"You stupid ragazza-don't cry." An Italian voice said into your ear, the noise resounding through your head. You knew exactly who it was. It was the boy who you had liked ever since you first met him. He was like Arthur, but grumpier... and had a sense of taste (A/N: /shot/). You never thought that Lovino Vargas would be hugging you.
You made yourself stop crying, but your eyes were still red and puffyyou're your shoulders were trembling. Turning your head to the side, you saw an obvious blush. He had stuck his head right next to yours- in between your neck and shoulder- his face burning up with embarrassment. He noticed that you were staring at him and he let go of you, now blushing an almost impossible shade of red.
"W-why did you let go?" you said in a quiet voice. Even more quietly, "I-I didn't mind your hug..." you bushed and looked away.
"J-just stop crying... It ruins your pretty face." You looked up at him again to see him now blushing what you thought was a definitely an impossible shade of red.
"Y-you think I-I'm pretty?"
"W-what?! No! Who said that?!" you felt another tear fall down your face, even though they had stopped earlier. 'Did he just indirectly call me ugly?' you considered this before his face changed to one of worry. "Wait- ragazza! I'm sorry... um... sei molto bella..." his face went back to its embarrassed state. You didn't know much Italian at all, but you knew that 'bella' meant 'beautiful', and you had a feeling he wasn't insulting you judging by the sincerity in his voice.
"D-do you m-mean it?" you managed to stutter out. He quickly nodded his head before he grabbed your hand.
"Ragazza, I'm sorry. T-ti amo...." Okay. You definitely knew what that meant. You blushed the same shade of red he had earlier. "D-do you want to be my girlfriend?" Antonio was right when he said that Lovino looked like a tomato when he got embarrassed.
"U-umm..." you tried to remember the Italian word for yes, "S-si!" 'Oh- I hope that was right!' you thought as you crossed your fingers behind your back.
You figured that you said it right as he squeezed your hand more tightly and used his other hand to softly rub your cheek with one, curved finger to wipe away the tear that had escaped from you eye. Even though he was grumpy, he definitely had a sweet side to him, even if he would never admit it.
"Do you want to go back to class?" he said in a calm voice. His blush was still present, it just wasn't as conspicuous as before. You nodded you head and the two of you sauntered back to class, still holding hands.
Once you were at the door of the classroom, Lovino let you pull yourself together before you walked inside. He glanced at you as you tried to make sure that your eyes weren't puffy by looking at your reflection in the glass component of the door.
"You look fine, come on." The Italian said impatiently.
"Are you sure?" you didn't want to sound as if you were obsessive about how you looked, but you didn't want anyone to know that you had been crying. He just let out an exasperated sigh and opened the classroom door.
About half of the class watched in curiosity as he walked you back to your seat. You pulled out the chair to your desk and were about to sit down before the brunette grabbed your upper arm. You turned your head so that you could look into his brown eyes. "What?" you questioned. He gave you a short but sweet kiss on the lips before letting go of you and walking back to his seat.
You touched your lips where he had kissed you before a smile grazed your lips. You sat down and happily drew pictures of your new boyfriend until the sharp sound of the bell reached your ears.