I-a guess I-a should start here eh? Well-a if all you fangirls and-a fanboys probably read the-a title you-a know what this is, but-a I guess I shoulder start from the beginning. This is-a how me and Antonio became-a how we are today.

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-3rd person-

Lovino grumbled to himself, shoving his hands in his sweaters pockets. His used-to-be friend kicked him out. Now, he doesn't have a house, great.  Walking down the street he looked up at the dark, star covered sky. Clouds of pollution making them almost invisible. He sighed to himself kicking one of the pebbles 'in his way' 

"Damn-a Bastardo.. I-a can't even keep-a friend.. Fanculo!" The Italian argued with himself, looking at the sets of eyes staring holes into him. He bit his lip continuing to look down. His breath becoming mist disappearing into the pollution filled air. Taking a left he turned into a Italian resteraunt him and his brother ran. Entering the door made a small 'Ding~!' as he walked through, taking a deep breath a small smile crept its way to the Italian, the air smelt like bread sticks, pizza, and... "Mm pasta.." Lovino daydreamed to himself, shaking his head letting the thoughts move aside he walked to the desk, opening the 'Employ Only' door. Entering the back room he say his brother cooking his best selling fresh pizza. Smiling Lovino picked up his apron rapping the strings around his sides and tying it in the back.

"Ciao big brother Fretello!" The happy Italian cooed. rolling the dough.

"Ciao." He replied coldly, picking up his notepad and walking back out the doors. Grumbling he looked around at the tables seeing many waiting costumers. One person caught his attention though... Or three? There was a man with wavy, blond hair that slightly passed his shoulders, his eyes were violet as a flower, his face was slim, with some stubble on his chin. Beside him was a quite loud Albino, he was wearing a necklace that looked like a.. X? His hair was white as snow, and his eyes were red with a few touches of pink. But what caught the Italians Olive eyes was the one boy. His hair was a chocolate brown, slightly choppy, his eyes were a bright, electric green, with a big, toothy grin, talking to the two other males. Taking a deep breath the Italian put on his best smile walking over to the male filled table.