Author's Note: YAY! I did it! Excuse my random congratulating myself but I feel very proud ^^. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review! I'd really love it! Enjoy the last chapter of The Perfect Gift!

Antonio moved in, inching his way closer. There was a determined look in his eyes. He winked at me and grinned and I gave him a disgruntled, uncomfortable look. I'd never felt more humiliated in my life. Being subjected to this kind of situation.

Shit! Feliciano is looking this way! At this rate he'll see…

I had to act quickly, "Antonio," I whispered, trying not to be too loud. He didn't seem to hear me and continued to move closer. Dammit! What is he doing! I stiffened, unable to move.

"I SEE YOU MOVING TONI!" shouted Feliciano, pointing towards him.

"Dammit!" Spain smiled sheepishly and put a hand on the back of his head. "You caught me!" he laughed, heading back to the other end of the yard.

"Idiot, you shouldn't have moved," I grumbled as he walked by.

"Hee hee, I love how Lovi's getting so into this!" laughed Antonio with an elated grin.

My face colored and I looked away from him. I wasn't going to play to begin with but I got bored.

"Green light!" I sprinted forward.

"Red light!" Feliciano seemed to be enjoying his position of power.

"Green light!" suddenly, a tan blur rocketed past me and tackled Feliciano. "I win!" shouted Antonio, cradling my brother's head. I knew it was wrong but I still felt jealousy towards my brother for that.

"You just enjoy winning don't you, bastard," I felt stupid for how into the game I had gotten.

"Lovi's just pissed because HE didn't win," laughed Gilbert.

"Shut up! You know, if you're so AWESOME, how didn't YOU win?" I retorted. That seemed to hit a nerve on him and he rolled up into a fetal position and sulked in the corner.

Antonio giggled and put a hand on my shoulder. "Don't be mean to Gil's self-esteem," he lectured.

I glared at him. "I'll be mean to whoever I want to be mean to, bastard, I don't give a damn about his stupid self-esteem. It's his problem that he has an overly sensitive ego," I grumbled, pouting.

"How rude! The way you treat other people, Lovi, it's unacceptable," said Francis, ruffling my hair.

"Fuck you, you have no right to lecture me," I spat. Only momentarily did I see Antonio's face contort into slight annoyance at Francis' touching of me. Dammit, why the hell did that make me feel happy?

"Like you're one to talk, you're the one that punched me! And you're calling ME immoral?" cried Francis, pointing towards his swollen nose. "I'm hideous now, thanks to you!" he sobbed.

"Suck it up you big moron, you're the one who's a pervert," I snapped, trying to get away from his touchy-feely hand.

Antonio looked uncomfortable, as if he didn't know what to do. He stood next to us silently; trying to observe what was going on.

Francis stared at me intently, studying my expression. My eyes narrowed. "What the hell are you loo-" I was cut off when Francis' hand moved to my curl and he pulled it lightly.

"What exactly is this curl useful for anyways?" he said airily.

"DAMMIT LET GO!" I screamed, my face turning red automatically. He tugged harder.

"My, my, what a cute reaction, Lovino," laughed Francis.

"I SAID FUCKING LET GO DAMMIT!" I closed my eyes and tried to pull away from him.

"Francis," at first I didn't recognize the hard, controlled voice next to me, until I realized that it actually belonged to Antonio. "Lovi doesn't like it when people touch his curl," Antonio grasped Francis' hand and pried it off.

I fell to the ground, too embarrassed to look up.

Francis stared at Antonio. "How funny, I didn't know that you could make such a face, Toni," he looked awkwardly frightened.

"I told you, you can't touch Lovino, I meant it," said Antonio seriously. The brightness in his green eyes seemed diluted.

I held onto my throbbing head, Francis had pulled on my curl quite hard. Dammit… My face felt as if it was on fire.

"Lovi are you okay?" Feliciano ran up and kneeled down next to me.

"I was just having a little fun," grumbled Francis, pouting at Antonio. "What's with you getting all serious all of a sudden," he added, sneaking a look at Antonio's face.

"Serious," Antonio looked surprised. "I actually look serious?" he gave a goofy, sheepish look and smiled.

It still looked fake to me.

"How surprising," Antonio turned away from Francis and looked down at me. "You okay, Lovi? Need help inside?" he offered.

"No dammit, everyone just leave me alone," my face was still bright red and I stood shakily up. I shot Francis a look and then proceeded to go inside by myself.

"Lovi?" I could hear Feliciano's voice from the outside of the bathroom.

"Just go away you idiot," I just wanted to be alone.

"Well, I can't, I actually have to use the bathroom," I could hear the pain in his voice. He was like a damn fountain. I opened the door and pushed past him so he wouldn't see my face.

"You okay Lovi?" asked Feliciano.

I had just about had enough. "DAMMIT! I've said already that I just want to be ALONE!" I shouted, balling my hands into fist and glaring at him malevolently. Feliciano looked hurt but he said nothing else, for at that minute his bladder really couldn't take it much longer and he slammed the door in my face.

I walked slowly into the main room and it silenced. "Well don't all ignore me," I grumbled sardonically, sitting on the couch the farthest from France as possible.

Antonio opened the door into the room and looked curiously around. "Hey! Lovi! Come help me with the cake!" he said, smiling knowingly.

"Do it yourself you moron," I snapped, now too lazy to get up.

"Aw, but I want Lovi's help!" cried Antonio persistently.

"I said do it yourself, bastard! Can't you see I'm not in the mood?" I sunk even more into the couch.

Antonio was silent for a moment and then he walked up and took my hand, pulling me off the couch.

"WAH! Antonio!" I cried as he led me into the kitchen.

"No need to thank me, I saw that look on your face," he said plainly, turned away from me.

I wasn't particularly listening because he was still holding my hand. I'm such a sap.

"I wasn't going to thank you," I said in a small voice, pausing for only a moment.

"That's why there's no need," now he was obviously covering for himself.

We entered the kitchen, which felt oddly dark. I didn't know what to say and he seemed awfully quiet for his usually annoying demeanor.

He probably doesn't even notice… He's such a thickhead, I thought with annoyance.

"You okay, Lovi? After…" he glanced back at me. I hadn't really expected him to say anything so I just stared at him in surprise.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," I stuttered.

"You sure?" he was looking in the fridge now; he didn't seem to really be paying attention.

"I'm fine, just drop it," I didn't like the conversation and I didn't intend for it to continue.

"Well, that's great!" he gave me a beaming smile from the fridge. I blushed at that luminescent grin.

I looked away from him sheepishly. "D-dammit, don't look at me like that," I grumbled. "It's your birthday anyways… I didn't even get you a fucking present. I… I t-tried, but dammit you're hard to shop for!" I rambled, my face becoming more and more colored. "It's not like I got very good suggestions, Feliciano is oblivious, Alfred is an idiot, Gilbert is a damn moron, and Francis is a fucking pervert," I realized that I was ranting and I blushed deeply in embarrassment. My throat felt tight and my eyes heavy, as if at any given moment I was going to break down. Fuck. I wanted to run away. Get away from him at all costs. We didn't speak for a few moments.

Antonio had an uncomfortable look on his face. "Ah, I guess I should bring the cake out," he mumbled.

Damn. If this were all I could do I'd do it.

"No, Antonio, it's your birthday, I'll bring it out," I muttered, stepping forward.

"No Lovi, It's fine, I'll do it," he said harshly.

Surprised, I stared at him as he pushed past me. Why did it have to be this way? He was obviously mad at me. I just wasn't being considerate and I hurt him again. He made the exact face I didn't want to see.

My hand suddenly moved, involuntarily, grasping wildly for his arm. I didn't dare look at his face. Antonio stopped moving and I continued to hold onto him lightly, my arms shaking.

"Antonio, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry that I disappointed you… Dammit… I've really been an ass haven't I?" I said with remorse. Shit, what was I saying? Since when the hell do I apologize? Since when did I become a humble person? Fuck it. I said what I meant and I meant what I said and I'm not going to take it back.

Antonio set down the cake and turned, facing me, his face a mixture of oblivious shock and confusion. "Lo-" suddenly, there was a resounding splat. We both turned and saw that the cake had fallen and was all over the floor. Exasperated, I grabbed a towel and kneeled down, beginning to clean it up.

"I'll clean this up, you just go to everyone else," I sighed, not looking up. A few moments passed and I thought he had left. That damn bastard, I thought, looking forlornly at the splattered mess, tears coming hotly to my eyes. I would have noticed that he was gone if I had been paying attention, but it was too late and by the time I saw Antonio's hand he had already shoved a handful of mushy cake in my face.

"WHAT THE HELL!" I shouted angrily, wiping the frosting off of my face. Antonio grinned at me. "You looked down and I wanted to cheer you up!" he explained gleefully.

"And you thought THAT would make me happier you bastard?" I grumbled in annoyance. Antonio grinned stupidly. God how I wanted to wipe that idiotic grin off of his face. Therefore, when the option to exact my revenge came in a handful of cake, I didn't hesitate. I should have known that that would just make his grin even bigger.

He looked ridiculous: his tan face was covered in blotches of frosting and there was a strawberry on his cheek. I couldn't help but laugh.

"You look ridiculous!" I chuckled, feeling my face smile felt strangely foreign. Antonio smiled gloriously at me.

"That's the smile I've been waiting for," he said softly, brushing some of the frosting off of my face. His eyes were filled with kindness. I could feel my face going numb.

"A-Antonio? What DID you want for your birthday?" I asked apprehensively. Antonio looked pensive as he mulled the thought over.

"Hmm, well I really did like the shirt that Alfred got me, that was quite nice. Feli's gift was cute too," he paused and looked at me, a blob of frosting sliding down his face. "But I guess what I wanted was anything from you," he gave me the kindest smile I had ever seen.

"Hah, well, I guess you're out of luck then, because I don't have anything," I laughed uncomfortably.

Antonio gave me a mischievous smile. "No?" he said with a tone of dubiousness.

"Yeah, I have nothing," I pouted; he just wanted to rub it in didn't he?

Antonio pursed his lips in contemplation and he looked me straight in the eye.

"I think… That maybe you have SOMETHING," he said, his eyes rolling then lowering in a playful way.

What the hell was this bastard talking about? I stared at him in confusion. I hated it when my mind jumped to conclusions, especially when it involved Antonio because my presumptions were usually dead wrong.

"I don't get what you're saying, I didn't bring anything," I said, trying to get him to say what was on his mind straightly. I hated this roundabout way of talking.

"You brought yourself, I think that's enough," Antonio smiled. "I told you already, that of all of the people I want at my birthday, I want you," he said, his eyes lowered and he smiled. It was a haunted smile, not the usual jolly one.

"Dammit you're making no sense," I said in frustration. Could he really be saying what I think he was? Dammit he's such an idiot I can never tell if he's just joking. However, what he said next confirmed it.

"All I want is you, Lovino," he said simply.

That did it, my face burst into color and I scooted away from him in shock. There was no denying now that I was right. He really did feel the same way as I did.

"Ah," I looked away from him, confused on what to do. I glanced at him and saw that he was blushing slightly, probably wondering whether I was mad at him or not or if his words had sunk in. Yes, dammit, they had you idiot. Well, that damn pervert is right; this really is the only present that I can give Antonio. Something that he probably never thought he'd ever have.

"Antonio," I said, feigning confidence. He looked at me, unsure of what to be prepared for. I'm almost certain he wasn't prepared for me.

"Feliz cumpleaños," I put my arm against the wall he was leaning against. My heart was racing, palpitating uncontrollably. His eyes emoted complete surprise as I leaned in and softly touched my lips to his, my eyes were squeezed shut. I felt his hand find mine and he lightly took hold of it, his fingers enveloping mine and gently caressing me.

He gradually pulled away from me and he looked at me with caring eyes, a slight smile on his face. Antonio put one hand on the back of my head, and raised my hand over my head and pressed it against the wall, he smiled at me. "Feliz cumpleaños a mí," he whispered and pulled me in.

It seems I really did find the perfect gift for Antonio. And it was with me all along. Damn Spanish bastard.