A/N: This chapter is in Lovino-baby's point of view. Please enjoy.

Chapter – Friends.

I watched as Alfred quickly exited the room, what seemed to be a smile on his face. I knew better though. I knew he was just clenching his teeth to keep from crying. I noticed how his hands were balled up into a fist. I couldn't stop myself from looking worried. I frowned and took my phone out. I wanted to make sure he was okay. I knew how upset he was. I knew how much their words affected him, especially England's. England was the one that raised him, so he always felt like he had to prove himself to him. I understood him all too well. But I'm getting better. He helped me get better so I have to help him too, you know? I decided to text him.

To: Bestie :))
09:38
Are you okay? Are you coming back to the meeting?

I waited a moment before receiving a text.

From: Bestie :))
09:38
Nah i dont think so. Can u take notes for me and maybe come over later?

I sighed, they must've really gotten to him. I texted back a quick 'yes' before taking out my laptop. I decided that I should start paying attention to the presentation that stupid Tea Bastard was giving.

...

Finally, the meeting had ended. Knowing Al, he probably went to the bathroom and then went home after I texted him. I decided that I'd take my car there. Veneziano went to the meeting with Germany and Spain went with that stupid Frenchman. Good riddance to both of them. Don't get me wrong, I love Veneziano; he's my brother. I just have a hard time accepting him as family. When we were younger, he was favored over me. Even Spain, who everyone seems to think I'm dating, favored him over me. They still do. Plus, it's not like the feelings aren't mutual. Veneziano cares more about that German bastard than me. The only one who actually cares for me was Alfred. He helped get rid of all that hatred in my heart by being my friend. As we got closer, I got to know him more too. He knows more than anyone how I feel.

I sigh as I make a turn at the light. The radio was playing some stupid song about either drugs or money. I couldn't even tell what they were saying. I just turned off the radio. Silence filled the car and there was a small ringing in my ears. You know when it's too quiet and your ears start ringing a bit? That's what it was like. I hated that sound. The sound of silence. You know, it's pretty ironic. Silence means that there is absolutely no sound whatsoever, but it has its own sound. An annoying ringing sound, as if it was mocking you. Unable to endure it, I attached my iPhone to the auxiliary cord and began to Gorillaz. Alfred had introduced me to them back when they first came out. It was different for the music I normally listened to but I liked it. Actually, I like English music. Maybe even more so that Italian music.

Ah. I shouldn't be getting lost in thought while driving.

...

After driving for a while, I found myself pulling into Alfred's drive way. His house was pretty small. Not what you'd expect from him. It was only one story and almost like a log cabin. Al always liked houses like that. You know, houses with a natural feel towards them. He says they always make him feel comfortable and safe. I walked up to his front door and unlocked the door using the key he had given me. Yes, we have the keys to each other's' houses. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. I removed my shoes and placed them on the rack right by the door. Alfred hated when people wore shoes inside the house. I hung up my jacket in the coat closet and proceeded forward.

"Al?" I called out. I heard a feint voice call out to me from the living room.

"In here," he called back. I followed the voice and saw Al on the floor in front of his fireplace. It was always so cozy and warm whenever I came over. I sat down on the floor next to him.

"What happened today? Usually you don't let it get to you," I said softly, pulling my knees into my chest and leaning my head on them sideways. He let out a sigh and looked up at the ceiling, resting his arms on his knees.

"I don't know; I've just been down lately. It just seems everything it wrong. It feels like I shouldn't be here but I don't want to go anyway, Lovi," he frowned, his eyebrows creasing. I hated seeing him like that. Knowing that my friend was in pain and I haven't done anything yet pained me. I did the only thing I could do and reached over. I pulled him into a hug, burying my face into his neck.

"You don't have to disappear," I said softly. "And you shouldn't keep everything bottled up to yourself. You taught me that. Please Al, please whenever you're sad tell me what's wrong and I'll listen...

Because I'm you friend and I care about you…"

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long! I was really busy and then I didn't have any motivation. I've read my previous chapter and noticed the amount of typos my lord. I'll fix that soon so don't worry! If you find any typos at all, please tell me in the reviews.