I'm so tired... But it's Dogsrule's birthday today! :D Yay for her~!

Warning: this chapter gets a bit weird.

After a few more almost incidents, most of which involving Lovino, finally the day ended. The next day, the group was back in the Italians' home, this time it was Ludwig's and Antonio's turn for the switching potion.

Feliciano was holding Ludwig's hand already. "Luddy, I want you to be ready for this, okay?" he said gently. "All of your emotions are going to get really really amplified and you aren't used to letting yourself ever feel much, so you can squeeze my hand if you need to."

Ludwig nodded in reply. "Danke….."

"Y-You heard him, bastard…?" Lovino stuttered as he looked at Antonio. "Just… be careful, alright?"

Antonio smiled and nodded. "I will be, Lovi. I promise."

Lovino nodded as he looked down and held out the vial with the potion in it. "…. Here…"

Antonio took the potion and downed it in one. He shuttered at the flavor and made a face. "Eww."

Once Antonio was done, Lovino slowly reached out and took his hand.

Antonio sniffed, his mouth twitching. After a second of nothing happening, he smiled at his boyfriend.

"….? You alright, bastard?"

Antonio inched closer to Lovino, sniffing again.

"What… the hell…. are you doing…..?"

"You smell really good… like super good…" Antonio murmured, hugging the Italian and nuzzling his face into Lovino's hair.

"D-Dammit, you bastard!" Lovino squeaked. "G-Get the hell off me!"

"Noooo," he whined nuzzling him more.

"Why you fucking-!"

Antonio cooed happily, just enjoying being near his lover.

Feliciano placed the vial in Ludwig's hand, then uncapped it. "Your turn, Luddy."

Ludwig took it and drank it, also making a face at the taste.

Feliciano rubbed the back of Ludwig's hand with his thumb. "You alright?"

Ludwig nodded back. "Ja…. Just a bit thirsty."

"Let's get you some water," the Italian said. He pulled him to his feet then led the way into the kitchen. "How many years has it been since water quenched your thirst?"

"I can't even remember…." Ludwig sighed. "It's been so long…. And now every smells even stronger now…."

"Yeah. You'll wanna brace yourself before we get to school. Everything smells… eew," Feliciano said, making a face. "Perfume, body spray, deodorant, other nasty things." He filled a glass and handed it to the German, smiling. "Here you go."

"Anything else we should watch out for too?" Ludwig asked as he took the glass.

"Um…. What annoys you?"

The German, now werewolf, paused as he thought about it. "Er…. Well…. I suppose I do get annoyed about things being out of order…."

"Well, since it's school and you'll definitely see that, you need to be able to block it out. Because your annoyance is going to be multiplied by ten."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that if you thought you were annoyed before, it's nothing compared to how you're going to feel now. You're going to be enraged. Like to the point that you might attack someone."

"I would? Just like that?"

"Yes. Exactly. You don't have control over your emotions. Like we couldn't control our thirst, you can't control your more negative emotions. But I'm going to be here every step of the way, okay?" Feliciano cooed gently.

Ludwig nodded just as Lovino called over, "Dammit! Feliciano! Go get me one of the fucking steaks or something! Stronger the smell the better!"

Feliciano frowned, annoyed at this interruption. "Why? I don't want to waste food on something silly!"

"So you want your fucking fratellone mated right in the fucking living room?! That's probably what's going to happen next! This asshole is fucking horny right now!"

Antonio blushed scarlet. "Lovi!" He cried. "I am not!"

Feliciano laughed, " I think Toni is fine and you're just making it awkward!"

"Shut up…." Lovino grumbled as he finally pulled away, "And just give it time….."

Antonio covered his blazing face, running into the corner and curling up, whimpering in embarrassment.

Lovino bit his lip and looked away, "I'll go get ready for school…." he mumbled then ran upstairs.

In the kitchen, Feliciano returned his attention to Ludwig. "Also, meat is going to be a lot more appealing to you. Especially raw meat," he added.

Ludwig blinked before a slightly disguised look appeared on his face. "Ex… cuse me….?"

"Raw meat is going to be very appetizing and appealing to you now." Seeing the disgusted look, Feliciano lowered his gaze to the floor. "Yeah, I know it's gross…. Sorry."

"I... I've never seen you or Lovino eat it as humans…."

"That's because we don't when there are other people around. We love it cooked too, so that's how we usually eat it. But… just something about it is more delicious. We only allow ourselves to eat it on special occasions…."

"O-Oh…. I… I see….."

Feliciano rubbed his arms, shuffling uncomfortably.

Ludwig frowned lightly, then inched over and wrapped Feliciano into a gentle hug.

"You think I'm icky…" he murmured sadly.

"No…." Ludwig answered, then growled softly as he buried his nose into Feliciano's hair. "You smell good."

The Italian blushed, then nuzzled closer. "Thanks, Luddy. That's sweet."

"It makes me want to kiss you…."

Feliciano flushed darker. "O-Oh, wow. This is really affecting you, isn't it?" he asked, looking up at him. He was unknowingly making an adorable face, his golden eyes seeming to pop brilliantly in contrast to his red face.

Ludwig smiled a little, not hearing what Feliciano was saying. "Your eyes are beautiful…. I never realized just how bright they are…" Then he leaned down and kissed Feliciano on the lips.

Feliciano's eyes widened, shocked. Ludwig rarely made the first move, and he had never once started by complementing his looks before.

Just then the alarm on their phones started to beep, signaling that school was going to be starting soon and also snapping Ludwig back to his thoughts. "I-I'm sorry…! I-I… didn't mean to be so forward!"

"N-No! No… it's okay. Really. I… like it when you make the first move. You don't do it very much," Feliciano said, giggling shyly.

Ludwig blushed and quickly looked away.

Feliciano smiled, then took his hand. "Let's get to school."

Once they arrived, the group split up to their first classes. Feliciano skipped cheerfully into first period, going to his desk in the back of the room.

Ludwig sat down next to him, but a second later, began to glare at the teacher's desk which seemed to have a slight layer of dust on it.

Feliciano noticed this. He took Ludwig's hand, gently rubbing the back with his thumb. "Shh, shh," he cooed. "Look at me, Luddy. It's okay."

"They were supposed to get that cleaned last night….." Ludwig growled.

"Well, we have five minutes before class. Do you want to run up and clean it real quick? Will that make you feel better?"

"I'm…. I'm not sure…."

"Let's go up quick." Feliciano stood up, taking Ludwig with him to the front of the room. He handed him a tissue from the box on the desk. "Go ahead and started cleaning."

Ludwig nodded as he took it and started wiping down the desk.

The Italian smiled, then patted his back and kissed his cheek. "I'm going back my desk," he said, then turned and skipped back to the back of the room.

Ludwig nodded and continued cleaning.

Soon the desk was clean and Feliciano called Ludwig's name. "Hey! Luddy!" He had a feeling if he didn't catch his attention the entire school was going to get a deep scrubbing.

However, Ludwig ignored him as he headed out of the room to the nearby supply closet to grab some cleaning chemicals.

Feliciano frowned, then rushed after him. "Hey, Ludwig, you ignored me," he pouted, crossing his arms and standing in front of him.

"Ja," Ludwig nodded. "I know. But the desk needs to be cleaned better." He gently moved Feliciano out of the way and started looking for the right cleaning supplies.

Feliciano thought for a moment, then began to whimper and sniffle. "So I'm not as important as cleaning supplies..."

Ludwig froze then slowly looked back at him.

Feliciano sniffled again, then wiped his watering eyes. "I-I see how important I am to you now…"

"I-I'm sorry…" Ludwig mumbled then gently hugged Feliciano.

The Italian hugged him back, snuggling into his arms. "Let's go back to class now," he suggested gently.

Ludwig continued hugging him, then a second later started smelling Feliciano's hair.

Feliciano blinked, then looked up at him. "You're smelling me again. Does my hair smell that good?"

"Nein…. You do… not your hair…"

"Oh, well, thank you Luddy~!" Feliciano chirped, smiling lovingly up at him.

"….. I want you. Now."

The werewolf blinked, his smile slowly fading. "W-Wait.. what?" he asked, surprised by this.

"And I WILL take you now," Ludwig growled lowly as he pressed Feliciano against the wall then grabbed the front of Feliciano's shirt and yanked on it as hard as he could, ripping it.

Feliciano's eyes shot wide and he gasped. "L-Ludwig?!" He gasped, his face turning scarlet. "W-What are you doing? Why are you taking my clothes off?"

"I'm making you mine…." Ludwig breathed as he tossed the shirt scraps away then went to work on the Italian's pants.

Feliciano squealed, grabbing at Ludwig's hands. "N-No! No, Ludwig! I-I'm not ready for this kind of thing!" he cried, tears of fear in his eyes.

"Oh my…. What is going on here….?"

"Looks like Ludwig and… Feli… and he's crying… uh… Francis help him," Gilbert said, the two having just rounded the corner and spotted them. They ran over and began to try and pull them apart.

Ludwig growled as his eyes flashed, while he tried to shake them off but was finally yanked away.

Feliciano fell down to the floor and curled up tightly, shaking and whimpering, grabbing his shredded shirt and clutching it to his chest, beginning to cry quietly.

Gilbert hissed, holding him back with Francis. "Ludwig! Get a hold of yourself! Do you WANT to rape Feliciano?!"

"Get off me!" Ludwig snarled as his teeth and fingernails started to lengthen. "He is mine! And no one else's!"

"What the FUCK is going on here?" A furious Italian accented voice growled behind the three of them.

Gilbert and Francis glanced at each other and paled, struggling to hold onto Ludwig as Feliciano continued to cry softly.

Hearing the crying, Lovino ran around the group and froze at the sight of his brother before running over to him and gently scooping him into a hug. "Shit! What the fuck happened to you?!"

Feliciano clung to his elder twin, pressing his face to Lovino's chest and sobbing, trembling in his arms.

"Get off him!" Ludwig snarled at the older Italian, causing him to tense up. "He is mine! You WON'T touch him ever!"

Feliciano flinched and hid his face, crying harder.

Lovino shot Ludwig a murderous glare, then helped Feliciano to his feet and started leading him away. "Let's get you some clothes…"

Feliciano trembled, clinging to Lovino for support as they moved away.

"…. Keep an eye out for that asshole," Lovino ordered Antonio when the two passed him. "I see one fucking sight of that bastard, and he's fucking dead."

Antonio looked at the Italians in confusion, but thought better than to ask for any details at the moment and simply nodded.

Once they were gone, Gilbert punched Ludwig in the face. Hard.

"What the hell Gilbert?!" Ludwig snarled back as he rubbed his now sore cheek.

"What the hell Gilbert?'" he repeated, his voice low, fury building. "'What the hell GILBERT'?! YOU JUST TRIED TO FUCKING RAPE FELICIANO IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALL!"

Ludwig blinked then started paling as realization hit him. "I-I…."

Gilbert hissed angrily. "I can't even believe you….."

"I…. I just blanked….."

"Well it really doesn't look like that to the rest of us…." Francis sighed. "And you really are in trouble now…."

"In trouble…..?" Ludwig asked as he held his head.

Gilbert sighed and rubbed his head. "Lovino saw you."

"W-What….?" Ludwig stuttered back.

"Lovino walked by and saw Feliciano on the floor… crying… with his shirt torn off and in shreds.." the albino murmured.

The blond werewolf blinked then sighed. "I've ruined everything…."

"Ludwig, you know Feliciano is going to forgive you. You just have to…. Stay out of Lovino's way." Gilbert softly said.

"Ja…. And Lovino won't let me near him ever again…."

"Lovino doesn't decide who goes near Feli, Feli decides that," Gilbert said softly.

"Then try telling Lovino that…."

Meanwhile, Lovino had taken Feliciano to the gym locker room to give the younger twin his clean gym shirt to wear. Feliciano was standing silently, trembling, rubbing his bare arms as he waited for the shirt, his mind playing over and over what had happened. He glanced at his pants and whimpered, then quickly rebutted them.

"….. asshole tried something… didn't he," Lovino said softly. It wasn't a question.

Feliciano's eyes filled with tears and he let out a sob, then hid his face in his hands, slowly collapsing onto the floor, terror going through him.

Lovino bit his lip and hugged his brother again. "Want me to call nonno and have him take you home?"

Feliciano took a few deep calming gulps of air, then shook his head, "N-No, I won't want to go home," he murmured, shivering.

"…. Fine…. If you're fucking sure…."

"C-Can I have a shirt now…?" The Italian whimpered.

Lovino nodded and held it out.

Shaking, he grabbed the shirt and quickly pulled it on, feeling better with the cloth touching his skin.

"You're still staying with me."

"I can't. I have to go to class…"

"Fine. Then I'll skip mine. I'm not leaving you alone with that asshole. Not after this bullshit."

"You can't. You have to watch out for Antonio. He can't be alone. I'll be okay, I promise," Feliciano said firmly.

"He can stay with us too," Lovino stubbornly insisted.

"No, you have classes. I have classes. Just go to class. I'll be okay, I swear. If anything happens, I'll come find you."

"… You promise?"

"I promise, fratellone."

Lovino scowled and nodded as he stood up. "Fine. But I'M taking you back to class myself."

Feliciano nodded, more than happy to comply with this.

Lovino rolled his eyes and held out his hand to his brother.

The younger twin gladly took his hand, hold on a bit tighter than was absolutely necessary.

"Come on, dammit."

Feliciano followed his brother down the hall, going back to his classroom.

But once the two reached it, the older twin still didn't let go.

Feliciano paused outside the room, trying to let go. "U-Um, fratello? I need you to let go of my hand so I can go to class now…" he murmured.

Lovino scowled but slowly let go.

"I'll see you at lunch, fratello," he murmured, then slipped into the classroom, and shut the door, not seeing Ludwig already sitting back at his desk.

At the sight of the Italian, Ludwig's face flushed and he quickly looked out the window.

Feliciano saw him and froze for a second, then swallowed and made his way over, sliding into his seat beside him.

After a few moments of awkward silence Ludwig swallowed heavily then stuttered. "I-I'm sorry…. I… I don't know what came over me…."

"I do," he murmured. "It's hormones, Luddy. I told you it's going to be crazy and more intense than you've ever experienced before."

"J-Ja… I-I know…. B-But….."

"But nothing. I-I forgive you."

Ludwig blinked a few times. "You…. You DO…..?" he asked in surprise.

"Yeah. I do. But Lovi doesn't," Feliciano said quietly.

"Right…. Him…." Ludwig sighed.

"You can't really blame him though…."

"J-Ja….."

"It'll be okay," Feliciano said gently, slowly taking his hand. "We'll get through this."

Ludwig looked down and nodded.

"Hey." When Ludwig looked up, he gave him a small smile. "I still love you."

"D-Danke…." Ludwig mumbled then quickly said. "Class is starting. We should pay attention now."

Feliciano frowned sadly, then looked away from him. "Okay."

At the end of class, Ludwig paused as he smelled the air then sighed. "I smell your brother….." he whispered to the Italian.

Feliciano shoved him back into the classroom, then shut the door, staying in the hall.

Lovino huffed as he watched. "Why the hell are you acting so jumpy around ME?"

Feliciano squealed in surprise, spinning around. "L-Lovi!"

The older twin raised a eyebrow. "What? Did you really think I'd trust you alone with that asshole?"

"I-I-I…" he stuttered for a moment, then grabbed Lovino's hand. "Let's go to my next class." He began to power walk down the hall, dragging Lovino behind him.

Lovino scowled as he let himself be dragged. "Asshole try something else? Is that why you're acting so fucking jumpy?"

"No you just scared me and now I want to get to class before I'm late and everything is fine I promise you don't have to worry I love you have a good day I'll see you at the end of this period," he rushed, waving to his brother then going into his next class, going to the back of the room and sitting down.

Lovino stared then walked over and sat down in the seat next to him. "You're fucking rambling."

"You aren't in this class," Feliciano murmured.

"No fucking shit. I'm not leaving without answers."

"What answers? You're going to be late to class."

"Does it look like I give a damn?"

"No, but I do."

Lovino shot him a glare.

Feliciano dropped his gaze to the desk.

Lovino's expression softened. "I don't trust him, Feliciano. You might, but I sure as hell don't. And after this I never fucking can or will. I-I'm…. I'm worried dammit….."

"I know… thank you, fratello. For caring so much about me. I really do appreciate it." The younger twin leaned over and hugged his brother tightly.

Lovino slowly hugged back just as tight, refusing to let go.

"Ti voglio bene. I swear nothing is going to happen to me," he promised.

"….."

The teacher cleared their throat. "Lovino, you need to get to your class."

Feliciano pulled away then. "Go to class, Lovi. I'll see you at lunch. You need to get back to Toni before something bad happens to him."

"…. He's outside the damn room."

"Who? Toni?"

"No, the fucking Easter bunny. Of course him!"

Feliciano flinched away from him at the yell.

Lovino groaned and dragged a hand down his face. "…. Sorry…."

Feliciano shivered and rubbed his arms. "P-Please go to class," he whispered. "I'll see you at lunch."

"… fine…." Lovino mumbled and headed for the door. "Later."

"Ciao…."

Once Lovino had disappeared, Ludwig came in.

Feliciano kept his eyes on his desk, hunched over. He wondered why Lovino yelling at him had frightened him so much. It had never scared him before, so why now….?

"Er…. What's wrong….?"

"…. I…. I don't know…."

"O-Oh….."

The Italian sighed and dropped his head onto the desk top, then covered his head with his arms.

"If…. If you have a problem… You'll tell me…. Right…?"

"Yeah…." Feliciano's voice was muffled under his clothes.

"Al… alright….."

Feliciano let out a slow breath, then sat up, lifting his gaze to the ceiling.

"Do… do you feel ready for this quiz?" Ludwig lamely asked.

"What quiz…?"

Ludwig blinked then slowly said. "The quiz for this class….? That.. we're taking today….?"

"Oh… no, then, no. I have no idea… which class is this…?" he muttered, looking around. "I don't remember…"

"Er…. Biology….."

"Oh…." Feliciano dropped his head back down onto the desk with a thump. He just couldn't get himself to care. Too much had happened to him already today, how was he suppose to make himself care about a stupid quiz?

Ludwig frowned as he watched the Italian then raised his hand to get the teacher's attention. "Ma'am?"

"Yes, Ludwig?" she said, turning to look at them, the quizzes in her hand.

"I think Feliciano is feeling sick, but his grandfather is working today. Is it alright if I take him home and watch him? And we retake the quiz after school when he's feeling better? I don't think he'll be able to concentrate on it right now…"

"Ludwig, you know I can't legally allow that sort of thing. You cannot leave the school, and I can't let Feliciano go home without either his grandfather's permission, or the nurse's okay. And no, I can't let you take the quizzes later. He's going to have to figure something out," she said, regretful. Ludwig was one of her favorite students and Feliciano was usually such a cheerful presence. But having a bad day was not reason to be excused from class work.

A few moments later, her phone started to ring.

She blushed in embarrassment and silenced her phone, placing it in her purse, then handed out the quiz. Feliciano looked at the paper blankly. He twirled his pencil in his finger,s his mind wandering.

Next the phone in the classroom started to ring.

As the students started to work, the teacher moved to the phone and picked it up. "Yes?"

"Ciao, bella~," a deep toned Italian voice cooed. "This is Romulus Vargas~. I've been very busy today but I just got a call from my darling grandson Lovi that his brother is feeling a bit under the weather. Both of my grandsons are too adorable for words and I don't want anything to happen to my babies... so... I think it's best that Lovi take Feli home for the rest of the day and watch him. They both have my permission of course, bella~!"

"Okay, Mr. Vargas. But you need to call the office to sign them out, you didn't need to contact me. I'm actually not even sure how you got this number…" she said, confused.

"Oh silly me~!" the voice laughed. "I got the number from the receptionist! Such a nice, charming old woman. And she's so kind to make cookies and give them to students!"

"… Lovino, get off your phone and get back to class." The teacher hung up, then returned to her desk.

Meanwhile, Feliciano was doodling on his paper.

Ludwig sighed as he finished up the rest of his questions. Some of Lovino's plans just didn't make any sense at all….

Feliciano sighed, looking at his paper, covered in pictures. Knowing he wasn't going to get anything else done, he wrote his name at the top, then stood up and walked to the front of the room, laying the paper on the teacher's desk, then returned to his seat.

Ludwig also turned his paper in and headed back to his desk.

As the students began to turn in their papers, the teacher started grading them. When there was five minutes left, she passed back the papers. "Well done, Ludwig," she praised. She stopped next to Feliciano's desk and placed his paper face down. "Unorthodox, but well done."

Slightly curious, Feliciano picked up the paper and turned it over. He blinked in surprise to see he had gotten a perfect grade. Unconsciously, he had drawn the answers to the questions.

"Thank you, ma'am," Ludwig nodded before glancing at Feliciano.

The Italian lifted the paper and showed it to him. "I got a hundred…"

Ludwig blinked then slowly reached out and patted Feliciano's back. "G-Good job…."

Feliciano handed him the paper, then laid back down on his desk. He tried to be excited about getting a good grade, but he just didn't care.

"…. Are you sure you don't want to go home? We can call your grandfather… well… your REAL grandfather…."

"I don't care… do what you want."

Ludwig frowned then held out his hand for Feliciano's cell phone. "May I see your cell phone?"

Again, Feliciano let out another sigh, then reached into his bag and pulled out the phone and handed it to him.

Ludwig took it and dialed Romulus's number.

The phone picked up after a few rings. "Feli? What's wrong, bambino?" the elder Italian's voice asked, sounding worried.

"E-Er… actually it's me, sir… Ludwig…."

"Ludwig? Where is Feli? Did something happen to him?" Romulus sounded more worried now.

"He's right here, sir… but, I think he's feeling a bit sick…. I was hoping to take him home to rest but we need you to call the office to sign him out."

"Can I talk to him please?"

Ludwig nodded. "Ja… but... if you do call the office… you better make sure they know it's really you…." He sighed.

"Che? What does that mean?"

"Er….. Lovino called the teacher…. Pretending to be you to get Feliciano out of school…."

"….. why?"

"I'm…. I'm not sure…."

"….. can you give me to my grandson now, please?"

Ludwig nodded and handed the phone to Feliciano.

"Feliciano?" Romulus asked worriedly. "Bambino, are you alright? Are you sick? What's wrong?"

"Nonno… I don't wanna go home… but I don't feel good either… what should I do…?" Feliciano whimpered softly.

"Oh, bambino… yeah, you're coming home. Lovino too. He can take care of you for a bit until I get there then I'll take you boys and we'll go get dinner and hang out tonight, okay?"

Feliciano didn't look thrilled, but he nodded. "Va bene, nonno." After a quick goodbye, he hung up.

"What did he say?"

"He's sending Lovi and me home. B-But we can't leave you and Toni here all day…" he was quiet for a moment, then picked up his phone. "I'm calling nonno. I don't want to go home."

Ludwig grabbed his hand before he could start dialing. "Nein. You need to go home. We'll… we'll go home with you."

Feliciano glanced up at him. "… how? You don't have anyone to call you in…"

"Gilbert. He usually hands things like this."

"Then can you get him….?"

"Ja. Wait right here," Ludwig said, then headed out of the room.

"Ludwig, where are you going?" the teacher called as he entered the hall.

"Er… bathroom!"

"Alright. Make sure you ask next time."

"J-Ja… I'll make sure I do. Sorry."

The teacher nodded, then let him continue on.

Ludwig sighed and went to go find Gilbert.

The albino was in the hallway a little ways away, talking to Matthew happily.

Ludwig walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. "I need you to call the school and get me out for the rest of the day. Please."

Gilbert looked at him silently, his arm around Matthew's shoulders, gently playing with the soft curls. "Why?" he finally asked.

"Their grandfather wants to take them home for the day. But.. Feliciano will only leave if myself and Antonio go with them."

"Fine. I'll do it. Just… watch out for Lovino, ja?"

Ludwig sighed and nodded. "I will."

Gilbert waved him away then pulled out his cell phone, dialing the number. When the secretary picked up, he lowered and deepened his voice. "Hallo, I am calling so you know that Ludwig and Antonio will be going home early today."

"Alright sir. I'll make a note of that. Thank you for calling, have a nice day."

"Danke." Gilbert hung up then turned his attention back to Matthew, smiling genuinely at him. "Now where were we before Ludwig so unawesomely interrupted?"

Back in the classroom, the biology teacher checked her email to see Feliciano and Ludwig were being dismissed. She wished them well, Feliciano waving to her as he walked from the room, bag over his shoulder.

As soon as he walked out of the room there was a soft touch on his arm. "You ready to go, dumbass…?"

He flinched and gasped at the sudden touch, but calmed himself when he saw it was his brother. He nodded, then willingly grabbed Lovino's hand.

"….. you're jumpy," Lovino muttered quietly.

"You said that before," he answered softly.

"… I know, dammit…."

"I'm okay. Really."

Lovino scowled back. "The way you're fucking acting proves otherwise."

Feliciano pulled his hand back. "If I say I'm fine, I'm fine. I don't have to get your approval to say I'm okay," he said bitterly.

"Fine. Let's fucking go. Sorry for fucking caring."

Feliciano looked away, tears building in his eyes. He sat against the wall of the school and pulled up his knees, hiding his face.

"Fuck…" Lovino cursed then sank down next to him and put his hand on Feliciano's back.

Feliciano's body was trembling slightly, quiet sobs shaking him.

"S-Sorry dammit… didn't fucking think…."

The Italian sniffled.

"… Come on," Lovino mumbled as he helped Feliciano to his feet. "Let's go home."