and his clothing was a little wrinkled.

Every sound faded into blurring background when Arthur stood up and cleared his throat, everyone looking at him, Alfred putting his hand on Arthur's shaking one. The sound of Ivan chasing Yao was gone, Matthias bothering Lukas had disappeared, Antonio had even stopped talking, when Arthur stood up.

Arthur opened his mouth, and no noise came out, until he took a deep breath and tried again, "I- I have something to tell all of you..." he began awkwardly, and Lovino's stomach plummeted. He didn't want to know what Arthur was going to say, but he still heard his next words.

Matthew was confused. What was Arthur going to say? Maybe it was about how Arthur and Alfred had gotten together, though this meant that Matthew already knew it, since his cousin had ran into his bedroom two days ago saying (while Matthew quickly got dressed after the shower he had just taken) that he had finally, finally, kissed Arthur, and that Arthur hadn't freaked out, and Alfred probably would have gone into much more detail, honestly probably more than Matthew wanted to hear at the moment, if Gilbert hadn't walked in as well, and immediately started congratulating Alfred at finally getting with Arthur, and then Matthew had kicked them both out so he could finish putting on his shirt and brushing his teeth and getting ready to go get dinner.

But it really didn't seem like that was it. If it had been, then Arthur would probably, hopefully, be happy. But instead Arthur looked scared and shaky, and he was speaking very quickly. And then Arthur spoke again, so fast that Matthew had to take a moment to register it. "I was the one who made us die and be reborn as kids. It was my fault. I did a sort of spell, because I wanted to start over and you all hated me, so I killed us, and we were reincarnated, because I am a huge needy jackass."

Matthew stared blankly, then glanced at Alfred to gauge his reaction, since his tended to be very very obvious. Alfred had let go of Arthur's hand and was staring at him with a mix of confusion and anger, his eyebrows furrowed behind his glasses, and an expression that honestly scared Matthew a little.

Arthur looked around the table, seeing the other's faces, tears streaming down his cheeks, and Matthew took the opportunity to look around too, and saw only blank or angry expressions on all of his friends' faces. Apparently Arthur saw the same thing, because he stood up and ran away, Matthew still was able to hear his sobbing as he sprinted out of the cafeteria, over the noise of the other students. Alfred got up next, but it was obvious that it wasn't to comfort him, since his confusion had faded away and all there was now was dark anger. He walked slowly away, leaving everyone to look at each other.

Finally, Francis spoke, "Did- wow, did anyone expect this?"

"I- I knew about it," Kiku whispered looking down uncomfortably when everyone stared at him.

Ludwig stood up, and practically growled, "Vhat? And you didn't tell any of us?"

"Ar- Arthur-san had to do it on his own," Kiku whispered, and everyone glared at the poor little Japanese boy, who began shaking and hiding behind Heracles, who looked the most calm out of all of them. Though, now that Matthew thought about it, if Kiku had told anyone it would be his boyfriend, so he probably knew about it already.

Matthew decided that maybe this would be a good time to check on his cousin, and did not want to witness everyone yelling at poor Kiku, so he stood up and jogged out of the cafeteria. He decided that Alfred probably not gone to his room, as then there was a chance of Arthur being there, and ran to the only other place that he figured Alfred would go.

Once he got there, he saw Alfred staring darkly at the chemistry experiment he had been working on earlier that day. Matthew decided that it was not a good idea to have Alfred near any acidic material when he was in this mood. "A-Alfred? Are you alright?"

"Why the hell would I be?" Alfred glanced up for a moment, and Matthew saw his eyes shining with angry tears, "I mean, my recent boyfriend just told me that all of my problems this year were his fault. Why would I be mad about that?"

Matthew frowned, "Well, it wasn't really him, was it? It was England, not Arthur who did it."

"What's the fucking difference?" Alfred hissed.

Matthew was actually mildly pissed off at his cousin at this point. "What's the difference? What's the difference?! You told me that you were sure you are different from what you used to be. So isn't it the same with Arthur?! Hasn't he changed from what you remember?!"

"I don't know! I thought there was, but I don't know!" Alfred yelled, setting down his equipment carefully and stripping off his gloves after cleaning the chemicals carefully, even though he was angry.

Matthew frowned deeply. "Don't be such a hypocrite! Go talk to him if you want to fix it before he thinks you hate him forever!"

Alfred blinked, realizing that that was probably exactly what Arthur thought, and took off running to their room, Matthew chasing after him, struggling with Kumajiro in his arms. Once he caught up to Alfred he saw that the boy was standing in the room, staring blankly at a piece of paper. Matthew walked up to Alfred and put his arms around him, and Alfred whispered, "He left for spring break early, he will be back, but he says he is going to work on getting a different room, since he knows I hate him. I won't see him for over a week!" Alfred cried, turning around and letting Matthew hug him, who pursed his lips, hoping that Arthur would come back, more for his cousins sake more than his own.

A/N: GODDAMMIT ALFRED DON'T BE SUCH A HYPOCRITE.

I always feel so bad for Artie, as I tend to ruin his life more than pretty much anyone else. Actually, it would be kind of nice if you would tell me who gets the worst of life, so please comment that!

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