I just learned that you can know how often your fanfiction is read here :D! I never knew it before...

But now I know that yaoi brings the world together, thank you world ^_^

Chapter VII

Russia sighed; the plan would all come together soon. Soon, soon, soon.

"Lovino~!" Antonio called from across the cafeteria. His heart leapt inside his chest. Maybe he could tell Antonio now? No, too many people. At the lunch table? Yeah. Yeah perfect.

Lovino's heart was pounding faster and faster each time Antonio took a step closer, so much so that he could hear it in his ears. He sighed. 'Now I see why so many girls flocked to him...' Lovino muttered, and in turn received many confused looks from the fellow lunch-goers. "Fuck off dipshits!" He screamed into their faces. Poor Raivis started crying, what did a little kid like that every do to him?

"Lovviiiinnoooo you need to be nicer to the small children!" Antonio ruffled Raivis' hair, getting even creepier reactions.

"Fine." Lovino pouted. Antonio saw that and smiled on the inside.

He just couldn't resist Lovino's pouts, or smiles, or faces...or well anything. When he realized that, he chuckled. Love can be a strange sometimes eh?

"So what do they have for lunch~?" Antonio asked, and was replied with a shrug.

"I don't know dammit! Ask that kid over there!" Poor Raivis would never get a break.

"S...spaghetti sirs." He trembled with every word.

Lovino's face lit up, no matter how slightly, it did. And even though there wasn't a smile, Antonio could tell.

A few minutes later they both reached the front of the line and paid for their food. The spaghetti looked somewhat edible, the sauce looked like ketchup, and the breadstick on the side...it just didn't look right at all. Lovino cringed at the quality when he first saw it, how could they be so sacrilegious? This is Italian food we're talking about here!

Antonio finally picked an empty table for them to sit at, and waved to Lovino. Lovino blushed, how embarrassed could Antonio make him? "Stop waving, I see you dammit!" He yelled.

"But I wanted you to see the fancy table..."

"Antonio it's not fancy, it's only a circle table."

"Stillllll." He whined.

"Just sit down!" And he did. Soon afterward, Lovino made it to the table.

"Yay I haven't gotten to eat with you in weeks~! I'm so glad that we can again!" Antonio was always so happy, maybe that's why Lovino liked him.

"Antonio, I have something that I want to tell you." Lovino twiddled his thumbs.

Antonio's heart started beating likens drum, could this be what he was waiting for? "Si?"

Lovino was trembling with fear, "Ti...ti am.."

"Ve~ Luddy let's sit with fratello!"

"Nein, I don't think we should."

"Pleeeeeaaaaassssseeee?" Feliciano begged.

"...Fine." Ludwig had to give in; it was for his little Italian wasn't it?

"Ve~"

Antonio's heart was confused. It couldn't tell what just happened, was it a confession or was he trying to mock him? Curse his inability to sense the mood.

"Fratello~!" Feliciano tackled the other poor Italian. "Fratello, this pasta is terrible! It's a disgrace to our family and Italy!"

"Yeah yeah whatever, just leave!" He replied. This was a natural thing for Lovino to say, but it was the way he said it that stung Feliciano.

"Fratello, what's wrong?"

He was scared. Scared that he would be rejected, scared that Francis lied to him, scared that his reputation would be crushed. Scared about everything.

"Nothing! Go away..." It was bad enough having one Antonio around; Lovino didn't need the fear to double.

"Fratello? You can always tell me." Feliciano was so pure-hearted, too bad.

"GO AWAY, NOW!" He tried to back hand Feliciano, but was stopped instantly.

"Lovino, don't start a scene." Ludwig started down at him, and he meant business. He gripped harder and harder onto Lovino's vein until he spoke again. "You will not lay a finger out of discontent on him, and you will leave the cafeteria now, richtig?"

"Yes, yes let go!" Lovino squealed, flailing like a freshly cut fish.

"Ve~! Luddy don't hurt him too much!" Feliciano panicked, it was his specialty after all. Ludwig nodded once and let go.

Lovino sat there rubbing his wrists, they were so blue, nearly as bad as that time Gilbert wrapped string around his. Ludwig cleared his throat while Lovino just sat there, acting as if he didn't notice. He was about to again when the bell rang.

'Ten minutes. All I have is ten minutes.' Antonio thought. 'And almost everyone will be in the courtyard, perfect.' By the time Antonio looked back at Lovino, he disappeared. Antonio started freaking out, "I lost him? Dammit!" He ran up and down the aisles looking for him in the crowd, jumping on a chair and above Raivis once or twice too. Where was he?

Curl.

Antonio saw the movement and sprung toward it. "Lovino~!" He clung to the hanbok, wait...hanbok? He looked up to see an all too happy Korean. "Gah!" He flew back.

"What's wrong with a little Korean love?" Soo pouted.

"Have you seen Lovino?" Antonio replied, nearly out of breath. He pointed straight ahead of the both of them.

"Last I saw, get me some treats from Yao if you see him!" He called. Antonio waved his hand; at least he knew where Lovino was now.

Lovino slipped into the nearest janitor's closet disappointed and depressed. He wasn't loved by anyone, was he? He pulled his legs to his chest and cried. The sounds were muffled by the thick fabric of the khaki pants, but they could still be heard outside the door. He sniffled, "Why, why is it ALWAYS me! Why not Feliciano every once and a while!" He cried even harder into his clothes, his curl dipping down every time his face did.

A small gleam of light shone onto the Italian's face, and then darkness enveloped him once again. He didn't notice until a voice spoke softly into his ear.

"I promised to stay with you forever mi amor."

Lovino looked up just as a pair of lips crashed onto his own.

[1] Raivis Galante - Latvia

[2] Ti...ti am.. - I...I lo.. (If you still can't figure it out, 'I love you' but he's stammering).

[3] Nein - No

[4] Richtig? - Right?

[5] In my mind, or at least this fanfiction, they go to school with 45 minute long classes with 5 minutes in between them. After lunch though, they get a 10 minute break because the principal is actually nice to the students. *Not to say ours isn't...but the VP's are little meanie-butts!*

[6] Hanbok - Traditional Korean clothing, it's what South Korea usually wears.

[7] Wang Yao *Last name first* - China

[8] Mi amor - My love

Sorry Latvia, sorry Korea. You two are just so adorable I had to mess with you~!

Also I've only seen small parts of Korea's character so there may be OOC...*seems like I can't write for any of the Asian characters ):*