"I win, mon ami~" Francis cooed, dragging his hand over Lovino's shoulders as he walked by him.

"What?" Lovino snapped, quickly looking over at the Frenchman, who hd just taken a seat next to him.

"Oui~ I told you that little Feliciano would date that new brute of a friend of his~"

"Your lying!" Lovino growled, demanding to see proof. Francis nodded, pulling out his phone and going to his pictures. He held it up to the firey Italian, smirking as it was yanked out of his hands. Lovino glared at the phone, hell bent on breaking it as a picture of his younger brother kissing his new german 'boyfriend' on the lips appeared on the screen.

"Fuck!" Lovino cursed loudly, slamming his head on the lunch table and covered his head with his hands as he dropped the phone. Francis chuckled, rubbing his back in small slow circles and moving closer.

"And don't worry~ I already signed us up for our classes~" He spoke softly before standing up and walking away.

"Oh, and do dress appropiately~" He added over his shoulder, smirking "The place is called 'Estudio de danza amorosa'~ you might want to look that up" He waved goodbye, walking out of the door as Lovino cursed loudly again.

"Better not be a fucking pole dancing class..." Lovino grumbled, lifting his head up slightly.

SO SHORT! Ugh...I uploaded this because I wanted some feed back before I continue. It is going to be a story of Spain X Romano, one being the dance instuctor and the other being the dancer. Title sucks for something serious but this is ment to be humorous an romantic.

R&R PLEASE!