DISCLAIMER: I Do NOT own Hetalia or any of the characters associated with it - I only own this story!

Hey guys, I'm back for another round!

Okay, so to start you guys off I want to let you all know how this story is going. My plan is to make this a Bad Touch (Friends) story, which obviously means that the story revolves around them. My plan is that every chapter focuses on each of the guys - I do this because of the fact that certain events will take place further down the road that certain characters will see.

I really don't think it should be confusing, but if it is please inform me! I do NOT want to lose any of you!

Also, there are some more instances that involve the usage of a handy-dandy translator . . . again.

Oh, also Lilli is Lichtenstein. Florence is Monaco, and Cecily is Seychelles.

And one last thing, this story does involve some OC's that were created just for this. Seriously, they pull the story along, and I really hope you all will enjoy them.

Enjoy! And be on the lookout for chapter 3~

Chapter 2 – ¿Normal? No creo!

Antonio stepped inside his house and dropped face-first onto his couch. He took a deep breath as he rolled over, his eyes meeting the high ceiling above him. His head pounded, and he was light. Not only was Arthur's secret weighing on his mind, there was something off about Gil. He was much too quiet.

Was it because of that dream he had mentioned?

Antonio sat up and ran his fingers through his curly hair.

Gil brought it up first.

Then Arthur.

Even Antonio had one, but it had to be a silly coincidence.

Antonio stood up, and made his was to his Study. Every step he took made his head spin. He shook his head and was a few steps away from the Study when a knock came from the front door. He paused, then looked over his shoulder.

He wasn't expecting anyone.

He pivoted around and approached the door. As he reached for the door knob he could hear mumbling from the other side.

There were two voices. One mumbled something about 'not being nice,' but the other one said something in . . . Italian?

Antonio's heart skipped as he turned the cold knob. The door opened and before him stood two young men – he recognized both in an instant. One was an associate of his by the name of Carlo (though Antonio couldn't help but refer to him as "Carlos"), and the other one, of course, was Lovino.

Antonio tilted is head, "Lov, I thought you were spending time con su hermano today?"

"I was," Lovino rolled his eyes, "but he's still with the potato—"

"Ciao, capo!" Carlo intruded.

"Was I finished talking?" Lovino smacked Carlo's arm.

"Hola, Carlos," Antonio laughed, "Lov, be nice to him."

"I can do whatever the hell I want," Lovino said as he pushed past Antonio.

Antonio shook his head as he motioned Carlo in as well. Once Carlo agreed to step inside, Antonio shut the door and turned to see Lovino sprawled over on the couch.

He walked over to the couch and hovered over the Italian, "Comfy, Señor Vargas?"

"No!" Lovino rolled on his side, "I'm on a damn rock."

"Why don't you go to one of the bedrooms, entonces?"

Lovino looked up at him, "They're filthy."

"How so?"

"They're your bedrooms."

Antonio pressed his hand on his forehead, "You've slept here before, mi vida."

Lovino made no reply, so Antonio turned over to Carlo, "Sentarse, Carlito."

Carlo shook his hands, "No, no, capo. It's fine. I like standing anyways."

Antonio frowned, "If you say so. Do you want something to drink then?"

"Hey, jerk," Lovino interjected as he sat up, "make yourself useful and get me something to eat."

"You didn't eat while you were waiting for Feli?" Antonio raised an eyebrow.

"That's none of your damn business. Go."

"What do you want?"

"I don't care, just make something before I vomit."

Antonio asked Carlo one more time, then turned towards the kitchen when the request was denied.

Carlo was very different compared to Antonio's other workers. Of his men Carlo was the youngest – he was a little younger than Antonio himself. Carlo was hired about a month before Antonio inherited the company due to his father's passing a few years back. But even after the years Antonio was still unable to really understand who Carlo was.

All he did know was that Carlo was a very hard worker (the hardest one out there), he stuck mainly around the veteran workers, and he had a fondness towards Lovino and his brothers – which could be because of his Italian background, but Antonio was shooting in a the dark a bit.

Antonio rummaged around the kitchen when his cell phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket and noticed his secretary's name flash on the screen.

He must have screwed up on his paper work . . . again.

"Sí, Maria," he said as he held the phone with his shoulder.

"Señor," his secretary replied, "El dinero es corto otra vez."**

"Otra vez?" Antonio placed a loaf of bread on the counter, "Esta es la tercera vez este mes, María."

"Lo sé, señor. Y no entiendo lo que salió mal."

Antonio sighed, "¿Usted está seguro de que los números son correctos?

"Sí, señor. Lo comprobé."

"Entonces, ¿dónde está todo ese dinero va, maria?"

"No sé, señor."

Antonio walked around the kitchen for a moment, but stopped when Lovino's voice rang from the other room.

"Hang on, Lov," Antonio yelled, "María, por favor arreglar esto."

"Voy a tratar, señor," his secretary said before the call ended.

Antonio walked over to the loaf of bread he left on the counter, and placed two slices into the toaster. He opened the cupboard above him and pulled out two ceramic plates. He placed the plates on the counter top, then leaned against the counter and threw his head back.

An error once wasn't that huge of a deal.

But thrice in one month?

The sudden pop from the toaster made Antonio jump. He laughed as he placed one slice on each plate, and then made his way back over to Lovino and Carlo.

"Who was that?" Lovino asked as Antonio entered the room.

"Oh," Antonio replied as he handed Lovino a plate, "just work."

"Everything alright?" Lovino took the plate from Antonio's hand.

"Of course, Lov," Antonio said as he handed Carlo the other plate.

"Capo," Carlo protested, "I don't need anything, onesto."

"Carlos," Antonio snickered, "do boss a favor, and just take it."

Carlo took the plate after a moment, "Grazie, capo."

Antonio smiled and took a seat besides Lovino, "Lov, wasn't Luci with you earlier?"

Lovino groaned, "He saw a few of his stupid friends and decided leave me."

Antonio chuckled, "Guess he didn't want to wait around either, huh?"

"No," Lovino took a bite out of his toast, "he just didn't want to be around me."

Antonio shook his head, "you know that's not true, Lov—"

"Oh, and you know the truth, right idiota?" Lovino scowled.

Antonio laughed, "Sure! I know this kinda stuff."

"Sure you do," Lovino bit the toast once more, "but seriously, stupid. Is everything okay with work?"

"Sí, Lovi," Antonio grinned, "I already told you that everything was fine. Maria just wanted to double check some things conmigo – that's all. You know, you shouldn't get so paranoid all the time, mi vida. It'll give you wrinkles."

"Well, if you would know how to stop wasting your money, then maybe I wouldn't be so paranoid!"

"I have been really good with my money, Lov. I don't touch it unless I need it."

"Or unless another good bet comes your way, then you drop money like a pigeon drops a load of crap."

Antonio snorted as he looked over to Carlo, "Carlos, tell him that I don't do that."

Carlo stared for a moment, then answered, "Capo, I don't know what you do with your money, so I cannot really say anything."

Antonio sighed as he placed his hands on his thighs, "Carlito, you're supposed to help boss out."

As Carlo apologized, Antonio stood up and stretched. He never could grasp why Lovino was so worried about everything. Sure there were times that Antonio wasted some money, but it wasn't his own money that was the problem. Of course, he couldn't tell Lovino that. All he need was for the Italian to freak out even more.

Antonio pulled out his cellphone:

11:32

"Right," Antonio muttered, "I almost forgot."

"Almost forgot what?" Lovino questioned.

A sudden wave of confidence overcame Antonio, "Lov, are you doing anything tonight?"

"That depends," Lovino replied as he played with the bread crumbs on his plate.

"If you're not busy I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner or something."

The Italian furrowed his eyebrows as his eyes met Antonio's, "where were you planning?"

"Well, I was thinking about Frankie's place. Mis amigos y yo are gonna be there, so I thought that maybe you'd like to come join us."

Lovino's eyes fell back onto his plate, and Antonio's heart felt like it was about to shoot from his chest. Where the question came from baffled Antonio. It wasn't like Lovino actually liked his friends very much.

Why would he want to join a bunch of loud guys, anyways?

Antonio sighed as he walked to Carlo to take his empty plate. Then he made his way over to Lovino and extended his hand. The Italian's eyes moved from Antonio's hand, then back to the plate a few times.

Then Lovino stood up, snatched the other plate from Antonio, and headed for the kitchen. Antonio blinked in confusion, then trailed after him. He entered the room and saw Lovino scrubbing at the dishes with one of the washcloths.

"Lovi," Antonio said as he leaned against the wall, "you don't have to clean that."

"Well, I want to, okay?"

"You're my guest," Antonio smiled as he moved toward Lovino.

"Let me clean the damn plate, Tonio," Lovino turned to Antonio.

Antonio reached for the plate in Lovino's hand. He watched as Lovino's gaze followed his hand. Antonio's heart rate picked up when his fingertips grazed against the smooth, wet plate. In an instant Lovino's eyes shot up, and Antonio lost his breath for a second.

Those wonderful amber colored eyes pierced though Antonio – it was like being set ablaze. His heart panged once more as he gripped the edge of the plate. He took the plate from Lovino with ease. When he reached for the washcloth, Lovino pulled away.

"Let me it, damn it," Lovino repeated as he tossed the washcloth in the sink.

A small smile formed on Antonio's face, "you're the one who gave it to me."

"I want it back."

"Then take it."

Lovino's eyes landed on the plate, then trailed back up to Antonio's eyes, "I'm not screwing around."

"Guess you don't want it that bad," Antonio laughed as he grabbed the washcloth, "so, did you want to come tonight, or no?"

Lovino leaned against the counter, "how badly do you want me there?"

"Honestly," Antonio placed both dishes into the cabinet, "I really want you to go. You never get out much anyways, and I think it'll be fun."

"Jerk, I do go out," Lovino glared, "just not . . . with you and your friends."

"You should, though," Antonio smirked, "they're cool guys, and they know how to have a good time."

"You think everyone does, idiota," Lovino said as he started back to the other room.

"So, sí?" Antonio followed after him.

Antonio noticed Carlo still standing in the same place they had left him. Lovino approached him, grabbed him by the arm, and then headed for the front door.

"Lovi," he called out, "adónde va?"

"I have to meet with Feli, remember?" Lovino called over his shoulder.

"Esperar, you still haven't said if you were coming or not!"

Lovino shoved Carlo outside, and then turned around with a smile, "See you tonight."

The door shut, and the noise that came out of Antonio's mouth didn't even sound human. His heart beat pounded, and he couldn't contain his childish laughter. He ran towards the couch, and let his body collapse.

He actually wanted to come along?

Lovino Vargas actually agreed to come along?

Tonight was going to be perfect!

†††††

Antonio stepped out of his car, and ran around to the passenger side so he could open the door for Lovino. Once Lovino stepped out, the two of them entered the café. They were both greeted by Lilli, the hostess of the café.

"Willkommen," Lilli chimed with a smile, "you're here to see Monsieur Francis, correct?"

Antonio nodded, and Lilli lead the two down a few rows of tables until they reached a table closest to the kitchen. Standing beside the table was Francis. His hair was pulled back, and he was wearing a nice white button-up shirt, with a long black apron wrapped around his waist.

For a moment, Antonio wondered what the getup was about, but remembered –

Francis works the night. Duh.

Seated at the table were both of Francis' sisters, Florence and Cecily, (both of them dressed semi-formal), and Gil (he too dressed some-what nice).

Antonio felt his face burn. He hadn't known they were supposed to look "fancy." He still had on the same outfit from the morning.

He looked over to Lovino who was shaking his head. Even Lovino put on a nice shirt.

"Bonjour, Antoni. Lovi," Francis smiled, "Please, sit."

As the two of them sat, Francis leaned in between them and whispered, "Arthur is almost here. Did you want me to bring something?"

Antonio shook his head, "I think we'll wait for Arturo. Gracias, Frankie."

Francis nodded as he walked over to his sisters.

"So," Gil's voice broke the momentary silence, "mein leibe joins us?"

Lovino folded his arms over his chest, "It's not like I wanted to come. I had nothing better to do, so I tagged along."

Antonio was about to protest when Arthur's voice cut him off.

"Sorry we're late," he said as he pulled the seat beside Antonio, "Cinderella had to put everything away before we could leave."

Antonio turned around and stared at the tall young man beside Arthur – he recognized him in an instant. The young man had blond hair, a single lock standing almost straight up. He wore a dark blue flannel and dark jeans, and his glasses somehow were balancing on the very edge of his nose. He wear a huge smile on his face, and the sudden sound of chair legs squeaking against the floor made Antonio turn around.

Gil was standing, a huge grin on his face as well.

"Al!" He yelled as he walked over to the American.

"Gil?" Alfred's smile somehow widened as he gave the Prussian a hug, "dude, it's been ages!"

"Mein gott," Gil said once he was released, "did you get taller?"

"Did I?" Alfred looked to the ceiling, and Gil laughed.

"Alfred," Arthur said as he took his seat, "please, sit."

"Sure thing, bro," Alfred sat beside him.

Antonio crinkled his nose as he looked at Arthur.

This was his big secret?

Weren't those two no longer talking?

Arthur turned to Antonio, "Can I help you with something?"

Antonio leaned closer and whispered, "Arturo, ¿por que él está aquí?"

"Do you know what damn English is?" Arthur groaned as he adjusted his sleeve, "I'll explain everything, just give me a moment."

"Arthur," Gil said as he sat back down, "this is your surprise, huh?"

Arthur sighed, "Is patience really that difficult for the both of you to grasp?"

"Well," Gil shrugged, "you could have told us sooner."

"Wait," Alfred broke in, "you didn't tell them I was coming, dude?"

"No, I bloody didn't. And I had a reason for it."

"Entonces," Antonio chimed, "you've got some 'splaining to do, amigo."

"Antoni," Francis walked over, "let him breathe."

"Francis!" Alfred shouted, "What is up, my man?"

Francis laughed, "Bonjour, Alfred. It has been a while, non?"

"Sure has!"

Antonio leaned back in his chair, and a soft hand touched his forearm. He turned and Lovino's eyes penetrated him once more.

Antonio tilted his head, "¿Sí, mi vida? Is everything okay?"

Lovino's eyes scanned past him, ". . . who is that?"

"That's Alfred. He's a friend of Arturo's, I guess."

"You don't know him?"

"No, I do. It's just been a really long time since we've last seen him."

Antonio looked over his shoulder and noticed Arthur yelling at Alfred for some reason.

It didn't look like they were still on good terms. . .

Why is he here, then?

"Alright," Arthur shouted, "Gil, shut your trap and listen. The reason he is here is because he is studying abroad. He transferred into my university, and he will be living with me since he cannot get a decent job—"

"Hey," Alfred whined, "I just got here. It's gonna take me some time to get a job, man. Cut me some slack."

"Can't you live on the campus?" Antonio asked.

"Antonio, dude," Alfred blinked a few times, "I totally didn't even see you there. Sup! Well, yeah, I totally could dorm, but that sounds like it would suck balls. Like, seriously, I've had to live in my brother's apartment for a while now, and there were some crazy stuff going down sometimes. Living with total strangers is risky. What if I get stuck with some like psycho weirdo, or some crap?"

"Must you complain about everything?" Arthur sighed.

"Dude, come on. Last I checked, you don't dorm either."

"Don't make me change my mind, Jones."

Alfred laughed, "Dude, don't be like that. I'm just saying that dorming sounds stupid."

The conversation continued a while longer. Francis had brought everyone drinks and food, and the rest of the night was quite enjoyable. After a while even Lovino seemed to get a bit comfortable which took a load off of Antonio's shoulders.

As it got later, the group finished and everyone headed their separate ways.

Antonio turned down the radio as he drove away from the café.

"See, mi vida," he said with a smile, "I told you it would be fun."

"I guess," Lovino mumbled, "your friends sure are something else."

"Yeah, but at least none of us got drunk. It could have been worse."

"Don't drink around me," Lovino said, "You're already stupid sober."

"I wouldn't, Lov," Antonio smiled, "I may not be that smart, but I'm not dumb either. I wouldn't want you dragging me back home, anyways."

"I would've left your sorry ass there."

Antonio laughed, and soon after so did Lovino. It wasn't every day that Antonio could get him to laugh, but when he did it made his day much brighter. Lovino's laugh was too hard to explain with words. But there was something about it that made Antonio forget about everything for a while. If he could make Lovino laugh at least once a day, there would be no greater accomplishment.

Before he knew it, Antonio found himself drawing near Lovino's house. He sighed as he pulled into the driveway.

"Hey, Tonio," Lovino said in a hushed tone.

"Sí, mi vida?"

Lovino tugged on the cuff of his sleeve, "I . . . grazie. For tonight. I hate to admit it, but I did have fun. Even if your friends are stupid."

Antonio's face burned as he smiled, "Of course, Lov. It wouldn't have been the same if you weren't there."

"I doubt that," Lovino said, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

Antonio rested his hand on the steering wheel, "I'm really glad you came. Gracias, mi vida."

"Stop calling me that," Lovino said as he opened his door.

Antonio opened his own door and noticed Lovino walk towards him. Antonio stepped outside, and Lovino stopped a few steps away from him; his eyes locked on Antonio's.

Antonio forced a laugh, "Is something wrong?"

Lovino reached out and straightened the front of Antonio's shirt.

"Lov?"

Lovino looked up at him, "What?"

Antonio grabbed Lovino's hands, "What's wrong, mi vida?"

Lovino looked down, then back up, "I should be asking you that. . ."

"What do you mean?"

Lovino tugged on Antonio's shirt, "You've been . . . quiet today. I don't like it."

"Quiet?" Antonio rubbed the back of his head, "I don't understand."

"Shocker," Lovino rolled his eyes, "just tell me if there's something wrong."

"There isn't anything, Lov. I don't know what you're talking about."

Lovino pushed on Antonio's chest, and turned towards the door of his house.

Antonio watched Lovino unlock his front door, but before he walked inside he turned.

"Tonio?"

"Lovi?"

"Buonanotte," Lovino smirked, "text me when you get home."

"Buenas noches, mi vida."

Antonio stepped into his car and took a breath, then he pulled out of the driveway.

Translation for above:

"The money is short again."

"Again? This is the third time this month, Maria."

"I know, sir. I don't know what went wrong."

"Are you sure the numbers are correct?"

"Yes, sir. I checked."

"So where is all that money going, Maria?"

"I don't know, sir."

"Maria, please fix this."

"I'll try, sir."