hello everyone!

I COME BEARING A NEW MULTI-CHAPTERED STORY sob. i should be doing other stuff like updating my other stuff and this is not beta'd hahaha ԅ(≖‿≖ԅ)

um um um i don't have much to say actually hahahahahahahhawhawhawHAWsob

actually this story was going to be in first person but writing in first person makes me uncomfortable SO yeah :DDD The first two/three/maybe four chapters will be in this time period before a time skip.

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one - in which four children become extraordinary friends on the first day of school

It was the first day of school. Glen Haven Elementary was not a big school - with only a student population of one hundred and fifty, it easy to know a majority of the kids if you were a student yourself.

Lovino huffed, and crossed his arms as he tried to give off his nastiest looks towards the other fourth graders. He was a little short for his age, and many of the other kids towered over him as they shuffled into the Elementary school's parking lot. Unlike him, most of the other kids were still half asleep from getting up so early. Someone in the walking group stepped on his foot and another had accidentally shoved him, to which he promptly shoved a pigtailed girl down onto the hard asphalt and tried his best to flatten another boy's foot with a well placed stomp. He snickered as he trotted away from the cluster of fourth graders and made his way into the school's entrance. His small brown loafers softly tapped against the colorful tiles, and Lovino made a small shrugging movement to push his backpack up, the little tomato-shaped key chain jingling merrily as he moved through the area.

He scowled at the smiling secretary in the front office, and headed to his classroom, to Ms.Whatever-her-name-is' class. Lovino didn't really care. He just wanted to get over with the school year and away from his classmates and teacher. He stomped his way to class, obnoxiously sticking his tongue out at a teacher that had told him to stop his stomping, and did what he was told, before stomping again as soon as the teacher was out of earshot. He was at his classroom, anyways.

Lovino entered the open door, crossing his arms as he walked up to the teacher's desk, waiting to be told where he was going to sit. A tall kid was in front of him, speaking to the teacher. As he waited for his turn, he looked around the almost empty classroom; it seemed like he was one of the earlier students - it was just him and the boy in front of him that were in the classroom. The other boy, finally done, walked over to his seat, where he set his backpack on the floor next to his desk. Lovino shuffled forward, and asked for his assigned seat. The teacher had pointed over at a seat next to the boy who had just sit down, and Lovino shuffled over, scowling. He couldn't wait for the day to be over.

"Hiya!" the boy sitting next to him said, grinning as he turned so he was facing Lovino. "My name's-"

"Don't want to hear it." Lovino cut him off, sending his a particularly scathing look. The boy didn't look fazed, and grinned while absent mindly playing with the hem of his shirt.

"So, uh, if you don't want to hear mine, maybe I can get to know yours-?" Another sharp look from Lovino shut him up. The boy shrugged, his green eyes shining, but gave Lovino another grin before turning back in his seat so that he was facing forward again. As the minutes passed by, more kids began to fill the small classroom, until the bell had rung. The seat right in front of him was empty still. The teacher then greeted them all, taking his attention from the seat in front of him and towards the teacher in front, who had taken out her roll call sheet. Lovino looked out the window, bored and feeling slightly peevish. He drummed his fingers onto his desk, and kicked the empty seat in front of him.

"It seems like we're missing a student..." The teacher noted out loud, before setting the clip board down onto her desk. The kid next to Lovino snickered quietly, and the teacher continued on with her introduction before setting up an introduction game, where everyone got to know each other.

Lovino positively loathed these games with a passion.

Everyone had to rearrange their desks into a round shape that resembled more of a square than a circle, and the game started. It was quite simple; introduce yourself, and say one fact about yourself that no one else in the class would know. Lovino was quite capable of doing just that, but to say it to a room of people he already decided he wanted nothing to do with, despite his rough nature, wracked his nerves. As his turn was coming up, he opened his mouth, feeling his cheeks burn slightly. Before he could say anything, the door slammed open, and the boy who had slammed it open jumped, seeming to be surprised that he opened it so hard.

"U-uh, hello, there," the boy, who was a little chubby, stuttered. Lovino didn't know whether to glare at the new boy for interrupting him or to look indifferent for buying him some more time before he had to inevitably introduce himself. "I guess I'm late? Hahaha..."

Lovino decided to raise an eyebrow at the boy. He seemed extremely awkward, and he even almost felt sorry for him. Almost. The teacher gave a friendly smile over to the boy, and directed him to pull the empty desk, which had been left out of their makeshift not-quite-circle of desks, and have Lovino and another girl shift their desks over to fit the new boy's desk in. With some grumbling from Lovino, and a few ear piercing screeches of the desks scraping against the floor, the new boy had a space in their game.

Lovino pursed his lips, feeling a nervous, stomach twisting feeling take over him as the rest of the group looked over at him for his introduction. "I...I'm L-Lovino Vargas...and...and..." He could feel the class' expectant stares and he could feel his cheeks turn bright red, feel his heart thunder in his small chest like it wanted to beat its way out-

"I like tomatoes!" he exclaimed, and when he realized what he said, he wanted to run from the classroom and hide in the boy's restroom for the rest of the school year. He worried his lip and shot a faltering glare to one of the boys, Alfred, when he heard a quiet snicker come from him. He hoped that the sort of awkward boy that had wandered in late would mess up so he could feel better about his own introduction.

"Um...I'm Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo, nice to meet you..." Antonio kept his gaze down, and he squirmed slightly in his seat. "And uh..." He looked up briefly, looking around the room as if he were trying to pick something out that he could use for his fact about himself. He suddenly looked at Lovino, and Lovino, surprised, leered at him instinctively.

"Lomino is my friend!" The Spanish boy said suddenly, almost in response to Lovino's leer, his bottle green eyes holding Lovino's gaze. Lovino didn't know whether to feel indignant, or mortfified.

"My name is Lovino!" He cried out heatedly. "And I am I not your friend!"

Despite the Italian's outcry, Antonio didn't seem to mind being named and shamed in his white lie. He just seemed to be happy that his turn was over. "Aww, Lovino, don't be so embarrased," Alfred teased from across the room.

"I am not! I don't even know this guy!" Lovino squawked back. The teacher gave a small laugh, and told the two to quiet down. Lovino huffed quietly, turning away from Antonio, that jerk. He looked out the window again, feeling agitated, especially when he felt the new kid stare at the back of his head. By the time he turned back forward, his neck was cramping a bit from the odd position, and some bushy browed kid next to Alfred was speaking.

"My name is Arthur Kirkland. I like magic." As soon as Arthur finished, the new kid next to him burst into badly smothered laughter. Arthur visibly changed color, stood up at his desk, and shouted, "Don't make fun of my magic! I'll curse you so you'll grow up to have prune... ears! So you better apologize!" This only made the new kid laugh harder, and Lovino put a hand up to his mouth, hiding a laugh of his own. Alfred laughed along with them, before patting Arthur on the back none-too-gently.

"I'm Alfred, everyone! And I'm a hero, so I'll help you guys out!" Alfred boasted proudly, hand still on Arthur's back. Arthur, peeved still, shook off his hand and narrowed his eyes at Antonio.

After Alfred, there were only a few kids who had a turn before the game was over. Everyone had to move the desks back, and then they practiced multiplication, and read the book the class was given to read. The lunch bell rang, and many of the kids who bought lunch, Alfred included, rushed over to the cafeteria to get into line first. Lovino, who had brought lunch, had no rush to get anywhere except for the lunch table their class shared.

He noted, irritated, that the new kid was following him. Lovino held back the grumpy comment he was going to say, choosing to silently walk-stomp toward his class' table, and took a seat on the very edge. Across the plastic tabletop was Arthur, who pulled out something black and intimidating out of his green and blue lunchbox.

"What is that?" He didn't realize Antonio took the seat next to him. He scowled, but looked at Arthur, who had his face pinched up in a curiously interesting way at Antonio.

"None of you business, you - you twat!" Arthur snatched up the lump, glaring at Antonio as he took a crunchy bite out of it.

"That was food?" Antonio asked, eyebrows pressing together. Arthur looked like he was about to swallow and retort something, but -

Whack!

A hard, bright yellow plastic tray was slammed unceremoniously onto the table, and Alfred jumped in next to Arthur, effectively startling him.

"Yo-u idiot!" Arthur coughed, semi-choking on his burnt meal.

"Woah! Artie, you okay?!" Alfred yelled at the top of his lungs, fist thumping Arthur's back in a vigorous, energetic way that did not look effective. "Don't go to the light, okay?! Someone should teach you to not eat burnt food!"

While Antonio watched in semi-alarm, eating a churro, the Italian at the table stared incredulously. "What the hell?"

Alfred stopped in his lively ministrations to gasp melodramatically towards Lovino, and Arthur choked, swallowing. "You said a bad word!"

"Yeah, I did," Lovino challenged.

"That's not good! The hero can't allow that!"

"Shut up!"

Lunch ended with Lovino grabbing one of Antonio's churros and using it to floppily hit Alfred on his blond head. "H-hey! You're like the villain in my comic book, haha - ARGH there's cinnamon goodness in my eyes!"

After Lunch was Recess, and Alfred went off to the boy's bathroom, Arthur in tow, so he could "check for any crumbs in my hair!". Lovino left his lunch box at the table, and walked over and out towards the bench near the soccer field, preferring to stay away from the other students. He turned, and was face-to-face with -

"You followed me again!" Lovino pushed himself off the seat, ready to walk away from the new student. "You're like some giant puppy - go away!" He yelled, flapping his arm in an attempt to shoo the Spaniard away.

The Spaniard grabbed his hand, and Lovino was faced to turn towards him after trying to unproductively pull his arm away. "What?" he asked scathingly. Despite the semi-okay lunch with him and the other two blondes, Lovino did not want to spend time, or be caught spending time, with Antonio.

The other boy looked uncomfortable, almost. "I-" he gave a short look towards the soccer field next to them, and the fifth grade boys playing soccer. "I don't have anyone to do stuff with during recess."

Lovino scowled, and looked towards where the other had stared. "Then go play with them, Anthony."

"It's Antonio!" The Spaniard pouted. "And they probably don't want to play with someone like me..."

"What? Don't be such a pansy." Lovino said, looking into Antonio's eyes and ignoring his slight wince. "Go ask them to play with you, and leave me the heck alone." Lovino, with a hard tug, pulled his arm away, and ran to the other side of the playground, leaving Antonio to himself.

He looked back a while later, watching Antonio talking with the other boys, and he noticed some of the other boys were laughing. An unfamiliar, and unwelcome feeling twisted itself in the Italian's stomach, and Lovino ignored it, turning away. He continued to walk on, trying to ignore the nagging feeling at the back of his head. By the time he reached the woodchip laden playround, he couldn't help but turn again, his entire body still as he watched Antonio get pushed around. Despite the fear bubbling in his stomach, and the earlier annoyance from Antonio following him so much, Lovino ran towards the soccer field.

As he ran closer, he could pick out several hurtful comments thrown towards Antonio, and he felt his stomach drop.

"Hey!" He yelled, trying to ignore the fact that all the boys were bigger than him, and probably much stronger than him. "Hey! Stop it! Stop!" He yelled, and as soon as he came in a few several feet of the one of the boys, he jumped, tackling and colliding into him. Antonio, who had fallen onto the floor, was awestruck. Lovino, who was much smaller, was struggling to not get hit, and he struggled and tried to pry himself away from the boy. As soon as Lovino pulled and rolled and fought his way away from the fifth grader, he tried to help Antonio up. "A-are you okay-"

"L-Lovino!" Antonio's warning yell came too slow; He felt the air knocked out of him painfully as one of the boys pushed him onto the floor. Antonio pushed the boy who had knocked Lovino over, and ended up being wrestled to the floor by another.

Lovino was then pinned under the boy he had earlier, and the boy sat up, effectively pushing Lovino down. "Ha, look guys, a wimpy shrimp and some fatty he's trying to protect, how sad." The fifth grader laughed, and some of his friends joined in. Lovino grit his teeth, fear bubbling up into his lungs and constricting his breathing - he closed his eyes and turned his head to the side.

"I-I'm sorry," he heard, and Lovino opened his eyes to a similarly pinned down Antonio near by.

"You better be," Lovino said quietly, all of the venom he should have had in his voice, absent. He could feel his eyes burn a bit. "Y-you better save me next time, or-" He didn't get to finish; the older boy atop of him forcefully turned his head towards him.

"Shut up," he said, looking down at Lovino. Lovino gasped out in fear, watching the older boy's fist close pull back. Where were the teachers who looked over the kids at recess?! He thought frantically, eyes glued to the other's fist. "After this, you and your boyfriend better not bother us, got it?"

"S-stop!" Antonio cried out, realization in his eyes. In the corner of Lovino's peripheral vision, he saw Antonio struggle.

Lovino closed his eyes as the older boy's fist came down -

Thump!

Lovino gasped out, eyes wide as the boy on top of him was hit square in the face by... was that his lunch box?

"Leave him alone!" Alfred yelled, running over, and like how Lovino had done earlier for Antonio, except with much more speed and strength, the blond tackled the boy about to hit Lovino down. Lovino scrambled up, and watched as Arthur, on one of the tree's branches above them, let his blackened leftover lunch rain onto the boys below. "Take that! Idiots!"

Antonio, freed from the other boy, followed Alfred's example, and Lovino wiped his eyes free of liquid. One of the boys tried to get away, and Lovino ran, jumping onto his back. And even though he had felt fear earlier, for both him and Antonio, he couldn't help but laugh as he saw the Alfred, Arthur, and even Antonio all try and support each other - and him.

The only way the first day of school could have been even better than it had turned out to be would only be if they hadn't gotten in trouble for their fight with the fifth graders. Granted, the older boys had gotten into the same amount of trouble, if not more. Lovino couldn't help but snicker quietly as the teacher rebuked one of the older boys. She turned back and gave Lovino a disapproving stare at his snicker.

"
Three days of Detention," she said gravely to Lovino, Antonio, Arthur, and Alfred. "You're lucky you all aren't getting suspended! Even Expelled!" She turned towards the fifth graders, eyebrows furrowing. "And you boys should know better! Picking on the younger children - you should be setting an example for them! One week of detention for you!" Some of them groaned, and their leader snuck a hateful stare towards the quartet of fourth graders. Lovino, braver since the teacher was around to protect him, stuck his tongue out.

The teacher let them out first, before the fifth graders, and the four of them walked down the hallway. "Darn, I wanted to eat the rest of my lunch, too." Arthur said half-heartedly.

"Eh, I wouldn't." Alfred chimed in cheerfully, letting his hands go behind his head in a carefree manner. "That stuff's nasty, haha."

"Is not!"

"Is toooo!"

As the blond duo bickered, Lovino looked up at Antonio, who had a frown on. He looked away quickly as Antonio looked at him. "I'm sorry Lovi." He said seriously, and lips pulled down in a frown.

Lovino shrugged, all together not too sure on how he should answer. Angry? Annoyed? Nonchalant? G... grateful? Instead, he felt his cheeks turn pink, and he turned his head away as he answered in the only way he knew how: "M-my name's not 'Lovi' - it's Lovino! Idiot!" Antonio's face broke into a grin, and he let out a bright laugh.

"Okay. Lovino." Antonio said, his smile still sticking onto his face. It slowly toned down, into something a little bit serious, and Lovino couldn't help but think the expression almost seemed too adult-like to be on his childish face. "I... I want to get stronger - like Alfred! So that you don't have to fight and stuff when I get in trouble."

Lovino felt a smile twitch at the corner of his mouth. "You better, 'cause you owe me." Antonio nodded, his earlier, brighter mood coming back. By now, Alfred and Arthur had finished their little spat and had caught up to Lovino and Antonio, falling into step with them.

"Are we friends?" Antonio breathed out quietly, breaking the silence after everyone had quieted down. Alfred nodded approvingly, trying to sling his arms around the other three boys.

"Heck yeah!" Lovino and Arthur both shrugged off Alfred's arms, and Antonio laughed alongside Alfred.

Remember kids: fighting is not good (unless you have a band of friends then it's okay jkjkjkjkjk /shotttt)

And Lovino wears loafers because a little Lovino would look cute in tiny brown loafers. I also love the idea of Lovino being a little shit as a little kid. :DDD

and I have so many 2k+ chapter-one wips of different stories it ain't even funny yo