So I put the translations for what I thought needed them right next to the words. Sorry if my grammar is off in any language, please feel free to correct me. Comments and helpful critics are welcome.

Warning: This fanfiction contains cursing (we can all guess who from) and will only get worse. It also contains FrUK and other shippings as the story advances, so beware.

Disclaimer: If Hetalia was mine do you seriously think I'd be sitting here writing fanfic about it?

Chapter 1: Mario Kart

The empty classroom became silent as the other students left. A brunette remained, however, because the teacher requested 'a word' with him, as if the whole class didn't know what that meant. The teen tapped his foot impatiently waiting for the woman to begin. It was bad enough he had to be in this building during regular school hours, however the lady behind the desk seemed to have all the time in the world. She didn't seemed bothered in the slightest by the light shining in from the windows or the annoying chirping of birds resonating through the walls.

After what felt like a life-time to the teen, the teacher finally began to speak. "If you want to pass this class, you're going to need a tutor." Lovino began to glare at the woman before she continued, "I already asked someone to help you, and he's fluent." She handed him a piece of paper folded in half. He said nothing, only briefly stared daggers at the teacher before heading for the door. "And Lovino, play nice. You don't want to scare him off now, do you?"

After leaving, the Italian unfolded the note; it read Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. It also contained the teen's cell phone and dorm number. Lovino rolled his eyes, took out his phone, and dialed the number.

"Hello?"

"Hola, this Antonio, who's this?"

"Lovino. My teacher, Mrs. Franco, said you agreed to be my tutor."

"Ah sí, we can start anytime you want."

"Whatever works for you is fine with me, but the sooner the better."

Hmm, his voice sounds familiar.

"Now works. We can meet by the tomato garden; you know where that is right?"

"Yeah."

I know I know it from somewhere...

"Bueno, hasta luego"

"What?" Lovino asked, confused because he wasn't paying attention to what the guy on the phone was actually saying.

"I'll be there soon. Ciao."

The brunette had already been walking to the tomato garden; it being his favorite hangout spot. He had a slight obsession with tomatoes; they were his all-time favorite snack. When he reached his destination, he sat down on the soft grass as he waited for his tutor to arrive.

A few minutes later, a tanned, Spanish teen was in visible distance of the garden, turning his head as if scanning the area. Once he spotted Lovino, a smile broke out on his face. The brunette was instantly captivated by the male's visage; he had chocolate brown hair, striking green eyes, near perfect complexion, and a semi-sharp nose. Even though he was wearing the same uniform as Lovino, the way he wore made him look like a model. The Spaniard had his shirt half unbuttoned to reveal his smooth, toned chest and his hair bounced as he walked in-what the Italian felt was slow motion-almost as if no matter how much he walked towards him, he'd never reach his destination.

Maybe getting a tutor wasn't such a bad thing, especially since it's him.

"Buenas tardes, me llamo Antonio."

"Hmmm?" Lovino asked, breaking back into reality.

"You didn't understand that?"

"If I understood, what the fuck would I need you for? You probably said your name or some shit, but I only got that because I know your name."

"No comprendes español?"

"What the hell? If I didn't understand you the first time, why the fuck would more Spanish make sense? The fuck did you think was going to happen? Oh, now that you said more fucked up words in your fucking language I magically understand it?" Antonio looked at the confused teen before releasing a slight chuckle.

"We should probably start from the beginning then. What words do you know?"

"None."

"At all?"

"The fuck did I just say? That's what none means right? Or do you speak so much Spanish that you forgot English?"

"Then I'll start with hi, hola. Now you try."

"I know hola, bastard!"

"Well, I just assumed that when you said you didn't know any Spanish, that you didn't understand anything."

"I don't, but I'm not a complete idiot. I've been in the class for at least a month now."

"Ok... um. I think what would be easier is if I helped you with your homework. That way I can see what you're learning and what you need to learn. I can help you on Mondays and Wednesdays for sure and I might be able to help you on Fridays and Saturdays if I don't have plans that particular week. I can't do Tuesdays and Thursdays because I have soccer. Unless you're okay with starting at 7 or 8 at night."

"Whatever," Lovino said, trying to 'play nice' instead of commenting on how he didn't need to know Antonio's life story.

"Since today is Friday, it would be safe to say that I can meet you again on Tuesday. If you need me for anything, don't be afraid to call or stop by."

"Mmmhmm."

"Great, I'll-" Antonio was cut off by Pitbull's song, International Love. He looked at the phone and quickly said bye before rushing off to answer the call.

~POV Switch. Antonio's POV.~

Antonio watched the teen collect his belongings as he reluctantly answered his phone.

"What?" Antonio asked, slightly irritated.

"I wanted to know if you were done tutoring."

"I barely spent ten minutes talking to the kid. You know, you could've just texted me."

"Why do you sound so mad?"

Antonio took in a deep breath to calm himself. "I'm not mad Francis, why did you call?"

"You guys didn't believe I had a sister, so I decided it's time you met her. Hold on, I see you" Antonio turned to see a Frenchman waving at him no less than twenty paces away. He hung up his phone and ambled towards his friends.

"So, I've finally decided to introduce you guys to her, but she's really shy, so don't step out of line," the teen warned, looking at his albino companion.

"Are you seriously saying that? Francis? You of all people? If I had a sister you'd be in bed with her before you even said hello, in fact, the only reason you haven't slept with Ludwig is because he scares you," Gilbert explained, eyeing Francis.

"Fine," he sighed. "Just don't be too weird around her."

The trio went to their dorm to drop off their backpacks before heading over to the girls' building.

When Francis knocked on the door, they were greeted by a girl with long blond hair that was separated into two pigtails, one on each side of her head. She resembled Francis a bit, except for her eyes. They changed from a light blue to lavender, depending on the lighting.

"Salut Mattie," Francis greeted when his sister opened the door. "These are my friends, Gilbert and Antonio." The French teen gestured towards the two other people standing next to him. "Can we come in?"

"Sure," She replied, stepping back to grant them entrance into the dorm. After they walked past her, she locked the door and got a bowl of popcorn from the kitchen. She placed it on the small table in the middle of the room and sat down between a boy with auburn hair and a curl and an English teen with extremely large eyebrows. "These are my friends, Lovino and Arthur. My roommates are out with their boyfriends so it's just us. We're playing Mario Kart if you want to join. Fair warning, Lovino has never lost playing this game, at least not with us."

The Spaniard stared at Lovino for a moment, turning away when the other looked at him. He couldn't help but admire how cute he was. When the Italian started blushing only one thought came to Antonio's mind: he looks like a tomato. Lovino turned back to his game.

"Idiota! Why would you choose rainbow road?"

"Why? Are you scared?" Arthur teased.

"No, this is my favorite course. Prepare to die mofo."

"No way. It's impossible for you to win. Statistically speaking, you have to lose sometime, and that time is now."

"Isn't it funny how you're the magician, but I'm the one who can do the impossible."

"Hi, Lovi," Antonio interjected.

"Don't call me that," Lovino demanded, turning away from the game, but somehow still playing as if he could still see the TV screen.

"But it's such a cute name, and it suits you perfectly," Antonio smiled, taking the seat next to him. After Lovino won the race and was awarded with the first place trophy, Mattie got up to hand out controllers to everyone else. Gilbert, Francis, Antonio, and Mattie all got to use the Wii remotes while Lovino and Arthur switched to their respective Nintendo DS' and connected over Wi-Fi.

"Prepare yourself for failure Lovino. The only reason I lost before is because I don't really play on the Wii, I can surely beat you this time!" the English teen grinned.

"It doesn't matter who wins, as long as we have fun," Mattie said, in an effort to calm Arthur down, to no avail.

"You only say that because you always come in bloody second! What person goes, 'I lost the game, but I had fun anyway, so I'm a winner'? Someone on drugs, that's who! The entire point of a game is to win. It's even worse when the winner says it. When you hear it you're just like 'I'm so glad that you not only beat me, but don't care who the winner is. I'm so happy you had fun, even though it wasn't your intention to crush me!' If it doesn't matter then stop bloody sending me back to tenth place with those fiendish red shells!"

~POV Switch. Lovino's POV.~

Lovino couldn't focus on the game anymore. All he could look at was Antonio. They were so close to each other their shoulders would brush up against the other when either shifted in their seats in the slightest. Eventually, the Italian started using the screen of his DS to reflect Antonio's enticingly green eyes, making a course that was normally a piece of cake, impossible. He ended up driving into cars, going up the down escalators, missing the boxes, and eventually getting stuck at a wall. Antonio won.

"You let him win!" The angry Briton exclaimed.

'I didn't let him win, the sexy bastard distracted me with those heavenly eyes of his!' was what Lovino almost yelled before he got some sense and said, "I threw the game so you could win, but you suck too much."

"So does this mean Antonio gets the prize?" Mattie asked excitedly.

"What are you talking about?"

"You said if anyone beat you would be nice to them for a day, no cursing."

"I never said that!"

"On the contrary! You did and I have you on tape. It was the reason we ever started playing this infernal game," Arthur interjected.

"You recorded me you bastard? Who the fuck does that?"

"Well, there you have it Antonio, whatever day you choose. Lovino here can't curse AND has to be nice to you."

"Lovi can't possibly curse enough for that to be an issue," Francis interjected naively.

"Shut your fucking face! Nobody asked you, you shithead."

Francis looked over to Mattie. "Est-ce qu'il est toujours comme ҫa? (Is he always like this?)"

Mattie nodded slowly in response.

"He said that before Antonio was here, so does it even count for him?" Francis asked innocently, but in all honesty that question was as harmless as the assassination of the Austrian Archduke Franz Ferdinand.

Arthur glared at Francis angrily. "He said anyone. He never specified whether they knew about it or not."

"Mais, neither did you mon cher."

"It's not about me!"

"You sure make it out to be."

"The point is he lost, so he must pay."

"You don't have to pay every time you lose. Then again, the fine would be much too high for you to pay."

"I don't lose that often you fucking frog!"

Francis shrugged. "I suppose if I was your debt collector, I could take another form of payment."

Lovino was too busy staring at Antonio to hear the rest of Francis and Arthur's argument. Antonio didn't notice however because he, like everyone else had gotten up to stop Arthur from tackling the blond teen. Eventually, Mattie finally got everyone to calm down; she had a way to make fighting seem useless-that is, when anybody noticed her.

A whole day, thought Lovino, oblivious to the commotion around him, 24 hours, 1,440 minutes, 86,400 seconds. That's practically forever!