N/T1: Okay this is so late i am so sorry. October was not my creative month. I had no motivation whatsoever and I feel so horrible about it.

N/T2: So we all know that updates aren't going to happen a lot right now. The beginning is always the worst part. I have so much trouble with it. I kick myself a lot because of that.

N/T3: I am going to set myself a goal: Try to update at least once every two weeks. Maybe three. I'll see how it goes...

The rest of the school day went by with no interruptions. In fact, it was probably the most uneventful school day out of all the uneventful school days. I went to the rest of my classes, had lunch with my very delicious pasta and tomato, avoided Antonio as much as possible, glower at the potatoes, witness Alfred choke on Arthur's cooking, almost die and twist my ankle...

Okay let's back up.

"Pack up and clean up, it's almost time for lunch." I picked up my things and put them in my backpack while my stomach growled loudly. I groaned and put my head on my arms.

"You sound hungry." I groaned even louder. Why did Antonio have to be in every single class I'm in? (Except art, but I have my brother to replace Antonio.)

"Of course I'm hungry. I only had eggs for breakfast dammit," I replied.

"Only eggs? What, do you have an eating schedule like a hobbit? Breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, luncheon, afternoon tea, dinner, supper?"

"I think you've mistaken me with Arthur."

"No, I don't think Arthur can even eat considering the crap he makes."

"I saw him eat during lunch before."

"Probably threw up later. You know, all that toxin is bad for the human body." I smiled. No dammit, I didn't smile! Antonio is not funny, and fun to be around. Not at all. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. Don't get close to Antonio, don't be friends with Antonio, don't even interact with him. Grandpa's, (and my) instructions. Ah, but look where I am now, laughing with Spaniard. Damn bastard.

As soon as the bell rung, I practically flung myself out of the door to get away from Antonio. I walked down to the Math hallway (hallway 200), stopped at my locker, and spun in the combination: 22, 44, 55. The locker popped open and I dug around to find my lunch. Yes I had to dig. I just throw all my stuff down with no order at all because that just takes too much time dammit.

Well, I guess digging through my locker to find a small container of pasta takes a lot more time than just ordering my stuff...

...

I sometimes judge myself more than people judge Justin Bieber.

...

ANYWAYS: I dug around my locker for a bout a minute before I found my small container filled with pasta and tomatoes. Before I could turn around, I felt a small tug on my jacket.

"Hi Lovino~" I sighed and turned around. In front of me stood a bouncing Feli holding onto a similar container of pasta.

"Hi Feliciano." I turned on my heels and started to walk away. I got a few feet ahead of him before I remember: "Do you know where the cafeteria is?"

"Actually I do! I know because I got lost and I wandered around for a while before I ended up there..." And Feliciano delved into a story about how terrified he was when he got lost. I sort of tuned him and his annoying voic out. It's like a specialty of mine.

...

Well we got to the cafeteria before Feli finished his story, so I had to endure the ear splitting pitch of his voice while I ate. Which was horrible because I wanted to eat in peace dammit! And to make it even better, people started sitting down at our table! And actually conversing! I GUESS I CAN'T HAVE ANY PEACE HERE MIGHT AS WELL EAT NEXT TO A BUNCH OF WOODPECKERS 'CAUSE THEY DO NOT COMPARE TO THE NON PEACENESS THERE IS HERE.

A couple minutes of non-peaceness passed before I got a sharp poke in my ribs.

"Veeeee~ Lovi you're not listening!" Feli whined.

"You're not done?" I replied. I would've thought he was done minutes ago. Well that just tells you how much I wasn't paying attention. Feliciano sighed and ate his pasta in silence, obviously upset. I just rolled my eyes and looked around. I was at the end of the table with Feli in front of me. Next to him sat Ludwig and next to him was Kiku who had Gilbert next to him. Next to me was an empty space, and next to that was Francis. Next to Francis was Arthur, and in front of Arthur was Alfred. Next to Alfred was Yao, and in front of Yao was Ivan. No one sat next to Ivan, so there was a space before we get to Natasha, and in front of Natasha sat Katyusha.

...

Okay, so maybe I was stretching the whole "non-peaceness" but Alfred was still here along with Arthur and Francis sitting next to each other so it was still loud.

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"What do you mean my cooking is horrible?!"

"I mean what I mean. Your scones would kill anyone."

"They would not!"

"Would to!"

"No they wouldn't!"

"Stop kidding yourself!"

"Bloody wanker!"

"Delusional prick!"

"Arrogant!"

"Whiny!"

"Over reactor!"

"Well if your cooking level was as big as your eyebrows we would have a problem now wouldn't we?!"

"WELL IF BRAIN WAS AS BIG AS YOUR DAMN EGO-"

"Glad to know I didn't miss anything." I jumped and looked at the spot next to me. Somehow Antonio had managed to slip beside me with his super ninja skills. Seriously! I didn't even see him! Damn bastard.

I huffed out a response and turned back to my pasta. I stabbed at it few times before turning back to Antonio. I was a little surprised to see him looking at his food. His eyebrows were furrowed like he was concentrating hard, and he had a slight frown on hid face. It was almost the same look he gave me when I sat behind him this morning. It was a little unnerving to see him with that expression. I mean, he barely ever thinks let alone have a thinking face.

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I DON'T CARE ABOUT A STUPID FACE THE STUPID SPANIARD WAS MAKING GODDAMMIT.

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I glared at Antonio for a bit before going back to stabbing at my noodles. A few minutes later though, I felt a slight poke on my side. I looked up and was again face to face with Antonio.

"What?" I said irritably. (Or as irritably as I could make it.)

"Do you want my tomatoes?"

I stared at him. Antonio always ate hit tomatoes. They were his life and blood. He even had a tomato garden he made all by I wouldn't know that. It's not like I ever went to his house or anything…

*Coughs*

"What?" I ask again.

"Do. You. Want. My. Tomatoes?" Antonio said very, very, irritatingly, slowly. I rolled my eyes. Now it's like I'm the stupid one.

"Why don't you want it?" Antonio shrugged.

"I don't feel like it."

"Since when do you not 'feel like' doing stuff?" I asked. He just shrugged again. Okay now I'm getting a little freaked out. Antonio is actually moody. That is never good. "Are you okay?" Antonio didn't do anything for bit. He just stared down at him food, twirling his fork.

"No, I'm good. I'm...fine…" Antonio didn't look at me. Obviously something was up. Before I could say anything though, Alfred came barging up.

"Yo dude, do want your food?" He asked. It was directed at Antonio.

"Ah, no. You can have it." He put his tomatoes in my tupperware thing before handing his plate to Alfred.

"Thanks dude!" Antonio mumbled a "You're welcome" then stood up and walked away. I watched him go, feeling something odd in my chest. "Oh man what's his problem?" Alfred asked. He walked back over to Arthur and all them talking loudly.

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Lunch ended with nothing too exciting. (Well if you count the fact that Alfred had one of Arthur's scones then nearly choking to death exciting then one exciting thing happened at lunch but other than that nothing.)

I walked to my locker and put my things back, (yes I did throw everything in with no order-don't fucking judge me) and I went to my next class with the stuff I needed. I walked through the door and instantly spotted someone I was hoping had left the country. No, it was not Antonio; I already went on about how much I wish he wasn't here. But it was someone just as bad.

"Oliver, please don't give out cupcakes. You know people won't take them from you."

"But why not?"

"You put bugs in them. And spices. And at your least favorite mood, chunks of glass."

"Okay that was one time. I was pissed-"

I shuddered. Let me tell you, glass does not taste good in a cupcake. No matter how delicious the frosting was.

I walked over to my seat expecting to be left alone, but jesus christ I'm a damn idiot.

"Lovino come here." I felt a hard tug on my back and was pulled up and out of my seat.

"What the hell do you want?" I glared at the person who disturbed the peace. Of course it was Arthur. He always seemed to be able to piss anyone off just by his mere presence.

"Tell Oli about the cupcake."

"Arthur I already know about the cupcake. I'm the one who fed it to him." Oliver said with a grin on his face. Arthur opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but closed it right after. After a couple of seconds he opened it again, but just as quickly closed stood there with a confused look on his face, and finally he said something.

"I don't think counseling is helping Oli." Oliver just smiled even wider.

"Oh no, it's not helping. It's not helping at all." He then spun on his heels and walked to his desk. then: "I don't know why I need to go though. I seem perfectly normal." I glanced over at Arthur and saw he had a horrified look on his face.

"I swear, he's worse than Abigail." I sighed and sat down again, wishing time would speed up so I could go home already dammit.

Come on, come on! Just five more fucking minutes and I'm out of here!

I looked at the clock on my right ticking ever so slowly, and sigh in frustration. My first day has gone on for too long, and now the clock seems to go even slower like ha ha fuck you and your stupid day. I close my eyes and tap my desk with my finger, a habit I started doing after I moved to Pennsylvania. Feli started chewing his fingernails, a habit he has yet to break. I still cringe every time I look at them.

Eventually my tapping gets too loud/annoying for some people (*cough* Arthur *cough*) so I had to stop. I eventually started bouncing my leg because I can't really stay still and trust me I'm completely annoyed with myself too.

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"Mr. Vargas, are you listening?"

I snapped my head up from my desk and looked around. "Y-yes. Yes. N...o...? Uh, maybe?" Around me people snickered. My teacher though, was not entertained.

"Well, if you were listening, then can you tell me how to conjugate the verb jooh-dah?"* I stared at the teacher.

"Uh..."

"Exactly. May you come here please?" I got up from my chair, slightly nervous. I don't think getting in trouble on my first day of school would make mom too happy. Or dad. Especially dad. I shiver. I stop at his desk and wait. He shuffled around his desk a bit before producing a bright pink slip.

"Mr. Yoon, I don't think not listening in class end up in d-detention."

Mr. Yoon chuckled. "Neither do I. I know you're not going to listen for the remainder of the class and I need to drop something off for Mr. Ammina. Can you help?" I slowly let out a breath I had no idea I was holding.

"Sure I can. But...I have don't know where his class is."

"Oh no problem. Antonio?" My heart dropped. Why why why why why whydid it have to be Antonio? It was like the universe was trying to keep us together dammit! Antonio stopped next to me with his usual stupid ditsy face. "Antonio, can you show Lovino where Mr. Ammina's room is?" Antonio's face brightened up.

"Sure, no problem." He grabbed the end of my sleeve and pulled me toward the door. Quickly I grabbed the slip, and caught a slight smirk on Mr. Yoon's face before the door was pulled closed. I furrowed my eyebrows and followed Antonio.

Why was he smirking. Did I do something funny? Or did Antonio? Was there something on me? I checked myself three times before looking up. Something warm was in my hand and I looked down. Intertwined with mine was a soft, thin one. One that belonged to a certain Spanish bastard.

"Get the fuck off me!" I pulled my hand out of Antonio's and gave him a dark look. Antonio didn't look back or stop or sigh or pout. He just walked, as if that didn't faze him. Which it usually does..."Antonio?"

"Hmm?"

"Are..." God why am I asking this? "Are you okay?" I walked up next to him.

"Ah, si. I'm fine." Antonio turned towards me and smiled. I huffed and looked away. Of course he's fine. Why would I ask that? Stupid idiot.

"Here Lovino." I stopped walking. In front of me was a door with a plaque that read Mr. Ammina room 404.I knocked on the door and walked in.

"Mr. Amma-Ammina?" I said.

"Yes?"

"I have a delivery from Mr. Yoon." I stood in the doorway awkwardly unsure of what to do. Oh how I hate being unsure.

"Well, don't just stand there. Come here." I walked towards his desk. As I walked I heard a faint "frate~llo!" I turned my head and spotted Feliciano waving slightly. I sigh inwardly and continue walking to the desk. Mr. Ammina held out his hand and I put the package-thing in it. Wait. When did I grab a package? You know what? I don't care.

I walked out of the classroom and closed the door. Antonio and I walked back to class. We didn't walk five paces before a big clap of thunder rang throughout the school. I heard a scream in the classroom I just walked out of and smirked. That had to be Feli. No man alive can scream that loudly.

Then I groaned. You know why I groaned? Because it just so happens that I did not bring an umbrella dammit. And by the time we get home, Feli and I will be soaked and probably be sick. That would sure put me in a bad fucking mood.

And you know what makes it even better?

"Uh, Lovino. Is...is that your phone. Outside?"

That's what made it better.