Tomato Bastard

September; A Name

Chapter One

Lovino POV¿

Upon entering World Academy, Lovino stared in awe. It was his first year here, for him and his twin brother Feliciano. The Vargas twins were joined at the hip. Two peas in a pod. Insuperable to say the least.

They grew up supporting one another. At a young age their grandfather, their only guardian at the time, disappeared. So they had to fend for themselves. Remembering all of this, Lovino stayed quiet. Though Feliciano decided to speak up, disturbing him from his train of thought, "Ve~ we should go in right? He was right, however Lovino didn't want to.

New school means new friends. Meaning he'd be separated from his brother at one point or another. Now he wasn't the clingy type, but he cared deeply for Feliciano and didn't want him to change.

"Sí, let's go Feli."

Even if he didn't want to go, he still needed to look like the strong brother to him. He grabbed his luggage, fixed his uniform, grabbed the younger twins hand, and headed inside the mysterious school.

Antonio POV¿

The Bad Touch Trio were at it again.

Since this year was their last, here in World Academy, they want everyday to be memorable. This day was the first day of school for the year, and they wanted to have a kickass way to start the year.

Antonio couldn't wait though. He, Francis, and Gilbert decided that during Freshman lunchtime, they will launch their attack. For now though, even if it was totally cliché and overdone (though Gilbert said it was an Awesome idea, though not as awesome as him), they were ambushing little freshman, giving them wedgies.

One kid after another came, and left as red as a tomato, flustered about what just happened. The Spaniard started to laugh when he heard Francis say "~Oh hon hon hon, a two for one boys"

Before Antonio could even look at their newest victims, Gilbert already went in action. Launching himself on the set of the two.

"NoPleaseDoNotHurtMe! IAmSoYoung, IDon'tWantToDieAVirgin! OhPleaseSpareMeMrBullySir!"

How could he have said that all within three seconds?

Antonio realized that the first year was an Italian. He should have known. He turned to look at the boy who was with the crybaby. He looked and was surprised.

The boy looked similar to the smaller Italian. His face was well distinguished. His eyes shone with a fire that Antonio hasn't ever seen. His thick, dark brown hair was wavy, and Antonio saw a little curl sticking out. He found it cute.

The Spaniard wasn't able to stare in admiration any longer. Francis came up from behind and was about to wedgie the Italian. Said Italian was distracted trying to stop the Albino from hurting the younger freshman.

Antonio didn't understand this feeling he got when he saw Francis about to hurt the boy but it was telling him to stop them.

"STOP!"

The spaniards voice rang through the hallway. Causing Gilbert drop the frightened Italian, and Francis to let go of the other.

The boy who Antonio stared at was now cursing in Italian, and stomped away from the trio, causing the smaller Italian to scream "Fratello! Lovino! Wait for meeee!"

Lovino

Antonio couldn't hear his French friend yelling at him, or feel the Albino's punches in his side. All he was thinking about was that name.

Lovino...