Alright, I'm finally updating this. Once again, I don't own Hetalia or its characters. I don't know why people actually like this. I fail at writing and I haven't touched this in a while so I guess I've improved a bit… Once again, I don't own Hetalia or its characters. I thought we were clear on that. Good.

~Lovino~

It's been 2 months. 2 months since I realized my weird-ass feelings for Antonio. Remember how he promised to find me more friends/acquaintances? Well no such luck. Whenever I encountered one of Antonio's friends they scurried of in whichever direction they could to escape my wrath.

It's so warm. Why is it so warm? It's the middle of winter! I normally wake up shivering since I only wear my underwear to bed. Meh, that's my problem. I sat up any rubbed my eyes trying to rid the blurry vision. I checked the digital clock on the table on the left side of the bed which read 10:43 before finally deciding to get up.

The only problem was that I couldn't.

An arm was stopping me. Antonio's arm. *Insert manly blush here*. HOW DID I NOT SEE HIM?!

I flipped him out of my bed and onto the floor. He let out a loud groan. What was that for Lovi?" He questioned, pouting and slowly sitting up.

"Well, what were you doing in my house? In my bed? Of course I'm going to flip you out." I answered back crossing my arms.

"Oh. Well. I was lonely. I actually came here at 8 but you were still asleep." He said with a grin on his face. Bastard. " Oh, and before you question me about how I got in here, Feli let me in." I winced at how he said my brother's name like he was the best thing since tomatoes.

I sighed, got up and threw on some pants that were just lying on the floor. I should really get Feliciano to clean my room sometime this week.

"You know, you have a nice figure Lovi~" Antonio cooed. I blushed and threw on a random shirt, not even checking if it was clean or not.

"One more comment like that and you'll be leaving." I decided, smirking triumphantly.

"AW, so mean~." He pouted.

"Deal with it." Is all I said and left the Spaniard behind in the room.

"Wait!~"

"Leave. Now."

"But whyyyyyy?~"

"I'm going out."

"Can I come?"

"No."

"But Lovi-"

"Look, you see me every day, you bother me every day and I want my space."

"But that's because I lov- Never mind. I'll leave. See you whenever then."

Now I feel guilty. I just wanted some space but I actually was going out. Did he almost confess-? No, that can't be right. It doesn't matter anyway. He was getting to clingy.

I grabbed my jacket and wallet before heading out the nicely fixed door. Gilbert had actually made me agree to meeting up at a bar with him to "loosen up a bit" and it's quite obvious he doesn't want to be paying for any more damages he may or may not of caused. He must think I'm paying for it all, that bastard.

Good thing the bar isn't too far from my house. I know, great neighbourhood huh?

As soon as I entered *insert majestic bar name here*, I was hit with the overpowering smell of alcohol and cigarettes. Great, just what I wanted.

Gilbert eventually found me and dragged me towards a bar stool. The bartender placed several shot glasses in front of me and when back to cleaning glasses mumbling 'I hate my life'.

"Are you gonna drink them or not?" Gilbert blurted in my ear over the music, startling me a little.

"Oh? You aren't gonna make me pay?" I shouted back cockily before sculling the drinks.

"It's obvious that there was no way you were going to anyway."

After about an hour we were already quite drunk. Potato bastard number 2 isn't as much as a pain as I thought. Don't get the wrong idea; he only gets 2% less disrespect.

"Why did you even invite me here?" I slurred. "Even you shouldn't have the decency to do so even if you're trying to get out of punishment. By the way, I hate bars like this. That's not how you bribe me." My vocabulary was surprisingly good considering how drunk I was.

"Well, I think I like you or something like that." He mumbled.

"Bullshit. Everyone but Antonio hates me." I growled.

"I've seen how you are with 'Toni and he always talks about you whenever we see him… So I guess I like you…"

Before my drunken mind could comprehend what was happening he leaned towards me and pressed his lips on mine. I didn't respond. How could I when I seen Antonio enter, stare in shock and rush out the door with tears in his eyes. I wish I could push Gilbert off, but I was too startled to do anything.

As soon as he backed off I regained my senses. "S-Sorry I have to go." I spluttered and staggered out the door and called for a taxi. Gilbert called after me but I ignored him.

I agree with the bartender. I hate my life too.

Sorry about this chapter. I don't even know what to write so here's this crappy sappy plot. (Rhymes XD)

The bartender gets all the ladies.