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Antonio reached up and touched the top of his head, where a small paper ball was nestled in his thick dark hair. Gingerly, he unfolded it as he walked down the street toward the Vargas house. His eyes widened.
"¡Dios mio!" he cried, clutching the side of his head. "¡Qué horror!"
The string of rapid-fire Spanish that followed, bemoaning the graphite marks that butchered-nay, slaughtered!-his native language, was cut short as he saw the name in the upper right hand corner: Lovino Vargas.
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"What was that?"
"None of your damn business!" Lovino snapped, now scrabbling for the keys he'd dropped on the sidewalk in his haste to throw the incriminating document away. He jumped to his feet and jammed the key in the lock. He was just about to turn the handle when a voice calling out to him made his blood run cold.
"Lovino!"
"Ah! It's big brother Antonio!" Feliciano exclaimed, waving enthusiastically.
"Big... brother... Antonio?"
"I wasn't aware that you had another older brother, Feliciano-kun."
"Oh, I don't. He's one of Grandpa's friends and he's really, really nice! And he's handsome too, isn't he?"
"No he's not!!" Lovino hissed, jiggling the keys again.
"Ve~! Big brother Antonio~! Hello~~!"
"Stop talking to him!"
Lovino tried to swallow his growing panic. What was that guy doing here?! And why wouldn't the fucking door open?! It was like a scene from a horror movie! In the full minute it took him to realize he was trying to turn the handle the wrong way, Antonio had made his way up the driveway and to the front door, just as Lovino was trying to close it from the inside.
"Hold it!"
Lovino stopped trying to shut the door when he saw long tanned fingers gripping the edge. Crossing himself, he swallowed and opened the door. But instead of sunlight hitting his eyes, his big, fat, ugly quiz did.
"What... is the meaning of this?"
The brunette grimaced, taking a step backwards. Honda whispered something to Ludwig, bid the twins and Antonio a quick farewell, and dragged his friend away.
"Um..." Lovino stammered, looking left, right, anywhere but at Antonio's face while Feliciano darted in the house behind him. Oh God. Antonio saw it. Antonio who was Gramps' good friend saw it. Antonio who would now tell Gramps about the score that should never be reported saw it. SHIT. What was he going to do?!
"This is terrible!"
Lovino blinked. Were those... tears in Antonio's eyes?
"Ay, Lovi!"
Antonio let out an overly dramatic moan, holding the paper as if it were a death certificate (it might as well have been-this was language homicide!).
"I cannot believe this... this..."
He struggled for words adequate to describe his mortification.
"This saddens me! You are obviously having difficulty learning one of the most beautiful of languages, and it is such a loss for you!"
"I didn't know you, uh... felt so strongly about this," Lovino muttered, almost amused at how Antonio was reacting, despite his dislike for the man.
"Strongly?"
Antonio jutted a thumb towards his own chest.
"It is my passion!"
Lovino could have smacked his own forehead in annoyance. Yes, yes, he got that much. Maybe if he punched Antonio hard enough, he could give him amnesia, steal back the test, and feed it to the neighbors' dog, Hana-Tamago, before Gramps got home. Yes, that was a good plan. Problem was, his stray hair curl was the only part of him that was tall enough to reach the Spaniard's face. But hey, then again, maybe that special head-butt attack he read about in a comic book would work...
"Say, Lovino, which grade are you in?" Antonio suddenly asked, unwittingly stopping Lovino, who had already started bending his knees a little.
"Ninth."
Lovino frowned. This was starting to sound like trouble...
"Great, this should be easy then!"
Lovino straightened up, wishing he had laser vision, as he glared at Antonio.
"What should?"
"I'll tutor you in Spanish!" Antonio declared, clapping his hands together, his eyes shining.
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