Lovino's POV:

I woke up early that morning. Stupid fucking birds, disrupting my precious sleep! I had just moved to some city in England, probably London, but eh.. too fucking lazy. I originally lived in the Southern Part of Italy, Romano was my home. But my stupido fratello and my bastard of a grandfather wanted me to move to London where fratello was living. Fratello, his name was Feliciano, and my grandpa were living together and wanted me to live with them. Fuck that! I said I'd move there if I got my own apartment. They reluctantly agreed. The stupido school was called Hetalia High, or Gakuen Hetalia. Weird name. I groaned as I slipped out of of bed and walked over to one of my boxes labeled 'useless junk'. I pulled out my school's uniform. Blue blazer, yellow long sleeved shirt underneath with a button up underneath that, a red tie, and dark blue tweed pants. It was cold in England, so everyone wore layers. I hated the cold. In Italy we could wear light clothing, but now we can't unless if its summer. I changed into the stupido outfit and walked out of my stupido door, no. I take that back. The door is nice. Lovino x Door forever.

I walked down the stairs to the door that lead outside and then walked out, locking the door behind me. I was walking down the street when I saw three guys walking in a group, flirting with random chicks or dudes. "Hola! Feli!!" A guy with a Spanish accent greeted as they ran over. 

I about punched that dude in the face. "Oi! Fuck you! I am not my fratello! I am Lovino! Lov-i-no! Do NOT confuse me with my dumb younger brother!" I yelled at him, crossing my arms.

"Ooh! You chose a feisty one!" A Frenchman mused.

I screeched and hid behind the Spanish one. "ITS A FRENCHIE! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU RAPIST!"

"That's racist."

"Don't fucking care."

"He's right though francey pants, you are creepy."

"Shut up Gil."

I scoffed and moved away from the Spaniard. "Anyways. Goodbye. Do not have a good life. I hope you all burn in hell." I said and started to walk down the street.

"Aww. You scared him off Francis." Antonio whined.

"Did not! Your ugly face scared him off!"

"Excuse you! I am beautiful!"

*****

I was walking through the gate when I saw my idiota of a brother with a tall German. Great. A potato bastard. "Hello Fratello and potato bastard." I greeted.

"Aw! Fratello! That's mean!" Feliciano whined.

"Don't care. I didn't want to go to this fucking school but I had to." I huffed and crossed my arms.

"Sowwy!!"

"Feliciano. We should be going. Nice to meet you, I think?" The potato bastard said and lead away my brother. What a dick.

*****

I walked to my locker, it was beside some Cantonese dude named Leon. We spoke for a few minutes, mostly about how stupid school was, and then we headed for our classes. He was a year younger than me and was in Feliciano's class. As soon as I walked into my class I felt my heart stop for a moment. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" I yelled at my 'teacher' named Rome.

"Ah! Hello Lovino! I'm your teacher!" He chirped.

"No way in hell! Die old man!" I yelled and was about to leave when he grabbed my shirt.

"Nope. I'll give you detention and then you'll have to spend time with me even more."

"You're as perverted as that Frenchman I met this morning." I mumbled.

"Hey! I'm right here!" The frenchie yelled.

I looked over and saw the three of them, two of them trying not to laugh. "Oh. So you are. Hello perverted fucker." I greeted.

"Lovino. Be nice and make friends." Grandpa scolded.

"I made a friend. Its called myself."

"A real one. Now go sit down." He demanded.

I groaned and sat in the only empty seat left, which was right in front of the Spaniard. "Hola amigo!" He greeted. I ignored him. "Hellooo. I know you can hear me." He said. Ignored. He just started to poke my back and neck.

"Ugh! Fine! What the fuck do you want??" I asked angrily.

He grinned. "I'm Antonio! You can call me Toni if you'd like."

"No way."

"Aw why?"

"Because I don't like you."

"I have the ass of a god."

"Let me se- wait. Nevermind. Ignore me."

He started to laugh. "Hahah! You're funny Lovi!" He chirped.

"Lovi??? Don't call me that! Its Lovino."

"I'm calling you Lovi."

"You bitch."

*****

All through the damn day Antonio kept following me and bugging me. I finally snapped. "What the actual fuck?? Do you need something??" I asked angrily.

"Yeah!" He said with a grin.

"And that would be?"

He leaned forward and kissed me quickly on the lips. "That. Bye Lovi!!" He said and ran off.

I was frozen in place. My face was a bright red. "That motherfucker." I muttered and started going on a rampage as I walked home.