Usually the evening was Lovino's favorite time of day. He could finally slip into his bed, snuggle down into the warmth, and fall asleep for hours and hours without a care in the world. Instead, he was stuck staring down at a small, twin-sized bed hardly big enough for himself, cardboard colored sheets that were rough and itchy, and the lousiest excuse for a pillow he had ever seen.

"I'm turning off the light, Lovi." His roommate said from a few feet away, and before the Italian could protest, it was pitch dark inside of their enclosed, concrete room. Lovino reached for the bed, trying to get underneath the blankets that wanted to slide off of his body, and eventually he laid down; facing the wall. It was useless, however. He knew he would never get a minute of sleep during his stay here. His hazel eyes were wide open, motionless, and starting to water as the events of the whole day flashed in different scenes before his eyes.

He felt cramped. The room felt muggy, his heart was beating quickly, and he could feel chills sweep over his body despite the heat radiating from his skin. Yet, in the heat of the moment, he tried not to utter one noise. Nothing. He just let a few tears slip down his face and onto his pillow. But, as if he knew Lovino was crying, Antonio whispered a soft, "Are you okay?"

He didn't respond. Well, he tried to respond, but all that came out were brief sniffles that sounded like he was choking on something. The Spaniard sighed in understanding, sitting up in his bed and resting his head on his hand, "Lovino, you can cry if you need to."

"I-I'm not-!"

"Believe me, I cried for hours my first night here. There's nothing to be ashamed of. It helps sometimes."

"..I'm n-not crying."

Antonio looked down, chuckling to himself, "Right.. Well, I'm just saying that if you were, which you most obviously aren't, it would be fine. Yeah?"

"W-Whatever, bastard!"

And that's when the tears began to fall. Lovino clutched his pillow, burying his face into it and let himself sob into the uncomfortable object loudly. Antonio clearly felt empathetic and wanted to help, but he couldn't do anything about it. He had only just met him, and he didn't know what would be the best way to help. Instead, he laid back down, acting as if nothing was happening to make Lovino feel just a bit more comfortable about the situation. Which, hopefully, was working.

Before anyone could comprehend what was happening, it was already morning. A person burst through their door uninvited and started yelling at them to get up, resulting in Lovino jolting awake with a frightened squeak.

"Up and at em!" Mathias' voice rang through the small space, "Breakfast is ready!"

Food was really the only thing the Italian looked forward to anymore. Sure, it wasn't the best he'd had, but it was something.

He got up, groggily scratching at his chest when a hand was forced into his shoulder, causing him to stagger backwards. "First, vitals!"

"Vitals..?"

"Mhm! Blood pressure and temperature. Sit." The hand shoved him down back onto his bed and something was attached to his forearm. The machine started to come to life and the strap pressed onto his skin, but he tried to bear through it.

"Looks good. And temperature... Normal. Cool!" The Dane clapped his hands together, "You can go out and get food. Antonio, you're next!"

Lovino got up, quickly glancing at the two before going out into the main area that looked just as it did the day before. He was just getting towards the kitchen when another door swung open and hit the wall roughly, causing the whole unit to shake. He jumped and turned around, trying to see who the culprit was.

"Woah, what's going on?!" Lukas sternly asked, walking towards the noise and seeing two people come out of their room; one laughing hysterically, and one bright red with anger.

"I demand another room!"

"D-Dude! I was just playing around!"

"How would you like a punch to the throat?!"

"Oi!" Silence filled the air as Lukas spoke, "What happened? Alfred, what did you do this time?"

Alfred was trying to avoid snickering as he leaned against a table, running a hand through his bright blonde hair, "Nothing man! I just accidentally turned his water cold in the shower."

"Accidentally my ass! Then you proceeded to make me slip!"

"Okay, that part wasn't my fault! I just ran away so you wouldn't kill me."

"Alright!"

Lovino decided to ignore what was going on; he didn't want to be a part of it. Instead, he took one of the plastic plates on the counter and searched through his food options, picking out a bit and he finally turned around to find a table. Just as he was about to sit down, he saw Alfred slump into a seat with a frown.

"What happened to you?"

"I'm in 'quiet time'.. Don't talk to me or you'll get in trouble."

"Quiet time..?"

Alfred put his finger to his mouth, signaling that he had to be quiet, and he shook his head, "I'll talk to you later dude."

Lovino skeptically nodded, going towards another table to sit down by himself - for now. Soon, however, the peppy Spaniard bounded from their room into the kitchen area, taking a plateful of food and joining Lovino at the small table. "Hola!"

"..How the hell are you so happy right now?"

"I dunno.. I just look forward to food and talking!"

"Whatever."

Antonio smiled brightly at Lovino who's head was now facing his plate, and in silence they started eating. A few footsteps neared them after several seconds,

"M-May I join you?"

They didn't even have to look up to know who it was. It was Arthur, obviously a bit hesitant, but Antonio offered a lovely grin of invitation. "Of course! Sit!"

"Thank you very much.."

"No need to thank us. Anyway," He leaned forward, raising his eyebrows, "what exactly happened between you and Alfred?"

Arthur took a deep breath and sunk his head into one of his hands; his other messing with the lukewarm food on his plate. "Well, the fool decided it would be a great idea to change the temperature of my shower this morning. Naturally I ran out as soon as possible and then proceeded to slip onto the floor. I believe I have a bruise on my hip.."

"He said he was in 'quiet time'." Lovino piped up, taking a drink before continuing, "What does that mean?"

The Brit tilted his head and smirked, "Basically he's in time out. He deserves it."

"Oh so-"

Lovino was cut off by a soft voice ringing from the front desk, "Once you guys are done, meet me by the chairs."

"What are we gonna do?"

Antonio put up his plate, brushing his hands on his pants, "Probably talk about ourselves."

"Ourselves?"

"Si.. It's kind of uncomfortable, but you'll be alright."

Lovino rolled his eyes, leaning into Arthur's face as the Spaniard walked away, "It's hell. Good luck."

I'm so sorry for the delay.

SPAMANOOOOOOO BUTTSEX (My friend decided to put this in I'm sorry XD)

- Feli