AN: Hola! So, new chapter. I apologize if it seems scattered, I'm being rushed today with my writing, and I've started this before school, so I probably won't finish it with how I type.

Anyway, to those of you who reviewed:

Spamano4ever: Lovi is perfect! A bit moody, but perfect!

Mona Lisa's Balled: Toni is being quiet.. but then, he is new at the school. Most new students don't get to speaking a lot until they get how the school functions or finds a group that they know aren't going to diss them for being who they are. He'll be talking more soon, I promise!

And now, on with the chapter.

Enjoy!

Lovino was really regretting telling Feliciano what had happened. Feli hadn't stopped freaking out yet. Ludwig was still with them, so he was working on getting the younger of the brothers to calm down. Lovino gave him a rare, thankful smile before he went back to his thoughts.

The next time he was pulled from his thoughts, it was due to the phone ringing.

He got up and went to answer it, managing to bang his knee on one of the chairs to get to it. He frowned at that, but didn't bother with it.

As soon as he answered, he rolled his eyes. "Hi, Gilbert."he snapped.

A moment's silence before Lovino looked at Ludwig. "Would you mind too much if I killed him?"he asked of the German.

Ludwig gave a slight smile at that, but let Lovino go on with the phone call.

Even so, Lovino hung up not long after that.

About ten minutes later, Gilbert entered, dragging Francis and Antonio with him. "Lovi!"he greeted.

Lovino glowered at Gilbert as he collapsed on a sofa.

Francis rolled his eyes. "Sorry about him, mon ami. He was going off the wall worrying,"he said.

Lovino huffed and nodded in understanding. "I don't see why."

Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Because, I've seen the result of those douches,"

Lovino glared at Gilbert, effectively shutting him up.

Ludwig, however, spoke then. "Wait, this is normal for you?"he asked the moody italian.

Feliciano looked at his brother. "Lovi..?"

"No,"Lovino lied, trying to set his brother at ease.

Gilbert shot Lovino a look for the lie, but said nothing, knowing he was doing it to help his brother feel more at ease.

Antonio decided to speak up then. "Why are people so cruel to you?"

Lovino looked at the spaniard to see him looking at him curiously. He shrugged. "It's.."

When Lovino didn't finish, Francis spoke up. "Their first week at the school in Freshman year, Feli outed the both of them. Feli's really happy and loved, but Lovi had a bit of a short temper, putting him at odds with almost everyone in the school."

Antonio frowned. "So, they do it because of the temper or.."
Gilbert rolled his eyes. "More than likely because they're a bunch of homophobes. It doesn't matter. I have an idea, and I'm not going to let it fail."

Lovino groaned at that. Gilbert's ideas weren't always the best.

Gilbert pouted when he heard. "Lovi! I'm trying to help you!"he said.

"I don't need your damn help, idiota!"

Feliciano rolled his eyes. "I'll talk to people about keeping an eye out. Maybe we can get Arthur and Matthew involved, maybe not Alfred, but it's a start,"

Lovino glared at his brother. "Fuck no."he snapped.

Feliciano pouted, so Lovino backed off and let him go.

The following morning, when Lovino got into school, he was immediately pulled aside.

He let out a hiss and a curse before he caught sight of Francis, who pulled the moody italian over to where Gilbert, Antonio, Ludwig and Feliciano were already standing. "What the fuck, guys!"he snapped. "Some warning would've been freaking nice,"

Francis frowned. "Sorry,"he said, not sounding sorry in the slightest. "We're just trying to keep you out of trouble this morning."

"Like that'll last long?"Lovino asked, rubbing his wrist gently with a scowl.

And sure enough, that really didn't last longer than second hour. In fact, it didn't work in the slightest.

When Lovino didn't show up for lunch, Antonio went to see if he could find him. Gilbert and Francis were worried but were also being fussed at by Ludwig at that time.

Antonio didn't return until close to the end of the lunch hour. "Hola, mi amigos,"he said, but his normally cheery sounding voice was lacking. "Found Lovi,"

Gilbert looked to Antonio. "Where is he?"he asked.

Antonio didn't answer, but Gilbert sighed. "And he's back in the nurse's office,"he grumbled, getting up and grabbing his things, heading to the nurse's office to sit until Lovino woke up. It was habit. He always did.

At the end of the day, Lovino met up with the others, Gilbert helping keep him fully steady while they were walking due to the limp the italian now had.

Feliciano frowned at his brother, but said nothing.

Francis, however, exclaimed, "Mon ami! Are you alright?" as soon as the two stopped.

Lovino glowered at Francis. "Do I look like I'm alright, you damn bastard?"he snapped.

Francis held his hands up in surrender.

Feliciano spoke then. "Lovi, we have to tell nonno,"

"No,"Lovino responded immediately. "No, we aren't telling nonno. Anything."

Feliciano's frown deepened. "You're limping, fratello. You don't have much of a choice of if he finds out or not,"

Lovino raised an eyebrow. "Wanna bet? Gil, let go."he said.

Gilbert, who'd been holding onto Lovino's shoulder, released the italian, who immediately started walking. The limp was prominent at first, but eventually was hard to notice.

Ludwig spoke. "The fact that you're so used to it that you can hide a limp is astounding,"he commented. "And not in a good way,"

"Good to know, potato-bastard."Lovino replied.

Even so, Feliciano and Lovino's grandfather didn't find out that evening. No matter what Feliciano wanted.

AN: I feel so bad for hurting Lovi again! I'm so sorry guys! Anyway, here you go. The new chapter.

Translations for those of you who don't know:

Mon ami: my friend. (French)

idiota: idiot (italian)

Hola, mi amigos: Hello, my friends (Spanish)

fratello: brother (italian)

Want to see any other pairings here? Let me know!

Anyway, Adios! See ya next time!