I love Romerica! There's just not enough of it, so I wrote this. It's most likely going to be a series of connecting almost-drabbles, primarily for my own amusement. If you want seriously-good Romerica, go to the genius Coffee-Flavored Fate.

Disclaimer: Hidekaz Himaruya owns Hetalia, not me.

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Antonio pulled into the parking lot and got out of his car. He looked up at the building in front of him and was swamped by a sea of memories. Painting wacky designs all over the walls with Francis and Gilbert, and the subsequent meeting in the principal's office featured prominently among them. Mostly, however, he thought of his cute little tomato, Lovi. A year was a long time to go without seeing his blushing, frowning, adorable face.

"'Tonio!" a voice called, and the brunet looked over to see Francis striding over, a grin on his face. "So Spain got boring, huh, and you had to come back to lame old high school? But I understand. How could you keep away from this?" the blond smirked, gesturing to himself.

Antonio just laughed. "I missed you too, Francis," he answered, "And we have to hang out later, si? I just wanted to see Lovi, first…" He looked at his former, and now current, high school. The Spanish boy was so excited that he almost missed Francis cringe. "Er, yes," the French teen started. "About cher Lovino…There's a problem."

The green-eyed brunet looked at him, puzzled. "Problem?"

"Well," Francis started, before being cut off by someone honking their horn obnoxiously. They both looked over, and then the blond sighed in exasperation. "That problem."

The two high school seniors watched as a blond boy got out of his car and approached the school building, calling up to an open window on the second floor, "Hey! Lovino!" Antonio jolted and stared up at the window. Sure enough, a slim brunet came into view. The Spaniard would have recognized him from the scowl alone.

"What the hell is your problem, bastard?" the boy shouted down at the blond below. "Haha, nothing!" the blond boy in the aviator's jacket called back. "Just wanted to get your attention!" Lovino put his hands on his hips and his scowl got fiercer, belying the slight blush on his face. "Well now you have it, bastardo. What do you want?"

The blond just grinned. "Come to lunch with me?"

Lovino blinked in surprise and lost his disgruntled expression. "What, now?"

"Of course!"

"I'm in study hall!"

"Skip!"

"What? Why should I?"

"Because I miss you, Lovi~" the blond whined.

Blushing fiercely now, the boy in the window answered, "You saw me this morning, idiot!"

"I know! That was a whole three hours ago! I miss you!"

The two boys watching the exuberant exchange could almost feel the heat of Lovino's blushing face from where they were standing, as the brunet sputtered in a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "Argh! Fine!" he finally spat out. "But you're paying, bastardo!"

The blond just laughed. "Fine!" he called back.

"And no McDonald's!" With that, the brunet disappeared from the window. Neither seemed to care what people may have thought of the shouted exchange they just had, but surprisingly, not many people were even staring. It was as if this kind of display was commonplace.

In shock, Antonio turned to Francis, who also seemed unsurprised. "Who-," the Spanish boy started, before words seemed to fail him. Francis understood what he meant. "That," the blond boy answered, "Was Alfred F. Jones. Also known as your problem."