That's the problem with Highschool

Chapter seven:

A/N: Well, I didn't quite expect this to end up this way, but oh well. Also I swear I used words relating to shocking to many times in this. Also if you've read any good hetalia fics please send me a link! I'm lacking in decent ship fics (And I'm to lazy to read though all the half decent ones.)

Antonio was shocked to say the least. It wasn't a bad shock, more pleasant than anything else, just unexpected. He hadn't expected the hot-headed Lovano to give in so easily. Or maybe he was just a better kisser than he'd realized.

Lovano gasped a little when Antonio responded by moving his arm to wrap around the shorter boy's waist, though he realized he should have expected it. Unfortunately his reaction didn't go unnoticed, and much to his surprise he wound up with Antonio's tongue swirling around his mouth attemping to coax his own into play, it was a strange feeling but pleasant, in a foreign sort of way. Though it began substantially harder to suppress the moans trying to surface. What felt like both an eternity and only a second passed when three things happen simultaneously.

1) Lovano finally realized what was going on and tried to pull away.

2) He'd run out of air anyways.

3) The bus halted.

And with the combined actions of those three Lovano ended up hitting his head on the wall behind them before managing to scramble off the bus and towards the supermarket. In the rush, his phone slipping out of his pocket.

Antonio smirked as Lovano fled the area, feeling both accomplished, and slightly sad that it had come to a end so soon. He was about to leave himself when a small buzz sounded on the floor. Glancing down him noticed a dropped phone, the one that he'd seen Lovano using earlier. On the screen a new message had come through. He picked up the phone and unlocked the screen, opening the new message, not caring that he was intruding in somebody's private life. The sender appared to be Lovano's younger brother, Feli.

Feli: Hurry, I need that pasta now!

Antonio ignored the new message more or less, and skimmed through the previous one, his smirk turning into a grin as he came up with an idea.