A/N: OK, now, I decided to add this extra after I, myself, watch the match between England and Italy. Yes, it was late so, sorry. Anyway, I hope you will like it, somehow and sorry for the errors.

Extra: The Victory of Italy

"Yay~! We finally won against England, ve~!"

"Hah! Take that, Eyebrows!"

The Vargas Brothers wrapped their arms around each other's shoulders as they rejoiced their victory against England in the FIFA World Cup, with the score of 2-1.

While rejoicing, England's star player, Arthur "Eyebrows" Kirkland, was on his knees while punching the ground with his own fists. He had never thought he had lost against those cowards (again?). His eyes burning with rage glared at the Vargas Brothers once his "nickname" was called.

"You bloody idiots!" he cursed. "I swear, for the next four years, if we ever get to fight again, we are going to win against you gits!"

"Yeah, like hell that'll happen again!" Lovino stuck his tongue out, while his little brother, Feliciano, simply muttered, "Ve~!"

"Why you little-!" Arthur was about to punch the hell out of the Italian brothers but, he was stopped by one of his teammates.

"Calm down now, Artie," said his teammate. "Keep your cool, OK?"

"Tch! Fine!" Arthur lightly punched the head of his teammate. "Just don't call me, 'Artie'."

"Why not? That player from Team USA calls you 'Artie'!"

"Shut up! Just leave that idiot be!"

Arthur's face turned pink from hearing that. He knew very well who his teammate is talking about. It's that certain player from Team USA who calls himself the "Hero". Arthur shook his head, trying to forget his thoughts about that American player.

When both teams reached their locker rooms, Team Italy had a little conversation about their plans for the celebration.

"Why don't we go to some bar, drink some wine, and hit on some ladies~?" said one of their teammates.

"Sì, sì! I agree!" said another teammate as he faced Feliciano. "What about you, Feli? Are you coming with us?"

"Sì! I would be happy, too, ve~!" Feliciano gave a wide smile as he looked at his brother. "What about you, fratello? Are you coming with us?"

"Huh?" Lovino stopped while he was looking for his jacket in his bag. "I'll pass for today."

Everyone's eyes became wide from Lovino's answer. Lovino then, in turn, looked at them with a confused expression. He then sighed as he wore his jacket.

"I mean it," said Lovino. "I ain't gonna come with you guys today so, I'll pass!"

"Come on, Lovino!" said his teammate. "It's wine and hot ladies! You can't say 'no' to that!"

"Yeah, he's right!" agreed another teammate.

"What is the matter, Big Brother?" asked Feliciano. "You always go excited about the ladies, you know~!"

"It's none of your damn business, damn it!" Lovino stood up angrily as he adjusted the strap of his shoulder bag. "Just hurry up and let's go home!"

Everyone looked disappointed from hearing Lovino's reply. They have never thought that Lovino, of all Italian people, would say "no" to wine and ladies all because of a reason that they must not know. Everyone became silent as they all went home.

"Hey, Big Brother~!" Feliciano approached his brother and patted him on his shoulder. "Please, tell me why you're not coming with us!"

"I told you, it's none of your damn business!" Lovino looked away as he increased his pace.

Feliciano was left somehow speechless as Lovino kept on walking, leaving his little brother with his teammates who are going to celebrate in a bar they just spotted on their way home. Feliciano and the rest of Team Italy simply went inside the bar, leaving Lovino walking on the somehow cold streets.

Lovino reached for his phone as he heard it ringing inside his bag. He was riding on a taxi on his way home. Lovino then, noticed that someone was calling for him. Looking at the name of the caller, Lovino looked annoyed but, answered it, anyway.

"What the hell is it?" Lovino putted his phone at his ear as he sounded annoyed.

"Geez~! Is that how you talk to someone at the phone, Lovi~?"

"Just shut the hell up!"

The caller was Lovino's close friend, Antonio Carriedo Hernandez, a fellow soccer player who is from Team Spain. Although he is a good soccer player, Antonio and his team lost against the Netherlands yesterday, with the huge 4-score gap, 5-1. Antonio became depressed during that time but, after Lovino supported him all the way, Antonio became happy and promised Lovino that he will support him to in his match against England. Antonio was also the one who told Lovino not to lose against Arthur Kirkland.

"Aw, don't be like that, Lovi~!"

"Shut up!"

A laugh was then, heard at the other end as Antonio continued. "You really haven't change at all."

"Yeah, right. Just tell me what you want!"

"Sí, sí. How many minutes do you think you'll arrive here?"

"Just another 15 damn minutes, OK?"

"Sí, señor!"

After a beep, Antonio finally hung up. Lovino pressed "End Call" and closed his phone. He sighed as he looked at the street lights and the people walking around. The scenery was like any other typical night scene at the streets, with the street lights turned on. The foul-mouthed Italian found himself smiling while looking at the streets through the window. He slapped his own face while covering his mouth.

"Why the hell am I smiling like an idiota!?" His faced turned lightly red until finally, the taxi stopped right in front of a well-lighted house.

The house is like any other typical house. Through the windows, one can see that the lights inside were turned on. Lovino stared at his own house for a short time before entering. As he reached the doorway, he was about to ring the doorbell until suddenly, the door opened by itself. Lovino was startled, thinking that it must have been the wind. Well, that's what he thought before seeing a Spanish guy smiling widely at him.

"¡Bienvenido a casa, Lovi!" Antonio greeted him at the doorway. "Come in, come in!"

Lovino was annoyed and surprised at the same time. One was because the so-called "Spanish bastardo" almost scared him and the other was the sudden greeting of that bastardo. Before he knew it, right in front of Lovino, was a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. What surprised the Italian the most was the sight of a chocolate cake, with the flag of Italy decorated with icing. The words, "Congratulazioni!", which mean "Congratulations!" in Italian, were written on the flag.

"This is my way to congratulate you on your match against England!" Antonio beamed a smile as he made Lovino sit in front of the couch.

Just as Lovino sat on the couch, he finally noticed the mess Antonio made on the couch. Traces of popcorn were found and four small flags of Italy. Now that he think about it, Antonio's voice was somewhat hoarse. It was probably because Antonio kept on cheering and shouting for Team Italy, that his voice was almost gone. Lovino couldn't believe that Antonio supported him that much.

"¡Felicitaciones, Lovi!" Antonio patted Lovino's head and tousled his hair lightly.

Lovino felt dazed as Antonio's hand moved through his hair. It's been a long time when his hair was tousled by that same hand. It's also been a long time he have felt this way. This somehow nostalgic and nice feeling of getting tousled at the hair. He couldn't help but feel somewhat grateful but, he shook his head and snapped his thoughts. Back to reality he was, Lovino slapped Antonio's hand away.

"Tch! Shut up!" Lovino looked away, as he face slowly reddened. "I mean, it's just by chance that we won against those idiotas, especially Eyebrows."

"Oh! Good to hear that!"

"But still..."

Lovino's heart started to beat fast as he tried to say what he truly wants to say to Antonio. This weird feeling he was feeling from that moment was strange. He gripped his chest and faced Antonio.

"Grazie...bastardo!"

Antonio became surprised after hearing Lovino thanking him. He has once again heard those very words from the foul-mouthed Italian himself. Lovino attempted to talk back but, Antonio chuckled to himself and embraced Lovino in his arms, patting Lovino's head.

"De nada." Antonio then, brushed back Lovino's bangs and kissed him at the forehead. Lovino, in turn, blushed as his curl formed a shape of a heart.

"Tch!" Lovino's face turned bright red after Antonio kissed him. The Spaniard's action was so sudden that Lovino didn't even expect it at the very least.

"You look like a tomate, Lovi~."

"Shut up!"

A/N: I hope you liked this extra, guys! Sorry if it got late! I had a hectic schedule so, yeah...Anyway, here are the translations.

Italian
Sì, sì! - Yes, yes!
fratello - Brother
idiota - idiot
bastardo - bastard
Congratulazioni! - Congratulations!
Grazie...bastardo! - Thanks...bastard!

Spanish
Sí, sí. - Yes, yes.
Sí, señor! - Yes, sir!
¡Bienvenido a casa, Lovi! - Welcome home, Lovi!
¡Felicitaciones, Lovi! - Congratulations, Lovi!
De nada. - Your welcome.