((*that awkward moment when the story you like writing the most is barely seen* Well... Too bad then. I'm gonna try to write as much as I can in this one. :D My internet is being awful though so I am having some trouble writing))

Henry suddenly appeared out of nowhere, at least to Lovino, since the Italian was thinking so much. The fake blond smirked down at who he thought was gonna be his small victim. No way, Henry wasn't going to actually even give his hundred percent, was he? Lovino realized, and that flamed up his anger in a instant.

Henry smirk turned into a bitter grin at Lovino's anger, and he poked the Italian on the forehead like he was a small child. The rest was almost blurry to the brunette. He smacked Henry's hand away harshly, purposely scratching his hand a bit.

A few insults were thrown between the two, each getting more touchy each time, then boom.

Lovino got shoved to the ground. Sure, the Italian got up in a instant and a punch was thrown at him, which he barely, barely dodged.

More attempts to punch him, more attempts to hurt him, Lovino's mind became sharper but was not even paying attention at the same time, everything was becoming a bit fuzzy, feeling the mild sting of a hit every so often adrenaline kicking in, until...

SMACK! That sound snapped the smaller male into reality. He saw his larger opponent go down, and he felt the burning sting in his cast, and the cold came back quickly. Lovino hadn't even noticed until now that he felt hot in the first place, and he could've sworn at some point he heard his brother.

Triumph swelled in Lovino's chest as he looked down at Henry, who usually looked down at him with a sneer. That bullying jackass wasn't sneering now, he looked bewildered and had a bloody nose. Of course he wouldn't be tough on his own, after everything he done, he was still a over privileged rich kid that never had to deal with loss.

Just then, Lovino was being pulled by a tall guy his age, who wasn't facing him, and the guy was also pulling Feliciano. What the fuck was this!? Kidnapping?!
Out of shock, worry and anger at someone would try to do this, especially after the Italian was just shook up from the fight, the brunette started letting a stream of cusses and insults leave his lips.

He was cut off by Feliciano though "Lovino! He's helping!!!". That slightly pissed Lovino off more. With fucking what!? He could've dealt with Henry, for sure!!! Before the eldest Italian brother could get more pissed, the stranger who was dragging them suddenly turned to Lovino with a bright grin and sparkling green eyes, saying to him "Hola Lovi the demon tomato, nice move you made back there.".

Wait, what the fuck...

Only one person in the world would call him that, or even say that ever...

Realization flooded over Lovino, as he stared at the guy in front of him. Black hair... Green eyes....

"..........Ho-lyyyy crapola...."

This is not what Lovino was expecting at all! The Italian thought of a more... Smaller and nerdy looking sort of guy, who Francis and Gil took under their wings to teach him the distasteful ways of a pervert. Not a built, tan, happy and hot looki- wait hot? Hell no, Feliciano could go as far away from Catholicism as he liked, going all the homo for the Ludwig but Lovino would not do that. Meh... Well, just considering someone hot doesn't make you gayer then rainbow sprinkle designs on pink sparkle pants. Lovino admitted right then Antonio was.... Okay looking, in his head at least, but still didn't like thinking like that though.

He'd stay true to what their grandfather wanted. The Italian looked over Antonio, as the Spanish teen's face grew a bit worried at a reaction, until Lovino said "Ah, my partner in crime. Did you burn down a city or go cannibalistic on a couple tomatoes on your way here?".

That brought a even brighter smile on Antonio's face as Feliciano looked confused and kinda scared, then the younger Italian commented "What plans are you two coming up with on your spare time?".

Lovino looked at his brother seriously "We are trying to figure out how to kill every person around here in one night, without cops getting involved.".
Antonio raised a eyebrow and smiled still, keeping giggles hidden as he saw Feliciano have a slightly worried look.

"I'm just gonna leave you two alone and hang out with Luddy..." The younger brother mumbled as he walked away. Toni looked at Lovino with a bright smile then went to a more serious look, while saying firmly "What was all that about earlier?".

The Italian's mind started racing quickly. He just really met Antonio and he wasn't going to get him all worried about all of his problems already! "What do you mean?" Lovino questioned, stalling as he thought.

"That fight you had earlier." The green eyed man asked calmly, the seriousness in his expression not leaving. The shorter brunette finally sighed like he just caved in "We had a argument that escalated. We're usually okay.". Lovino praised himself mentally. Brilliant!!! It wasn't even a complete lie either!

Antonio raised a eyebrow, saying "really?" in a simple gesture and Lovino responded with a nod. "Okay Tomato." The Spaniard brightly said and pulled out his phone "Want to hang out today or are you busy?".

Lovino's mind was reluctant to say yes to the offer of being around Antonio. Of course the Italian was friends with him but... Messaging and talking are different things. Backspacing is a hell lot harder, for a example, and you also can't bring up any pic you want as a conversation starter. Lovino also knew he actually did want to be around Antonio, face to face, considering how... Okay he looks and he seemed pretty welcoming.

After a calm silence of Lovino thinking and the Spanish teen being patient, phone in his hand, the brunette finally mumbled "Hanging out would be fun.".

A bright smile came to Antonio immediately and Lovino rolled his eyes, mumbling once again "It's because I have nothing better to do.". That didn't seem to faze Antonio at all.

"So what do you want to do? Park? Go eat some fast food? Or we could go to a part-" The happy teen said but was cut off sharply by Lovino "Park sounds fine.".

Antonio's eyes seemed to mentally note something and the Italian realized that his "Pirate" friend could not keep anything hidden easily, or he just liked to show what he was doing? "Okay Lovi~ Let's go." Antonio said confidently and started walking.

Lovino followed, faking a angry tone of voice as he spat out "Don't call me that!".

"Why?".

"Because, I don't like it.".

"Fine, Tomato instead~".

"Nooooope. It's Lovino. Lov-i-no." The Italian somewhat playfully exaggerated the syllables, like a parent trying to teach their child to say mommy or daddy.

"Okay! Let me try.... To-ma-to. Did I do it?".

"Not even close.".

"Lovi~.".

Lovino felt a bright blush start to spread to his face, purely because of the way Antonio said it. No! That's bad! Bad! "No! It's Lovino dammit....".

"Come on Tomato. It isn't that big of a deal.".

"Whatever." Lovino huffed and when they reached the park Antonio glanced over at the swings, giving a look that said "There?". The Italian nodded and the teens sat on the swings, Antonio happy and Lovino nervous. God, how could Lovino be calm about this?! He was absolutely terrified of Antonio suddenly turning mean or something along those lines.

Antonio could see the nervousness so he lightened the mood in a instant "What would you do if giant, mutant s'mores ruled the world?".

Lovino cracked a split second smile "A eating frenzy. God, now you got me thinking about summer...".

"Ah! You're missing the warm too, huh?".

"Of course. These damn uniforms don't warm up anything.".

"Si, you know what would be great?".

"What?".

"A giant white, fluffy jacket that smells like marshmallows!!!" Antonio's face resembled something like he thought he was a complete genius and invented the dab or something.

"............but why?".

"It'd be warm, and whenever someone would hug their friends while wearing it, they'd smell great.".

"Feli and I were trying to figure out some new lollipop flavors when we were little. We thought we could become the greatest inventors ever or something.".

"What flavors did you come up with?".

"Pasta sauce, cheese, wine, grape mixed with orange, whipped cream, dark chocolate and tomato.".

"Great, now if that ever works out, your brethren can be eaten in a different kind of way." Antonio said playfully and Lovino let another split second smile slip.

The Italian was pretty sure he'd finally made the first true friend in years. Sure, Feli may have kept saying Lovino was friends with Kiku and potato basterdo #1 but it wasn't true. Lovino had no connections to his younger brother's peers and the only thing they could agree on usually was Feliciano.

"Aw, you should smile more often Tomato~!" Antonio said happily.

"No. Shut up about that for now on." The Italian didn't mean for it to sound harsh, but it did. Antonio faked a pout then smiled again.

The two talked for hours, drifting between T.V. shows, YouTube, hobbies, and random thoughts. Lovino saw the sun setting and the air growing colder so he stood up.

"We should probably hang out again soon one of these days, but I gotta go home. Ciao Pirate." The Italian said calmly, looking at the understanding face of the Spanish teen, who was still sitting on the swing.

"Okay. See ya Tomato and maybe talk soon?".

"Of course, idiot." Lovino mumbled and started on his way home.