Sorry for the wait! This one's dedicated to...well...Hi professor Kitty, I thought you'd like the references XD

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA FOR FALL OUT BOY XD

The whole "is this actually love or is this plain fuck" problem didn't help me recover from my damned fever. I just lay there for the whole weekend, wondering if I'd ever make it out of bed again. Sorry, I'm pessimistic. Not my fault!

Feli came in every few hours to give me food - but he didn't stay for long. Even he was smart enough to try to avoid catching my cold.

So that left me in hell by myself.

I could've done anything to myself without anyone else knowing - I could've cut my arms a little more or even go down to my legs. But I really didn't want to feel worse than I already did. I couldn't enjoy the delicious tomatoes from Nonno's garden - they'd barely go down my throat since it was so damn swollen.

Either way, I wasn't going to get any better unless I relaxed and talked to someone about my problem. So I made up my mind to call someone...Someone who'd get it...

I was nervous trying to call Tino, who I had just met a few days ago, but it was the only way I could help myself out. Maybe this phone call could take a lot off my shoulders. Maybe I could get over this crush.

So I made up my mind.

"Feli! Can you grab me the phone?!" I croaked, a plan simulating in my head.

Fortunately, my crazy little brother had his ears cocked for any of my wishes, however softly I asked them. He brought the phone over without question and replaced the washcloth on my forehead. "VE~! I'm glad you're well enough to talk to friends now! Kiku was getting worried."

"Ugh, don't be so happy, just get out." I muttered, too sick to curse him out.

"Okay~!"

Once he had left, I picked up the dreaded phone book I secretly kept under my bed and paged through it, searching for something Finnish sounding. But...

Oh fuck!

I guess it's a problem that I don't know Finnish.

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"Bonnefoy..." I muttered to myself. "That's French...ugh...Mr. Bonnefoy...Braginsky...Russian."

I had tried going to the V section a few minutes earlier to find Vaïnämöinen, but that was apparently not what the phone number was listed under. Fuck. Now the only choice I had was to go through the whole phone book. So that's what I was doing now.

Jones...that's obviously Alfred...Karppinen...I have no idea what the fuck that is! Estonian?! Who was Estonian in our town?! Karpusi...As in damned Mrs. Karpusi. Køhler...that was Norwegian or something in that area...Maybe I should try that one?

So, for some stupid reason, I called that number.

"HELLO!?" The person on the other end of the line, obviously not Tino, shouted, almost breaking open my eardrums. Fall Out Boy was playing loudly in the background, not to mention that the person who had answered the phone seemed to be playing electric guitar on full blast along with it.

"Hello..." I answered cautiously. "I think I called the wrong number but...this is Lovino Vargas and I was trying to call this...um...boy from my school...Tino? Do you happen to know him maybe?"

"Tino?" The background noise immediately quieted...The guitar at least quieted down. Fall Out Boy was still killing my brain with its epicness. "Oh, he's my next door neighbor! I can give you his number if you'd like."

Was this guy an idiot? You don't just give your friend's phone number away without even asking the person's business - but for some reason, I was glad of it this time.

"Thank you so much!" I managed, trying to not scream and break out into a happy dance...That would hurt. "H-have a nice day!"

Then I hung up and phoned Tino's number.

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The tension was almost unbearable. My nervous energy was coming back at each ring tone. Maybe this was a bad idea...I didn't have anything planned out to say. What if I couldn't talk properly and he though I was trying to prank call him?! I was glad when the other line finally clicked.

The background noise of this house was absolutely horrifying. Sounds of glasses breaking and screams seemed resonated from the phone, but maybe that was my imagination. Even if it was, this place still made me feel as if I had called one of Hitler's death camps instead of a house.

"Heellllloooo?" An obviously-drunk female voice slurred. "You've reached the Karppinen residence. Are you calling for my service..."

From the line, someone must've grabbed the phone and muffled the speaker since I couldn't hear the rest of the sentence. I heard the snippets of the words "Aunt" and "stop", but other than that there was nothing.

What on earth was happening? Who drank at this time of day? It was still morning! Did that guy on the phone give me the wrong number as a joke?! If so, I was going to find him and kill him later.

"Lovino," Tino's breathless voice snapped from the other end of the line. If he didn't sound so pissed, I might've been happy to hear him. "don't ever call my house number again unless I'm expecting it. Okay?"

"Um...sorry..." I was really too shocked that I had actually got a hold of him to give a proper apology. How did he even know that was me on the line? "Who was that?"

I was almost worried that the phone went dead, it was so quiet. If I could see Tino right now, he'd probably either be paling or turning bright red. "N- no one! Seriously! That was just me playing a prank you you, I swear! Nothing out of the ordinary!"

He sounded so panicked that, even though pranks didn't seem like his kind of thing, I decided to believe him for now and not make a big deal over it. "Um...okay..."

"Anyways, how are you feeling?"

"I'm as sick as fuck." I answered.

I swore I could feel his glare from the telephone. "Language. Anyways, what do you need to talk about, or did you just want to chat. In that later case, I don't 'chat' is you should probably call Ki..."

"Antonio!" I shouted. "It's about Antonio! I'm so confused! What do I do?! I think I'm falling for him but I.D.K.! What the hell do I..."

"Woah, wait. Slow down. Start from the beginning."

So I did. I started from when I met him and how he'd been so nice. Then about my conflicting feelings I'd been feeling for the past several days. I tried to add in as much detail as possible but...

"Lovino! Stop describing Mr. C to me! I know what he looks like and he's not exactly the angel you're describing! We're both in the faculty so I know!"

"Um...sorry...This is just super hard for me to explain...I don't know what I feel and I'm not going to feel any better unless I know, and..."

"I'm gonna put this bluntly - You're an idiot for not figuring this out already. This can't possibly be true love yet, since you need to take some time to get to know him. Right now, it's just plain fucking lust!"

Then he hung up.

Um...Okay then...

He must've been pissed that I called him.

Heh - sweat drop- well that sucked. This chapter was solely written to get Tino's point across...nothing else. Oh, and also to prove that Lovino is as much as an idiot as his brother is.

First I wanna talk about the Omake. The little snippet of song there was from Italy's 2013 Eurovision entry L'essenziale by Marco Mengoni. I got a few people asking me about that so I just had to mention that.

Yes, Lovino is SICK, probably the flu. DX I'm sorry Lovi, but it's my job to make you suffer!

This chapter sucked a little bit...sorry. And just to tell you, Karppinen is Tino's adoptive mom's last name. To understand what just happened on the phone call, go read Passed Away. Actually...I'll let your perverted minds fly free when you imagine what happened during the phone break XD

See you next time :3 Reviews are appreciated. THIS. WILL. GET. BETTER. I PROMISE YOU!