"A date?" you asked as you raised an eybrow at the Italian in front of you.
Lovino shifted uncomfortably and adjusted his backpack on his shoulder, "Si."
You blinked, "With me?"
"Stop asking questions!" he snapped. "Will you go with me or not?"
You pretended to ponder on this, making the Italian nervouse before smiling and nodding, "Sure, Lovi."
"Don't call me that." he grumbled as he walked away. "I'll pick you up at 6pm."
"A-alright!" you called after him. You leaned against your locker and ran your fingers through your (h/c) hair. Did your best friend just ask you out on a date? Not that you minded. You loved the grumpy Italian but it was all a little.... uncalled for.
Lovino sat at his desk, playing with his pencil instead of doing homework, when he heard the front door open. He heard footsteps coming towards his bedroom door so he quickly pulled out a piece of paper and wrote done random things. The Italian didn't want Antonio on his case again about bad grades.
The Spanish man poked his head into the room, a smile on his face, "Hola, Lovi!"
"Don't call me that." Lovino growled. "I'm doing homework."
Antonio reclined on the couch in Lovino's room, "Sure you are."
"What do you want, tomato bastard?!"
Antonio smiled, "Well I happened to come across your diary-"
"It's a journal!" the Italian shrieked. "And why were you going through my stuff?!"
"Okay, journal." the Spanish man shrugged. "And I saw that you have a little crush on ________."
Lovino's face turned bright red as he slammed his textbook shut and stood up, knocking his chair over. He DID have a crush on _______. A rather large one at that. The way she laughed. The way her (h/c) hair looked. That damn Antonio is going to ruin everything, the Italian thought as he bit his lip nervously. He turned towards the Spaniard and scowled, "What about it?"
"I'm going to help you, amigo!" Antonio smiled and wrapped an arm around the Italian's neck. "First off, lose the grumpyness. She'll get the wrong idea!"
"Secondly, don't curse like a sailor at her. You'll scare her off!" Antonio continued.
"You bastard, let me-"
"Proves my point exactly! And lastly," The Spaniard let go of Lovino and leaned against the door frame, "Act nicer. Like your brother, Feli!"
Lovino stared at the spot Antonio was just at and bit his tongue. He's always being compared to Feliciano. Is that really what ________ would prefer? Someone innocent and sweet like his brother? Lovino frowned and fell back onto the couch, moaning in despair.
~Le Present Time~
You sat in front of your mirror and pulled your hair back in a clip. You kept thinking of Lovino's face when he asked you on this date. He looked so cute when he was blushing. But you were still very confused. Why all of a sudden? What if it doesn't go well? Of course it will, you thought. It's not like it will be any different from when you guys hang out. Then again, usually Feliciano or Antonio tagged along.
The door bell rang and you made your way to the door. You pulled it open to see Lovion standing there, a bouquet of flowers obviously behind his back. He was taken by surprise and pulled them out from behind his back, blushing as he held the red roses directly infront of your face. You chuckled and took them from him, smelling them before saying, "Thank you, Lovi!"
He gritted his teeth, "Ciao, _______."
He happened to look at what you were wearing and blushed. You wore a short sleeve (color) scoop neck shirt with a jean skirt that went to your mid thigh. The Italian forced a smile, "You look nice."
You blushed, "Thanks, Lovi!"
Walking inside, you put the roses in a vase and turned back to the Italian, "Ready to go?"
He swallowed roughly and nodded, opening the door wider for you. You stepped out and smiled at him before skipping down the steps. Lovino followed you to the car and opened the door for you. You blinked, confused, and got into the car. How unlike him, you thought, scratching your head.
Lovino ended up taking you to a empty field and set up a picnic. You talked the entire time while he sat there, quiet. Which was very unlike him. Usually he would go off at some point on a rant about his brother's friend, Ludwig, or his roommate, Antonio. You finished your sandwich and raised an eyebrow at him.
"Alright, what's up?"
"What?" he looked up at you from his own sandwich.
"You've been sitting there, quiet as a mouse, this entire time. And we both know thats not how you are." you smirked.
"Nothings wrong!" he snapped and crossed his arms.
You held your hands up defensively, "Alright, alright."
"Ah, I mean, nothing." Lovino forced a smile.
You raised an eyebrow, "Lovi, you're acting a lot like Feli-"
"DON'T SAY IT!"
You jumped slightly. Lovino bowed his head, "I'm always being compared to him. I am nothing like fratello!"
"I know you're not." you gently placed a hand on top of his. "You don't need to act like it."
His head shot up and his face turned bright red, "Thank you, ______. T-ti amo!"
Before you could reply, he smashed his lips to yours, knocking the two of you over. He broke the kiss and growled, "I am nothing like Feliciano."
You nodded, your head spinning, "I love you, Lovi. Just the way you are."
He smiled at this and kissed you again, "No way will I act like him again."
You sat up and smiled, "Good."
"Now, about Ludwig," Lovino narrowed his eyes and began to rant. You just smiled and rested your head in his lap, pretending to listen. No, there was no need for him to change.