Arthur's POV:

I was sitting in the student council room. Michelle had run off to do her own thing, as did Feliks, Toris, and Eduard. I sighed heavily as I looked down at all the papers in front of me. If Alfred were here... he'd cheer me on as I did my work.. and time would somehow go faster.. I had a small smile on my face, remembering those days. I then frowned and shook my head. I shouldn't have gotten myself all worked up. The past was the past. There was no changing it. Only moving forward. I sighed and continued to work on the student council papers when I heard a knock on the door. I glanced at the clock. It was 9 o'clock PM. "Who would be here this late?" He wondered as he stood up, making his way towards the door. I got to the door and opened it slightly. My eyes widened. "A-Alfred?!"

Alfred stood at the door and looked at me. "Arthur. We need to talk." He said, forcing his way into the room.

I gawked at him. "What? There's nothing to talk about! Now leave!" I ordered.

He looked at me and scoffed. He made his way over to me and grabbed my wrists, pinning them behind me. "I'm serious." He stated.

I frowned and moved my face away from him. "Fine. Talk." I spat.

He sighed in annoyance before looking into my eyes. "I never meant to kiss that girl. I didn't want to." He told me.

I scoffed. "Yeah right! You can't lie to me you bloody wanker!" I yelled.

"Its true. It was all a misunderstanding. The girl wanted my number, but I told her no. She kept pressuring me so I made a deal with her, I'd kiss her once then she had to leave me alone and then I could meet up with you for our date. I only went to the party so I could drop off some money that I borrowed from Francis once." He explained.

My eyes widened. Had I gotten it all wrong? Was he lying? I shook my head and my eyes welled up in tears. "You're... You're lying.." I said shakily.

"I'm not. You can even ask that annoying Hungarian chick who hangs around all the gay guys." He told me, amusement at his joke in his eyes.

I sighed with a pout. I knew Elizaveta wouldn't dare lie to anyone.. so I guess that meant Alfred wasn't lying. I looked at him with half lidded eyes. "Okay.... I'm sorry... I misunderstood everything..." I apologized like the gentleman I was.

He got a huge grin on his handsome but idiotic face. "Can I.... kiss you?" He asked nervously? Seeing Alfred nervous made me giggle.

"Of course."

With that, our lips connected... as did our hearts.

*****

Lovino's POV:

I was sitting on my couch, watching a random sit-com. Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air, I thought it was? I shrugged and kept watching. I had gotten up to refill my popcorn bowl when I heard a knock at the door. Probably my brother, I presumed. I walked over and opened the door. Not one person came in, but SIX PEOPLE CAME IN! "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN ON?!" I screeched.

Matthew sweatdropped. "I.. uh.. its my fault.." He admitted.

I gasped. "No way! Mapletap.. you did.. you couldn't have.. NUUUU!!" I said dramatically.

Matthew fake cried. "I am so sorry! But your boyfriend saw me and followed me! Then he texted Gil and Gil thought you'd rape me, *cue me shooting a glare of doom at Gilbert* so he followed as well! He texted Francis, Francis texted Leon, and Leon brought Emil!" He defended.

"Its alright my knight. For tonight... WE SHALL FEAST!" I yelled and threw the entire popcorn bucket at Antonio's- BATARDO'S stupid face. "Also, HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!!" I groaned.

Emil giggled slightly at something Leon whispered to him, making Leon blush with a grin on his face. Emil looked at the TV. "Fresh Prince, eh?" He asked, a little amused.

I crossed my arms. "Yes. Will Smith is love." I stated.

"He is hot." Matthew commented, getting a pout from Gilbert.

"Aren't I hot, Birdie??" He asked.

"You're average." Matthew teased, making me snort.

Gilbert started to fake cry. "Waugh!! Its because you love Bitch-Lord over there!" He whined.

Matthew smirked. "You know it! Can't keep myself away from all that bitch!" He mused, softly kissing Gilbert's cheek. 

Gilbert grinned and nuzzled the Canadian. I stared at them and wondered what it would be like to have a boyfriend. I meant.. well I liked tomato bastard... but I didn't know if I would want to date him. It was all sorts of confusing. "Well... I guess you're all here, so I gotta fucking set up places for you to damn sleep." I groaned.

"I could sleep in your room~" Frenchie suggested with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

I involuntarily gagged and shuddered. "No. No fucking way." I stated, making him pout. I looked around. "Okay, I have a guest room, Mapletap and Frosty-The-Demon-Snowman can sleep in there. I do not want to wake up in the damn morning to see a makeout sesh." I stated.

Mapletap giggled at the nickname I gave Gilbert, whilst Gilbert shot me a playful glare. "Sounds fine to me!" They chirped.

"Okay, the couch pulls into a bed type thing, Asian Parade and Icicle and sleep there. I won't have to worry about them making out." I said to everyone.

Emil blushed as Leon whispered something seductive. "Shut it 'Asian Parade'." He said with a hiss.

Leon chuckled and stuck out his tongue. "Ew. Francis can sleep on the curb." I said.

"Oi.."

"Fine. He can sleep on the floor, I have sleeping bags." I said. I looked at Bastardo. "Sleep wherever because I have no idea where you can sleep." I said.

"Okay~!" He chirped.

I groaned. This was going to be a looong fucking night.

NO ICE ICE BABY TODAY!