The man looked to be about the same age as myself. He was just about a centimetre shorter than me, and slender. Oddly enough, the fact that he was slender didn't take away from his masculine traits. His hair was a dark brown color with some reddish tint, and a wayward curl flying off to the left. His eyes were a hazel with a slight golden tint and bright green flecks. His face was fixed in a glare.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, almost killing me like that?! Che palle!" He yelled at me. I blinked in suprise, but kept up my stoic expression.

"Well, I did what any other sane person would do if they sensed a pickpocket sneaking up behind them. Oh, and I assure you, I was not aiming to kill. If I was, I wouldn't be talking to you," I calmly replied, watching as he shivered in discomfort from my last statement.

"Okay, so maybe I was trying to steal from you. To be honest, I'm suprised I even attempted to get near a bastardo like you, trying to kill me, and all..."

"So you're not even going to attempt to deny trying to steal from me?"

"No. Why the hell would I? It makes no fucking sense to even try if you get caught."

"Point taken. So, why?"

"Why, what, bastard? Finish your questions, dammit!"

"Why would you want to steal from me, if I am nowhere near as rich as the other people in the town?"

He contemplated this for a bit. Then, he shrugged.

"You just seemed like a good target," was all he replied. I sighed.

"Now, why are you stealing in the first place? I thought the whole town was pretty affluent."

"Hey, bastard! I already answered one of your questions, answer one of mine!"

"Fine. Ask away."

"Why the hell are you walking around in the woods? Isn't it dangerous?"

" I'm walking back to my house. And no, I spread that rumor, myself to keep others out of it, and don't you dare tell anyone else. Now, answer mine."

He rolled his eyes.

"I'm new to town, ran away from my abusive uncle, with nothing but the clothes on my back. I don't need to tell anyone that, bastard."

"I would like it if you stopped calling me that."

"First off, I call everyone that, get the fuck used to it. And second off, I don't even know your name."

Now, it was my turn to roll my eyes.

" I don't see a need for you to know my name as of now."

"Lovino."

"What?"

"My name, you dense bastard. Now, can you unpin me from this fucking tree?"

I sighed, "Fine," before walking

Up to him and pulling out the knife, freeing the potential theif. Once I had done that, I began walking back to my home. I made it a few feet before realizing that he began to follow me.

"Why are you following me?" I asked as I turned to face him. His scowl deepened as he replied, "Well, bastard, I have nowhere else to go, and I doubt any inn would take me in if I don't have money. Therefore, my only option is to follow you, an force you to put up with me until I can come up with my own money."

I glared at him. "No way."

"And why the hell not?!"

"One, because you attempted to steal from me. And two, I barely know you."

He scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Then why are you still talking to me, hairclip bastardo?"

His question threw me off guard. Why am I still talking to him? As I pondered this in my head, he started smirking.

"Seems like I got you to lose your stoic-ness, hairclip bastard," Lovino said triumphantly. I was already growing tired of my new nickname.

"Lukas," was what flew out of my mouth before I could stop it. He clapped in a sarcastic manner.

"And we have a fucking name! That wasn't so hard, now was it, Lukas?" Again he smirked at me. I glared back.

"I only told you because you should know the name of who is housing you."

Aaaand ha! Were you expecting that? Yes? No? Whatever. Now, I don't care if you get pissed at me for this, but remember that I did warn you that it was a crack pairing! When you think about it, they go good together. Both are very tsundere, but while Norway is emotionless and cold, Romano is angry and rude!

Remember, my lovelies, review is love~