Hell. That's what this week is going to be, hell.

And do you know who's fault that is? Feli's. Its his damn fault, stupid childish naive fucking Feli! Lovino never wanted to take that stupid bet! Why was he even roped into the damn thing! Sure, when it started he thought they could win, but damn wine bastard was trick and sneaky!

The elder Italian glared over at his little brother, he's never been so pissed off in his life, not even when that stupid bushy browed English boy took his tomatoes by mistake in cooking class and BURNED THEM. How the hell was he supposed to pull this off? He couldn't even refuse, Francis was careful to get really good black mail that the Frenchmen was very ready to use against him.

"Ve~ I'm so sorry fratello!" Feli whined, finally noticing the glare on his big brothers face. "I didn't mean too!" He whined in defense, bottom lip jutting out in a deep apologetic pout.

"D-Dammit, just stop that okay?!" Lovino barked, looking away, never able to handle that face. He groaned as they walked on campus. "We have to pull this off, we have no choice…don't go fucking it up!" Though Lovino was sure he was going to have just as hard a time as his sibling. 'I can't wait for this day to be fucking over.'

"V-Ve…I'll try my best…but…I don't know if I can!" He whined, getting more high pitched.

"Shut up!" Lovino hissed, they were too close to people now and Francis said he'd be watching and he would know if they didn't go through with it. "We have s-start now…" A lump grew in his throat, already spotting his friend Matthew that was waiting for him in front of the school. Feli nodded, also seeing his German and Japanese friend on the other side of the yard.

"G-Good luck fartello…"

"You too, Feli."

With that they went their separate ways, both very doomed to never live down what they were about to do.

The blond Canadian looked up as Lovino approached him, smiling ever so lightly happy to see his friend, since he didn't have many to start with.

"Hello Lovino, how are you this morning?" He spoke so softly it was sometimes hard to hear him.

But that wasn't important right now! Lovino swallowed his pride, he had spotted Francis in the crowds as he walked over to him. 'This is it…' So many reasons to dread this and number one wasn't even because of embarrassment.

"Ve~ Mattie~" He cooed, giving him a bear hug, wanting to puke from the noise he just made. "I'm just wonderful, how nice of you to ask!"

"…..?!" Matthew's violet eyes widen in shock at his friend's behavior. "O-Oh…um…" He pulled away, obviously he mistaken Lovino for his twin, had to be. When he looked over the Italian he knew he wasn't mistaken, Lovino's hair was much darker than Feli's and the curl was definitely on the correct side.

Lovino just smiled, trying to look as cheery and care free as possible, but he could tell he was disturbing his friend to no end. It was written all over the boy's face. "Ve~ Mattie, what's wrong~?" He pouted ever so cutely at him, inside his head he was gagging.

"Oh…ah…" Than with some sudden bluntness that wasn't very normal for him. "Please stop that, Lovino, its scaring me." Matthew's face flared up in an embarrassed blush, mumbling and spewing out a rushed apology over being so rude.

Lovino was a little surprised, he knew it would confuse the blond but not scare him. "Whatever do you mean?" He tilted his head as if he had no idea what he was talking about.

"You're acting like…like…eh, Feli…I don't like it…I d-don't mean to sound rude! Its just…I mean…Feli's nice and all! But…I like you the way you are..and…its really weird!" The Canadian rambled.

Lovino's face went slack, losing the bubbly mask he had put on. Ever since he was little it was always, Feli's so cute, Feli's so nice, so talented so fucking perfect and it always pissed Lovino off which made him seem so bitchy and rude and he just stayed that way. But…no one ever preferred him over Feli…

"Hola~" A bright voice came out of no where, startling them both that they jumped and would have clung together if the invading Spaniard hadn't been in between them. The older boy chuckled softly at their reactions, rubbing the back of his head. "I didn't mean to frighten you."

Lovino mentally cursed, this was going to be the worst, fucking tomato bastard was going to like this way to much! He hated that he had to act like Feli for a whole week! Pure hell! Antonio was going to enjoy this crap way to much. Dammit.

"Ve~ Good morning!" More mental vomiting, how could Feli possibly stand being this freaking cheerful? He was sure by the end of the day he'd be vomiting rainbows.

It took the Spaniard a moment to realize that Lovino was the one talking. "Que?" Antonio had never looked so taken a back, but thought it was just a fluke. It did however spark an idea for Lovino.

"Silly~ I said good morning!" He giggled.

Lovino giggled.

Lovino -who at 15 was invited into the mafia and turned them down and they nearly pissed themselves- Vargas just giggled.

Antonio stared at him with wide green eyes, going a little pale and very rigid. Lovino struggled not to smirk, it was just so priceless to see him like that. This bet might turn out more fun than he thought. He decided to dial it up even more. Lovi gave the Spaniard a big hug, even nuzzling him.

'Damn he smells good…like tomatoes…w-which is the only reason he smells good.' He laughed lightly, beaming up at his childhood friend. That when Lovino thought he was taking it a bit too far. Antonio's face grew pale, he looked ill and in so much shocked the Italian wouldn't be surprised if he went catatonic.

"D-Dios mio!" And he ran. He just ran away in such horror screaming like Lovino was a terrible monster that was going to eat his face.

Lovino and Matthew watched the Spanish boy run across the campus like a mad man, other students staring after him wondering if he escaped some psych ward.

This week was going to be great.