Lovino huffed.

He had just finished unpacking his things, and was completely, utterly, entirely exhausted. He didn't even have that much to unpack, but with the blazing summer sun beaming in through the curtain-less windows, and the fact that this room hadn't been cleaned in a while, it had taken a lot more time and effort than he had anticipated. No doubt his idiot of a brother was done already; he had a knack for cleaning and other shit like that.

Lovino Romano Vargas and his brother Feliciano had been accepted (or dragged, in his case) into an art exchange program for the summer. Feliciano had submitted his rough architectural designs in without him knowing, along with his own paintings. So when he received his own acceptance letter into the program, he was shocked that he received one, furious that the idiot had sent his rough sketches to a formal viewing, and maybe a little flattered that they thought they were decent enough to look at further.

Only a little, damnit. Like, a miniscule fraction.

So after chasing his dumbass brother around their villa in Italy, ignoring his grandfather's pleas to just calm down and assurances that this was great news, while his younger fratello ran away shrieking like a girl and wailing that he was sorry and he just didn't want to be there all alone. So that was how he found himself plopped down in the middle of hot-as-balls Spain, where he would remain until September when the program ended. He groaned. If it was already this hot in June, how hot would it get in August? Damn it. At least his home in Italy had curtains and shade.

Italy: 1. Spain: Fucking 0.

But he had to admit, the landscape here was kind of nice. And…he had gotten a few ideas from looking at the rustic and simple, yet somehow still beautiful buildings he had passed by on his way to the dormitories. But Italy still trumped it by far.

So no, this wasn't how he planned to spend his first summer out of high school. But he figured that since he was here, he may as well get something out of it.

-Lovino-

He was considering whether or not to just pass out on his bed when a loud 'THUD' and a squeak was heard. Sweet Maria on a fucking cracker, what now?

He stomped over to the front door, swinging it open. He was met with a pair of purple (?) eyes and a scrawny teen laying on the floor. Surrounding him were a bunch of tubes and supplies, all of which seemed to have fallen out of the lonely cardboard box in front of him. His inner self told him to just close the damn door and take a fucking nap, but his damn conscience brought him forward to help pick up all of his stuff. The blonde smiled.

"Oh, thank you so much! One of my drafts fell out of the box and I tripped on it…."

Lovino raised an eyebrow.

"It's fine, I guess. Are you my neighbor or something?"

Well done, Lovino. Way to show off that stellar fucking personality. Matthew just nodded.

"I am. My name's Matthew Williams, by the way."

"Lovino Vargas. Nice to meet you."

"Well, Lovino, would you like to come inside my room for a bit? I bought some ice cream and snacks, because I'm expecting my brother. But there's more than enough for you, too!"

Lovino cursed his fucking conscience for getting him into this mess and farther from his bed. But this guy seemed nice enough, and it was pretty damn hot…

"Sure. Why not?"

-Lovino-

This was a fucking awful idea.

While Matthew was a pretty calm and quiet illustration student, his older brother Alfred was the total opposite; a loud, brash, inconsiderate asswipe studying graphic design. Matthew seemed to be fairly practiced in tuning him out, and Lovino had experience with it as well, having to learn how to ignore his brother's annoying-as-fuck verbal tick ("Ve~"), lest he punch him in the face whenever he said it. And he said it a lot.

Ha! Take that Nonno! He did not need to speak to a fucking anger-management counselor, fuck you very much!

Well, maybe a little.

Whatever! Anyway, neither of them were paying attention to what he was saying, and yet he continued to speak, obviously not giving a damn.

"It's so hot here, right? I mean, it's super-hot. Not as hot as this English dude I bumped into, though. He was hot, but his eyebrows were enormous. But now that I think about it, he was more cute than hot-"

Matthew just nodded, letting Alfred continue rumbling on about this British fucker, the heat, and the lack of McDonalds. Idiot.

"So, what are you studying?"

"Um. Architecture."
"Really? That's interesting. Do you think I could see some of your stuff soon?"

He blinked. Who exactly was this guy? It was like he was so nice that even he couldn't cuss him out. And he cussed out everybody. So all he could do was mumble something that sounded like a 'maybe' instead of a 'hell no', and promptly got his groove back when Alfred threw an arm around both of their shoulders, saying how 'awesome it was that Mattie was finally bonding with someone'. Matthew squeaked in embarrassment, and Lovino back-kicked the loud asshole in the gut for getting too far into his personal space, swearing in three languages, fluently. Alfred just laughed from his spot on the floor.

Idiot.

-Lovino-