Antonio rapped his knuckles on Feliciano's front door and started pacing back and forth as he waited. As predicted, Lovino had not returned home that night. As soon as the sun had woken him from where he fell asleep in the guest room (he absolutely refused to call it Lovino's room, or Lovino's old room, or anything that had to do with his Lovino) he had grabbed the keys to his car and started driving. Making record time to Lovino's house (and breaking more than one speed limit) he had searched the whole place three times over before deciding that Lovino was definitely not there. So he drove north again, and a few hours later he was at the door of the younger Italian.

Loosing his patience he knocked again, desperation controlling his every movement. This time Feliciano answered, first confusion the happiness crossing his face, "Big brother Antonio!! What are you doing here?"

"Feliciano!" he pushed his way in, looking frantically left and right, "Is Lovino here? I've been looking for him all morning."

"Oh… he left a few hours ago."

"What?! I was just at his house! Did I pass him on the road?"

"No, I don't think so… It looked like he was heading north, probably back to your place or something."

Antonio perked up, "Really? That's great! Thanks Feli!" with that he ran back outside and down to his car. Staring the engine, he waved at back at Feliciano before pulling out onto the road.


Jerking to a stop he poked his head out the window, "What? Is something wrong?"

Feliciano shook his head and smiled, "I'm glad you got your memory back!"


Lovino opened the door slowly and tiptoed into the house. He didn't want to run into Antonio: at least not yet. Making his way to the kitchen he shook his head and scowled. What was he waiting for? Might as well get this over with, after all.

"A-Antonio?" he called into the house, squeezing his eyes shut for god knows what reason. But nothing happened. There was no reply. Not one sign of life.

"Hello?" he called again, a bit louder. As expected, no answer. Curling his hand into a fist he banged it in the table, making the wood vibrate in response, before sliding down into a chair.

'That bastard!' he thought, 'He probably went off with Francis or something. Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot…!' but by the time he was done he wasn't sure if he was cursing Antonio or himself. Running a hand through his hair he sighed and closed his eyes. Oh well. Nothing to do but wait.


Lovino, Lovino, Lovino

Lovino's name ran through Antonio's head as he pulled down the driveway to their house, praying that his car would be there. At the sight of the tiny red convertible he pulled to a stop and leapt out, running over to the hood. Antonio grinned at the feel of a cool engine and dashed to the house stopping just short of the door to the kitchen. The door was open so he could look through the screen and into the room. And there was Lovino, slumped over one of the chairs.

Smiling he carefully pushed the door open, grateful that he had oiled the hinges about a month ago.




Lovino's eyes widened as he steeled himself for the encounter. God dammit he wasn't ready for this but…

Banging his fist onto the table again he stood, trying to act angrier then he actually felt. Antonio calling him that wouldn't be such a big deal if it didn't hurt so much, "Bastard! I thought I told you to never call me that!"


"No!" Lovino shook his head, trying to get the rage to build up inside of him. It used to be so easy. Back when Antonio didn't mean as much to him as he did now, "I don't want you to call me that! I can't-!"

He was cut off as Antonio charged over to him and wrapped his arms around his neck, "Lovi, Lovi, I'm so happy to see you!"

Face flaming red he pushed Antonio away. He couldn't believe this would be real, "Listen you idiot, I don't know what that French bastard told you but whatever it was just forget it, okay?"

"But Lovino," Antonio leaned forward pressing their lips together, gently at first, but then with growing intensity. Lovino tensed up. It was so familiar, so safe and he wanted it, good god how he wanted it but…

At the same moment they pulled apart and Antonio grinned, "Lovino, I've remembered."

For a minute or so Lovino gaped at Antonio. The man was smiling, just standing there and smiling as if the past week hadn't happened and everything was right with the world.

He swallowed, "S-so you… you have…"

Antonio nodded.

And he couldn't hold it in anymore. Curling his hands into Antonio's shirt he finally allowed the tears to flow freely, for once in his life not ashamed of how weak he might seem. He cried and sunk down to the floor, dragging Antonio down with him. The Spaniard pulled him onto his lap, hugging him tight and whispering comforting words into his ear. He ran a hand through Lovino's hair, trying to calm the Italian man down just a little, "Lovino, it's okay. I'm here for you now, alri-"


Antonio looked down, "What?"

"Why, you idiot, why? If… Shit, if I didn't care so much then it wouldn't have hurt so much when you left!"

Stopping for a moment, Antonio pulled Lovino even closer, his heart breaking in two from how much pain Lovino seemed to be in, "Lovino I… I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. And I promise, I will never, never leave you again. Never ever, but…"

Slowly Antonio pulled them both up so they were standing face to face. Lovino reached up a hand and began rubbing his tears away, not failing to notice how shaky he still was, "But what?"

"Why didn't you tell me we were married? Of course now I'm not sure what I would've done about it but it might have been a little better, don't you think?"

Lovino looked down at his shoes, not wanting to admit to anything but knowing he had to, "I…" he took a deep breath, "I was scared."

"Scared of what?"

"I was scared that if I told you, you might not want to be around me anymore or that you would have decided that you were a complete idiot for choosing someone like me because I know I wouldn't choose me and you would leave and that would be that. There. Are you happy now, bastard?!"

Everything Lovino said came out in a rush as he pressed the heel of his hand against his eyes, trying to prevent more tears from coming, "And I thought… I, I just thought that if you went away that… after all these years I…" he looked up into Antonio's face (Antonio's face), "Shit! Don't you know how much I love you, you god damn bastard?!"


In the middle of the night Lovino woke up, the moonlight casting dancing shadows over the floor and Antonio's arms protectively around his middle. Still half asleep he turned over on his side and jumped at the sight of Antonio's eyes staring into his.

"What the hell are you doing awake?"

Antonio nuzzled his head into the crook of Lovino's neck, "Watching you sleep, my tiny, perfect tomato."

"Hmph," he replied, moving down deeper into Antonio's embrace, "And why would you do that?"

"Well, you see I was thinking-"

"That's always a good sign," Lovino stated sarcastically. Antonio just smiled and continued.

"I was thinking that it's been ten days since I got a change to see you sleeping so I may as well catch up now!"

"Is that so?" Lovino snaked his arms around Antonio's chest and hugged him for all he was worth, breathing in deep as Antonio held him back. Was he really this easily manipulated when he actually cared for someone? When he actually loved someone, "Then, y'know. I guess that's okay. For now."

He felt Antonio smile and closed his eyes. He was safe. After over week of torture he was finally safe.

"Lovi? Are you asleep?" Antonio whispered.

"No," he opened his eyes again, "I was just feeling, well…kinda… y'know, happy."

"Hm? Why are you happy?"

"… You really are an idiot, you know that?"

"But Lovi that's so mean! Why are you happy? Tell me, tell me!"


"But Lovi-!"

Lovino tilted his head and gave Antonio a kiss to shut him up. Unsurprisingly enough, it worked. Their mouths mixed together, exploring and relearning what had almost been forgotten: how much they truly loved and needed each other when they stopped thinking about everything else and just existed side by side.

"Don't worry about it," Lovino said, yawning and resting his head on Antonio's chest, listening closely to the heart beat, "If you don't figure it out by morning I'll tell you, alright?"

"Okay. Lovino?"


Antonio kissed the top of Lovino's head before settling back down on the pillows, "It's good to be home."


Yay, its over! Thanks for all the good comments and stuff... and... well that's about it XD Look forward to seeing plenty more of my stuff in the future~