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You've been friends with Antonio for as long as you can remember. He was your best friend, and proud to be it. He introduces you to his cousin, Lovino, who is nothing like your Spanish friend; he was always complaining about something, never satisfied with life. You think he is a spoiled bastard that needs to be put in his place. However, something about his foul language and harsh attitude intrigues you. Not that you'd admit it, anyways.