This idea was from the amazing CatOnAComputer! Please enjoy!

Alfred F. Jones was that guy in school.

Everyone loved him, even teachers.

Unlike most popular teens, he was really nice. He was an honor role student and was even on the football team.

And of course, he was handsome. He had flattering tan skin and a ripped body thanks to all the sports he played. He had dirty blond hair with an adorable stubborn cowlick and he had sky blue eyes that were usually kept under thick rimmed glasses. (if Alfred was a real highschooler, I'd DEFINITELY have a crush on him)

Now, Lovino Vargas was a little different story. Okay, a different.

It's not that Lovino wasn't likable, it's just that Lovino didn't try to be likable.

He fell asleep in class, he was not very friendly at best.

Despite all that, Lovino was also quite handsome. He was a smaller boy with hazel eyes and dark auburn hair with a strange gravity defying curl.

Anyway, on with the actual story!

Lovino hated French. Why did he take it, then? The only other option for highschoolers was Mandarin. Besides, his Grandpa wanted him to learn French.

Lovino was in French class as you might have guessed.

He sat in the far left corner, where he was at the perfect angle to the teacher to pretend to be sleeping.

Lovino actually never slept during French class, he was too busy having romantic fantasies about his crush- Alfred Jones.

Why Lovino liked him so much? There were too many reasons to name.

Lovino tried to accept the fact that Alfred was out of his league, but every time he saw those playful sky-blue eyes, he was smitten all over again.

Out of nowhere, Lovino heard the teacher say the word 'project' and inwardly sighed, he hated with other people.

"I'll list off your pairs: Feliciano and Monika," Lovino smirked, seeing his brother's mini celebration at the news. Everyone and their dog (except Monika) knew about Feli's crush. "Heracles and Kiku," another pair, both boys liked each other, but neither would admit it. "Alfred and Lovino,"

Lovino stopped listening after that. Nothing else mattered. He was Alfred's partner! HE WAS ALFRED'S PARTNER!!!

After the teacher was finished, he curtly nodded and stood up. "Finish the packet by Tuesday. Have a good weekend, everyone." He said blandly as students raced out of the classroom.

Lovino quietly packed up his things, about to leave when a certain American blocked his path. He blushed subconsciously.

Alfred smiled at him. Oh, that smile was simply angelic. "Hey there, Lovi!" He said happily.

Lovino pouted (Alfred thought it was adorable). "I never said you could call me that!" He said, attempting to sound angry. "How do you even know my name, idiota?!"

Alfred shrugged. "I know everyone's name."

Lovino couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Sooooooooo, Lovi."

He snapped back to reality. "Huh?"

"Are you free tomorrow so we can work on the project?"

"Um... I am, but I assume mi fratello will e using our house as well, if that's okay-"

"Don't worry 'bout it! We can hang at my place! Matthew has hockey practice all day, so it works out!"

"R-really!"

"Yeah, dude; for sure!"

Lovino blushed at the thought of him and Alfred alone at Alfred's house.

"Uh... dude? You okay?"

"Huh?!" Lovino realized how red his face was. "Si! I'm fine!"

Alfred smiled softly at him. "Good. I'd be really upset if you got sick."

With that, he skipped off, leaving Lovino to contemplate his words.

(Saturday morning...)

Luckily, Lovino lived in a small suburban neighborhood, so he knew where Alfred's house was.

He quickly grabbed his backpack, hoping to leave before his brother and grandpa noticed. No such luck.

"Ve... what are you doing, fratello?"

Lovino's face heated up. "I'm going to Alfred's to work on my French project." He said, attempting to leave again.

"Are you going to tell him your feelings?" He asked excitedly.

Lovino's face was redder than Antonio's prized tomatoes. "W-WHAT?! No! Are you out of your mind?!"

"Ve... fratello! You should!"

"ABSELUTELY NOT! Ugh, I'm going!"

"Have fun, fratello!"

SLAM!

Felt chuckled. "He's so tsundere."

(Five minutes later...)

Lovino gingerly knocked the door, hearing someone inside run to open it.

Alfred was beaming as he saw the small Italian, both of their cheeks pink.