Chapter 12

A/N

Why, hello again, you are reading chapter 12 as you may have noticed in the big words on top. We're almost done, a couple more chapters. I maybe would end it at fifteen or eighteen…

Anyway, QUESTIONS!/reviews and responses (yeah, I'm putting it together now)

TarrelYoukai

"a beta is the person that looks over the story and fixes small mistakes, helps if something seems wrong and stuff like that. pretty much it's your editor XD kinda like what you did for my story.

QUESTION TIME!
Lovi -bitch slaps- sorry, needed to get that out of my system since you bitch slapped your lovely author. -gives pictures he can use to blackmail several people, and pasta- -"

Lovino- *Takes cautiously rubbing cheek and looking at pictures*

"-Spain, STOP GOING ALL PROTECTIVE! I WONT HURT LOVI! besides, I like Lovi better than his brother. Feli's just too, whats the word? Happy, he's too happy. Now will you let me try and be friends with Lovi...no?-"

Spain: *sighs* fine, but don't you dare hurt him!

Italy: ve?

"-Stupid drugs. Stupid I barrow Jackson for a while? good -goes off to use Jackson for target practice-"

Yeah sure, go ahead *hands Jackson*

Next one

America96

Lovino: Holy shit, he's here? And he read the whole thing?

Me: Yep, Any way

"Dude! I like know your not a bro, man! Thats just how I talk! I find this story halarious bro, cause well some of it just doesnt make sense.-"

Me: Doesn't necessarily make me feel better about my common sence, but whatever

"-Hey, hey, Lovi(hell yeah I'll you whatever I want to and you cant stop me) would you kiss me?! Pleasssssee! hehehe i dunno even know, bro, i dont even know."

Lovino: *blushes*

Protective! Spain: *hugs tightly to Lovino* He won't *glares and slowly pulls out ax*

Hehe *trails off nervously* okay, next

Trappedinmyself1

"A beta is when you send your story to someone so they can proof it before you publish it. That way if there are any little mistakes you don't notice I can let you know and you can fix them before publishing it. It's sort of like having an editor. AND OMG I'M DYING I LOVE THAT YOU MADE HIM DO IT! *happy dancing* Hahaha by the way, I did understand what you said, I'm Mexican too. xD-

Yay! We're both from Mexican blood!

"- It's okey, you just got a little jumbled up there when you were writing, happens to all of us. It's pretty good actually for your first story, you'll get even better with time don't worry. The thing is you have good ideas, and nice plot bunnies, so the rest is easy to fix. I love the story, and glad I found it! :D *Is now dancing like this* (/watch?vpBiCZLqv7JU) Oh and you do update really fast, props, I can never update that fast. In fact the last time I updated my two ongoing stories was like a month in a half ago and at least two or three weeks for the second one... Yeah, I'm really, really slow. So congratz! :3 Oh and another question Toni. Will you say I love you to Lovi in spanish? :3 Please? Please, please? :3 But you have to wear cat ears and a tail. *nosebleed* Hahaha, can't wait for the next update :)"

Spain: …

Lovino: …

Me: DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!

Spain: n-no

Me: Why not?

Spain: I am willing to say the love you part, but why the cat ears?

Me: Oh fine.

Spain: *Grabs Lovino by the shoulders*

Lovino: *blushes*

Me: *secretly puts on cat ears*

Spain: Te amo

Lovino: *bursts out laughing*

Spain: *realizes cat ears and takes them off* SERIOUSLY!

Me: On to the story…

Lovino walked around the block. He was still in his own neighborhood, but it felt so unfamiliar. But then again, he hasn't gone home for about a week. His brother must have told their grandfather he was going to school, or he was just mad, which was usually rare. He walked around wondering if his grandfather would want to take him back.

"Lovino?"

He whirled around and saw Jackson. He was remembered of what his beloved Spanish teacher told him. Teacher. He hated the fact that Antonio was his teacher. Why did love have to be so complicated. Love. It was so funny to call it that due to there positions. Antonio was a teacher and Lovino his student. Even if he officially now knew they both felt the same thing about each other, they still couldn't be together. It was illegal; he would never make him wait so long for him to be overage. Antonio deserved someone to love now, he always did, even if he did do whatever he did back when he was a teen.

"Jackson."

"Hey, going back home, huh? Yeah, it's always a good idea to occasionally go sleep in an actual bed. But, hey, there's a party in the department, C'mon."

"No."

His answer shocked Jackson a bit making him stop in his tracks.

"W-What?"

"I'm not fighting anymore, Jackson. I'm fucken sick of it."

"Oh, no, you are going to keep on fighting for me, Lovino, like it or not."

"You have nothing against me, Jackson. You don't scare me, you never have."

Lovino started to walk away, but his voice sliced through him making him stop.

"You are going to come back, Lovino, you're the best fighter I got, and I won't loose you, but you're going to come back, like it or not."

Lovino kept on walking. He didn't go home though, he knew that if he went home then Jack would figure out where he lived and would certainly do something, so he went to the other place that for some reason felt safe to him.

Antonio sat in his couch playing some random notes on his guitar. There was nothing on TV. He quit on the old guitar and went towards the keyboard in his room and flexed his fingers. He put the volume a bit loud to clear his thoughts from the little Italian student who invaded his thoughts for some reason. Well, not some reason, he knew why, but was too afraid to admit it once more. He started playing slowly and sadly remembering a song he used to play all the time.

'Quedate solo un minuto,

Hablemos de algo que no sea de amor,

No quiero hablar de nada de lo que nos pasa,

hablando claro me siento perdido.

Se que para ti no es fácil

Mirarme a la cara, pero haci es la vida,

Muchas veces cuando el hombre amo el lastima

Y mi a tocado amar y lastimarte,

Y me voy,

Adios ya me voy,

Lo siento mucho

Y sufriré

Mucho mas que tu, yo

Llorare

Llorare

Lloraras

Llora

Llore

Parare

Con cada lagrima me engaño

Y por hacerte tanto daño

Llorare'

Lovino pressed his ear against the door hearing the song in the strange foreign language. It sounded beautiful, and the simple fact that Antonio was singing it only made it even more beautiful. His perfect voice flowed like magic through the room. He knocked the door. When it opened Antonio stood before it. His eyes widened when he found his student at the door. They both stared at each other's eyes. After a minute or two Lovino let himself in confusing the Spaniard a bit. He closed the door and turned to see Lovino only to find that he kissed him. He melted in his arms as he put his arms around his neck. Soon the Spanish closed his eyes and kissed him back. Lovino placed his hands under the Spanish's shirt feeling his muscles flex. Lovino lifted Antonio's shirt slowly. Antonio took of his shirt entirely pinning Lovino down on the couch.

Antonio started kissing Lovino's neck as Lovino groaned silently. Slowly and gently Antonio took off Lovino's kissing repeatedly his chest as Lovino continued to groan silently. Slowly they reunited on the kissing of their lips. And so continued the rest of the best and most enchanted night they both had.

*sighs* I'm actually proud of this pile of crap. Sorry, I have to stop here. My sister is being a female dog demanding the computer. Also, Trappedinmyself1, if you could explain how the whole beta thing works out, I would gladly accept the offer, if you still want considering the story is almost over.

sorry, short!

I think the song is called 'Llorare' (it has a lot of names according to youtube) and I'm not sure who sings it.

Bye!

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P.S. I there is something wrong I did, just mention it, I'll go cry in the corner and I'll hit my head against the wall, that's all.