I am an absolutely terrible person Dx! I've had this written for like, actually for, 10 days and I haven't posted it! I'm sorry!

So to semi-make up for it, you guys shall get two chapters!

I was going to a on the 3rd, but I had this major plot bunny materialize so I've been working on it for a little while, my grandma went all spazzy (she lives with me and my parents and we have to take care of her 24/7...literally) and I forgot that I had to read part of a book and answer about 11 long-answer questions. Basically, I had no time ): but here it is!

Lastly, I'm sorry if you think the story's going down-hill. No one has said that it is, but like the inner Ukrainian (not really but I act like her with the over-criticalness and the crazy apologizing fits. The rest of me acts and looks like Hungary *not Hungarian either, wtf much?* ) I get off topic a lot now that I think about it...

Now read your hearts out my readers~

Chapter X

Antonio walked through the front doors of the school while many anxious freshmen darted past him, nearly successful in knocking him over. He sighed; it seemed like the entire day had come in one fleeting moment and was taken out from under him.

"Antonio!" Elizabeta was running down the steps of the school.

"Si?" He turned around to face her.

"Lovino..." She was athletic, but anyone would find it hard running across their entire school in less than a minute. She leaned down onto her knees and tried to speak evenly through the panting. "...wanted me to tell you that...he wanted to...talk to you...after school."

"Gracias Elizabeta!" He smiled widely, as usual. He cautiously walked back into the school and into the last hall on the right. There was only one person in the entire area other than him, and that was Lovino.

Lovino was just fiddling through his locker when a voice came out of nowhere. "Hello there~!"

Lovino slammed the locker, instinctively of course, and just barely clipped the Spaniard's hair. "Dammit don't scare me like that!" He backhanded Antonio's shoulder, slightly jokingly. Very slightly.

"Gosh that hurt you know!" Antonio joked and started chuckling. Oh how he relished this moment... "Oh yeah! What did you want to talk about?"

"Well..um...ah..." Lovino tried to phrase the words, but they wouldn't come out right. Antonio was patient and understood how embarrassing it could be to talk to him again, yet he wished that he would hurry up. "Er..."

"Is it about earlier?" Shit! He didn't mean to blurt that out! "Sorry sorry!" He squished his eyes together making little half triangles in his them.

"I'm not mad about that, but calm down dammit!" Lovino emphasized that last part even more. "But...it is about that. Do you think that...well, you know...we could do it again soon?" He pushed his feet together and stared at them uncomfortably.

The inner Antonio wanted to break out with near-fangirl screams, but he had to stay controlled, he wouldn't want to scare Lovino now would he? Antonio flicked his finger up and set it on the tip of Lovino's nose. "Sure~ I'll come over soon, not today, but soon." Lovino's head jolted upwards, honestly surprised at his reply. Well, that and the fact that Antonio poked his nose. "Lovino, I love you. Of course I'll do what it takes to make you happy." He started stroking Lovino's cheek. "And don't forget that."

"Yes.." His voice slowly trailed of as he held Antonio's hand close to his face.

"Come on, we can't get in trouble twice in one day now can we." He grinned, obviously not sensing the romantic, cuddly mood.

"Dammit..." Lovino mumbled.

"Qué?"

"Nothing bastard!" Lovino held onto Antonio's hand just a little harder when he said that.

"Eh?" Lovino said, extremely impressed and scared. "This is your car?" He stared at the tomato red Camaro in shock, never did he expected Antonio to have a car this.

"Si, mi mama didn't want it any more so she gave it to me." Antonio said it calmly as if he had said it many times before.

"..."

"What's wrong mi amigo?"

"...Bastard." Lovino glared at him.

"Huuuh?" Antonio's eyes widened in confusion, an adorable confusion at that.

Antonio rushed over to the car and opened the door for his lover. Though he was trying to be polite, Lovino didn't take it that way. Lovino stopped in front of him and glared, hoping he would stop, but he didn't. After a little while, people started staring at the awkward, one-sided arguing couple

"Fine!" Lovino yelled, throwing his arms into the air.

"Yay~" Antonio sat into the driver's seat, forgetting to lock the doors.

On their drive home it was eerily silent; there was no talking, no music, nothing except the sound of regulated breathing. Then Antonio went and broke it.

"Sorry, I guess it's just a force of habit from the last few years..." He rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed no doubt, during each and every word.

"Hm." Lovino simply grunted and crossed his arms, hoping that he showed that he didn't want to talk about things like that.

"You know since so many girls used to flock to me and Francis, it's a habit now..."

"HM." Lovino grunted louder this time and clenched the sides of his uniform.

"I wish it wasn't though; it'd probably really get annoying soon, si?" Antonio was just about to turn the corner onto their street when Lovino hit the car window with his palm.

He didn't even glance at the Spaniard while he spoke as icily as possible, "Let me out. Now."

"Eh? What's wrong Lovi?" He stopped the car to let him talk, hoping that it would calm his anger down.

"Let. Me. Out." He insisted.

"Come on mi amor it'll help you to talk."

Lovino pushed the door open and kicked it shut, barely leaving anything resembling a dent. He stormed off toward his house while Antonio called for him to comeback. Finally when his was about to disappear around the side of the corner, Antonio jumped out of his car and chased him down.

"Can't he ever sense the mood?" Lovino hissed, trying to blow off some steam. He paced back and forth in an oval beside the tall fence. "Bastard! You don't talk about your old lovers in front of your boyfriend! How can he be that oblivious?" Lovino was crushing the loose rocks underneath him as hard as possible, why was it so hard to get rid of so much stress?

After twenty minutes or so, Antonio was still watching Lovino from around the corner. Then all of a sudden Lovino stopped and stared at the house over the fence.

Lovino sighed, "I hope we can be together as long as the Virciadelli's..." Antonio was shocked, Lovino wasn't as mad anymore? Huh, so fluffy topics calm the boy down...

"Lovinnnoo~" Antonio sprung from around the corner and hugged Lovino just as he was turning. "I'm sorry Lovino, I should've paid more attention." He made a little sad face and hoped it would cheer Lovino up.

"Damn right you should've!" Lovino yelled.

"Owww..." Antonio broke the hug and held his ears in pain. "Why do you hate my ears so much...?"

"They look weird why else?" Lovino said sarcastically.

"Aww! They never did anything to you..." Antonio laughed, which actually caused Lovino to genuinely smile.

Antonio suddenly felt as if he had lost something. "Hey aren't we forgetting something?..."

"Uwahhh! Luddy where are you I'm scared!" Feliciano shouted, running to the nearby tree for shelter. It just had to start raining after the buses had left didn't it?

Ludwig sighed, not even the Lacrosse team could get any practice with him screaming. He watched as the Italian ran around like a headless chicken, papers swirling in the furious wind. Poor fool.

"Feliciano! Where is Lovino?" Ludwig braved through the wind to walk over to him.

"I don't know!" He fell to his knees sniffling, his curl nearly blowing away. Ludwig sighed, this seemed just too stereotypical. He took off his jacket and set it on Feliciano's narrow shoulder's.

"Come on..." His voice waivered for a few seconds, "I'll...I'll drive you home..."

"Ve~! Thank you Luddy!"

[1] Gracias - Thank You

[2] Qué? - What?

[3] Mi mama - My mom

Not to be mean to Italy, but I HAD (and I really mean that) to have him being forgotten by Lovino. I'm sorry Feli! I'll be sure to bring you some pasta that my mom made today :D *sadly not Italian either, seriously everyone I am in Hetalia is blonde. Sweden, Germany, England, and America, then the other 3 or 4 aren't even in it :'(* I really need to get back on the semi-topics...

Le first fight~

They had to eventually before...|CENSOR BAR INSERT HERE|.

Tehehe~

You guys should get the next chapter in about 15-25 minutes or so :D