Disclaimer: I don't own anything, besides the OCs I made up. Though I would like England… Hmm… XD
Warning: Yaoi. Lots of it. The couples are: *RuPru (Russia/Prussia), GerIta (Germany/Italy), *Spamano, *Franada (France/Canada), NiChu (Japan/China), USUK(America/England), KoHo(Korea/Hong Kong), and slight mentions of other various pairings.
* = the main couple(s).
Author's Note: Yes, I did make Gilbert be the younger one, instead of Ludwig being little. Shoot me down to the death, but I don't care, the idea doesn't strike me of Gilbert being older in AUs (the idea in the actual fandom makes sense) because he's just so… immature. So immature it always makes me think he's younger. XD I think I OOC-ed Ivan too much. I made him sort of clingy, because of his storyline with Gilbert. So it explains why I made him that way in future chapters. And I read this fic and saw that Lovino and Matthew were friends. They had a wonderful reason behind it too, but I can't remember what it is. /shot/ So that's why they're friends. Because I could see it. Alright, enough of this rambling, let's get on with the story!

For Jenny.

*~O~*

"Honestly, Lovino," Matthew Williams said in his small voice. "Just ask him out." Lovino glares at his friend and sighed, looking over his shoulder.

"Honestly, Matt," He said, mocking the poor boy, "I won't. You know how I am with this sort of thing. You know how he is too." Matthew sighed as well.

"I want to ask someone else out over there too, so I guess, if you want, we could ask them out together, so we're not alone." Like that'll work, Lovino thinks, it's the Bad Touch Trio. They never keep relationships – and if they do, they don't keep them healthy ones. Lovino has dated a BTT-member, the short Prussian albino he'd like to name Gilbert. Though Gilbert was nice and all, he was perverted as could be, and a slut at that. Well… Lovino thought. …Not a slut… A whore! That's the word!

Sadly, Lovino's somewhat "perfect relationship" with him when Lovi found out by his brother (who found out by Ludwig – Gilbert's older brother) that he had been cheating on Lovi with Roderich Edelstein, an Austrian man who had an annoying cowlick and a small mole on his face. The part that shocked Lovino was when he dumped Gilbert, Gilbert dumped Roderich and went after the poor Austrian's Hungarian ex-girlfriend, Elizabeta.

Lovino never happened what happened to Roderich afterwards; he thought he remembered hearing Ludwig mentioned "he moved to Europe and met another boy" whenever he was yelling at the Prussian (that was a bad day to be at the Beilschmidt household with fratello, Lovi notes). So he really had no idea what was going on with the Austrian's life. Lovino snickered as he looked over at Gilbert, clinging onto Elizabeta. Out of all the people he's been with, he's been with Liz the longest, and the strongest. Though something's off about Liz, Lovino thought, how is she still with Gilbert?

"Lovino?" Matthew called, glancing over at the blonde by the water fountain – the 'Bad Touch Trio' hangout, Matt thought to himself.

Lovino continued to watch them as well. Their hangout… Where Elizabeta, Gilbert, Francis Bonnefoy (a Frenchman with a slight beard – who was also the blonde Matt was staring at, blushing like a tomato; Lovino hits Matt's head) and… He hesitated mentally for a second and blushed (and of course, the tables have turned; Matt hits Lovi back).

Antonio Carriedo was the last member of the Bad Touch Trio. Even though Francis was the tallest, Antonio ran second, and he almost could've been first. (Gilbert's a shortie – Lovino added, snickering.) Antonio was a Spaniard, he had the tan skin to prove it; he was not really a dick as far as I could tell.

"Lovino!" Matthew yelled. "Come on, let's go do this before I back out!" The poor Canadian trembled, clutching onto his stuffed (stupid) polar bear plush (Kumajiro, he called it) tightly.

"Fine." Lovino said, suddenly growing a little nervous – not like he'd show it though. "Just put the bear in your backpack."

After Matthew put Kumajiro back in his bag, the two boys ventured off towards the water fountain. As the two walked over, Antonio looked up and saw Lovino walking towards him. He smiled mentally; he had caught the poor Italian looking at him early anyway.

"Hey dickheads." Lovino stated, and Matthew punched his arm.

"Uh…" Gilbert began to say. "What the hell do you want from the awesome me?"

"It doesn't involve you, Gilbert." Lovino hissed and the two turned to the other two males sitting on the fountain.

"We just wanted to know—" Both of them (who were saying those words at the same time) stopped abruptly when they both look at their crushes.

"Uh… if we had any homework in Mrs. Constantino's history class!" Matthew spitted out as fast as his brain could think it and process it (which was pretty fast – that boy was smart, and apparently he's a good liar as well. Though, bad idea asking if they remember, Mattie, Lovino thinks, they don't even pay attention.)

"I don't think so, mon ami~" Francis responded with that accent of his.

"Oh, merci!" Matt said, and blushes when he noticed he spoke French. Lovino doesn't know whether or not to facepalm or congratulate Matthew for probably impressing his crush. Francis smiles at the Canadian.

"Then that's all, we'll get going then." Lovino deadpanned and scowls slightly, grabbing Matthew's hand.

They started to walk back when Lovino heard, "Hey Vargas!" He didn't move; he knew it was Antonio's voice. "I think we have some homework in Mrs. Braginskaya's class though." Lovino stayed perfectly still.

"Grazie…"

"De nada, Lovi~" He winked (though Lovino couldn't tell) and watched them walk off.

~o~

"Well that was useless!" Lovino whisper-shouted.

"Sorry! We both kind of stopped talking so I had to come up with something; you obviously weren't!" Matthew replied, sighing and walking back inside to Lovino's locker.

"I know. One day though…" The bell rings. "Oh, I've got to get to Mrs. Karpusi's class before she goes on a rant about how 'cats are never late'." He said, glad Heracles was passing by (arguing with Sadiq Adnan – of course they would, Lovino thought. It was probably about something stupid too, they are the only couple that do that would actually get into a fistfight and still seem to love each other while hitting the shit out of each other) to get reminded of what was going on in school again – the whole thing spun him in a circle, it seems.

"Alright, I have to get to your grandpa's – oops, I meant 'Mr. Vargas's'– class anyway. Later." He said, waving and walking off to his English class. Lovino walked off to Mrs. Karpusi's science class, his face feeling like it was as red as a tomato (from thinking of a certain Spaniard, thank you very much.)