TUESDAY MORNING: It's not 'Good Morning' if you stayed up all night and skipped your breakfast

"Lovino, are you misunderstanding something?" he asked urgently.

"Wha-t?"

"But aren't we… aren't we dating?"

Lovino wished, honestly wished that that scene was just from his dream. However, he haven't slept at all the night before, so that alibi was farfetched. The scene kept repeating and repeating itself on his head that Lovino failed to even make his eyelids droop. Oh no. No matter how hard he tried, his eyes kept open throughout the night.

So he went to eat breakfast looking like a zombie that Feliciano spit his pasta in shock.

"F-F-Fratello! You look so s-scary!" he said erratically.

It must have been his fatigue or he actually wanted to scare the wits out of his brother when he creepily turned his head (with a doll-like twitching sounds) to stare grimly at the already shaking Italian. Oh yes. Seconds later, Feliciano's soul left him and Lovino ate his share of pasta in peace.

But fate won't let Lovino eat his pasta in peace because even before he could shove at fork-full of spaghetti in his mouth, the doorbell rang. The grumpy Italian twitched angrily at the intrusion but walked to the door nonetheless. He opened it.

"Guten mor-"

Lovino slammed the door close. He walked back to the kitchen like nothing happened and continued to eat his pasta. On the way, he met a resurrected Feliciano who probably will meet with his potato bastard and walk to school together. Lovino have no energy to tell off his brother so he just let him be.

And then he ate his pasta in peace.

*Ding-Dong*

No, he didn't.

So Lovino twitched angrily again and made his way to the door, readying himself a speech to scream at his brother. 'For fucks sake Feliciano, you don't go on pressing the doorbell at your own damn house!' sounds good.

And so he opened the door.

"For fuc-"

"Buenos diaz!" a Spaniard greeted him.

He slammed the door close, got amazed that it wasn't broken yet and pushed the cabinet to block the doorway. He walked back to the kitchen, drank some water and tried to calm himself. Breath in, breath out…

It's alright Lovino. This is just a part of your nightmare since yesterday afternoon. You'll be waking up soon. Don't worry.

Breath in. Breath out.

This is just a dream…

"Lovino, I decided to try your back door and it's unlocked…"

No such luck.

"WHY THE HELL AM I NOT WAKING UP, DAMMIT!"

After demolishing half of their kitchen, Antonio finally managed to drag Lovino out of the house. The Italian was walking lifelessly, still in the state of denial.

"This is just a dream…" Lovino whispered to himself like a mantra.

"It's a really beautiful day, right?" Antonio proclaimed as if he's walking on sunshine (wooohh). "Have you slept well, querido?" he turned to glance at the Italian. Lovino's appearance was an answer enough: he had circles under his eyes, and they were tearing and bloodshot, his skin is paler the usual and he had choppy lips – it's obviously not the face of someone who someone who had slept well.

Antonio hastily changed his approach.

"So, what about your breakfast? What did you eat?"

With this, Lovino's stomach grumbled. Antonio had to hide his unease.

"W-Well then... How about some breakfast?"

Lovino is definitely sulking. He is pouting noisily (with 'Ahummmmp' sounds). Antonio is just watching him tenderly. He couldn't help it but he finds the Italian really cute.

"This is your order!" announced a blonde waiter with thick eyebrows.

"I'm sorry but we didn't order charcoal," said the Spaniard, smiling his best at the Brit.

"Y-You dare tell me that m-my scones are burnt? You git!" the waiter lamented. "How tactless!" he wept dramatically and run out.

Meanwhile, Lovino who had a protesting stomach for a while now desperately took a bite on the petrified bread before Antonio could stop him. After the substance touched his tongue, he spit it out, gagged and fainted. The Spaniard was terrified.

"W-W-What have you done! Now you've done it you damn eyebrows!" Antonio growled as he carried an unconscious and convulsing Lovino to the clinic.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to tamper our food aru!" the cafeteria manager scolded the blonde waiter as he hits him with a wok.

On the way to the clinic… Antonio was carrying Lovino on his back.

"Antonio…" Lovino whispered hoarsely.

"Hang in there mi amor," Antonio assured him and he ran faster.

"Before I die… I have something to ask you…"

"You're not dying, you're not dying, mi corazon!" even Antonio is close to tears now.

"Antonio, per favore…"

"Ask away… ask away…" he wept.

"Please, withdraw..."

"What?" Antonio slowed down.

"Please, withdraw this stupid one-week dating GOD DAMN IT!" Lovino screamed and kicked the Spaniard on the back, jumping away from him.

"But Lovi…"

"It's Lovino, stupid."

"Lovi is easier to remember…"

"…"

"But Lovi, it's impossible. Ask another thing," the Spaniard pleaded. "I know! You can have my tomato!" and he pulled his tomato out.

"Who would want your tomato?" the Italian inquired.

"You don't want it?" Antonio sadly put it away.

"Gimme," Lovino grabbed the tomato. "But really… Why is it impossible, moron?" Lovino huffed. "You can have any other person!"

"But it will be unfair since one day has already passed."

"I doubt if they would mind it."

"Besides, I rejected the other girls already," the Spaniard pouted. Now he's making Lovino feel guilty. Again. Lovino clicked his tongue.

"It's not like you'd die if you haven't got a date this week…"

"But I could! If the fan girls find out that I'm skipping this week, they wouldn't hear the end of it!" Antonio was utterly horrified at this possibility.

"Serves you right for putting yourself in this situation," Lovino snided.

"But you're already into it, too, Lovi. I think I might have told some persons already that I am dating you," Antonio slyly said. Lovino was dumbfounded. (Just wanna tell you that what Antonio said is a lie. The BTT honors privacy for their dates so that the fan girls wouldn't bully them, because some fan girls are really scary)

"What the hell, you bastard!" he grabbed the Spaniard's collar and shook him violently. "Take it back!" Antonio looked away, pouting, "But really Lovi, what's done is done…"

"Y-Y-You moronic imbecile!" ("What a harsh thing to say, Lovi…") Lovino tackled the Spaniard, sending him some ten feet away. "What am I gonna do now?"

"Let's just go with it then~" Antonio reasoned.

"What would Bella think…" the Italian murmured, tears threatening to fall. The Spaniard was amazed, but at the same time annoyed.

"That Bella, she was the girl from yesterday, right?" Antonio asked coldly.

"Y-Yeah," Lovino answered.

"You like her, don't you?"

"H-How did you know!" steam came out of Lovino's ears and he blushed madly. What the hell, is he that obvious that Antonio and Elizabeta noticed it? Just how many person knows? Antonio frowned.

"If you like her… then why did you set her up with me?"

"Because I want her to be happy," Lovino answered simply. The Spaniard was astounded at the sincerity of Lovino's words. Being usually sarcastic, he couldn't fathom how Lovino could be this honest when it comes to that Bella. But still, there's something off.

"Why not make her happy yourself?"

*Bell rings*

Lovino left without a word. Antonio was left dazed at the Italian's retreating back.

When Lovino reached the room, the first person he encountered was Bella. What a twist of faith.

"Uhm… Lovino," she greeted. "Good morning."

"M-Morning…"

"About yesterday…"

Lovino swallowed. "Oh about that…"

"I-I'm very sorry!"

"Eh?"

W-W-What the hell? W-Why is she saying sorry? Did Antonio tell her that we're apparently going out but she still confessed? Is t-that it? (Okay, smack this paranoid bastard)

"Because… after all your efforts it was still wasted," she apologized. "I'm very sorry…"

Lovino sighed in relief. Okay, that Spanish bastard can now live longer. "It's fine Bella, you did your best."

"Lovino… next week, I'll try again!" she told him before going back to her seat with Elizabeta.

Next week she'll try again. Lovino felt a bit lonely as he took his seat.

The room was a bit noisy as the teacher is not yet arriving.

"Hey… did you know the rumor?" a gossip girl said.

"What…?" asked another gossip girl.

"Apparently, Antonio is currently dating another guy!"

Lovino flinched at his seat.

"Geee- that's errr… eewwwweee!"

"I know right!"

Lovino glanced at Bella. He saw her staring blankly into space.

Fuck.

(Meanwhile, inside Bella's mind… "Two guys… two guys dating… two guys… that's… s-s-sexy…" It seems Elizabeta has recruited Bella on to the dark side. Remember introducing her to Kiku yesterday? The Japanese man already loaned her some yaoi doujinshis.)

Back to Lovino… he has now slammed his head on the table. Now I'm done for.

His stomach complained again. Then he remembered the tomato in his hand. He took a bite bitterly.

"Good morning class. Today we have a former culinary student to cook with us for the day," the teacher announced.

"Buenos diaz!"

Lovino spit out the tomato seeds at the Spaniard.

Damn. He still hasn't eaten any breakfast…

TBC

What is this I don't even… I don't understand my way of writing really. This one's like a hotchpotch story. I just put everything that comes into my mind. I don't know if I'm screwing with this. Maybe the humor genre isn't really for me. Maybe I should just return to angst T-T

But I'll still finish what I started bwahahahaha! So bear with me some more… ARRRGGGH.