CHAPTER ONE

Hey guys. This is a story very loosely based off an alternate ending I wrote for another one of my stories. This was originally intended to be a one shot, as was the other one, but apparently I am not physically capable of writing a one shot and they all seem to end up being two chapters. Anyway. I own nothing. If I did, I'm sure I wouldn't be driving a used car.

I'm posting the two chapters together so there won't be any author's note in between. I hope you like it! I know a few of my friends had something to say about it...Enjoy!

They'd met a few months earlier. Three to be exact. Antonio could remember perfectly the first time he had ever seen Lovino. He was at a birthday party for his friend's younger brother, Ludwig. Ludwig's boyfriend Feliciano was a hyper little Italian. Antonio was talking to Feliciano when his attention was captured by a pair of large brown eyes. Antonio caught the eyes for a moment before they looked away. The Spaniard couldn't take his eyes off the figure that was sulking in the corner.

"Feliciano, who is that?" He had cut into the Italian's rant about pasta.

Feliciano pouted as he followed Antonio's line of vision then smiled big. "Oh! That's my fratello, Lovino!"

Antonio's brow furrowed. "Why does he look so angry?"

"I made him come here. Anyways. So I was making the pasta and..." Feliciano resumed his rant. Antonio didn't catch a word. He kept his eyes on the Italian in the corner. His adorable little frown and his distinct curl that would bounce slightly with his every move. They caught Antonio's eyes. He felt that someone should make the boy smile. He'd look even more beautiful if he did.

Antonio walked away from Feliciano and over to Lovino. "Hola! I'm Antonio."

"Fuck off." Antonio was caught off guard. He hadn't expected something like that. The guy hadn't even bothered to look at him.

Antonio smiled. "So you're Lovino, right?" He saw the smaller man tense. :"Feliciano told me." Lovino scowled. "Do you want to eat something? There's lots of food here."

"I said Fuck off, bastard." Antonio frowned. Maybe he was wrong. maybe the kid couldn't smile.

"Ok. It you insist." He sighed. "I'm going to go find a tomato. See ya.." As he walked away, he realised two things. One: he almost liked how Lovino had called him 'bastard'. Two: he was pretty sure that he has seen Lovino perk up at the word tomato.

A few minutes later, Antonio had one tomato in his hand as he walked back by Lovino. He could tell that the Italian had been watching him and was now ignoring him on purpose. It was cute.

Antonio tapped Lovino on the shoulder and held out the tomato. "Here. For you."

Lovino stared blankly at the tomato for a few moments before Antonio saw something amazing happen. The faintest of smiles came to Lovino's lips. "Thanks...bastard."

Antonio grinned. He was in love with this boy.

Lovino often thought of how he has come to love this man. He was loud and annoying and hyperactive and perfect in every way. His large green eyes were always so happy. His smiled always made Lovino feel better. Lovino knew he could never love anyone else as much as he loved Antonio. He was everything Lovino never knew he needed.

That was all Lovino could think about at the moment. how much he loved Antonio and now needed him in his life. He could think of nothing else as he felt the same man's hands all over his body.

Lovino was laying on Antonio's bed, his lips pressed against Antonio's and his hands on his love's strong chest. Antonio leaned over Lovino as he played his tongue in Lovino's mouth and his hands over his body.

Lovino's mind raced. He loved Antonio, but he'd never said it out loud. Antonio had said it many times and was happy, even without a return of the I love you. But Lovino wanted to say it now. He wanted to say it so badly.

Lovino pulled out of the kiss and gasped as Antonio moved his lips to Lovino's neck. Lovino had never wanted Antonio like this. The most they'd ever done was kiss. But he wanted so much more now. He could tell Antonio did too.

Lovino moaned softly as Antonio sucked at the skin on his neck. "T-Toni. I-I...I love you." Antonio lifted his head with wide, bright eyes.

"I lo-" Antonio's phone cut him short as his ringtone blared. Antonio sighed and pulled out his phone from his pants pocket. He sat up, his back to Lovino, and answered his phone.

Lovino propped up on his elbows and stared at Antonio's back. All he needed was for Antonio to say it back. He wasn't like Antonio. He needed Antonio to respond. To say he loved him. He became more panicked the longer Antonio stayed on the phone.

Antonio hung up and stood. "Sorry, Lovino. Gilbert needs me to come over." He turned to face Lovino and Lovino put on a fake smile.

"Oh. I'll get my stuff and head home then." Antonio frowned. Lovino knew what he was going to say. "It's fine. Really. Feliciano wants to see me anyways." He was smiling but mentally begging Antonio to see through his lie.

Antonio smiled. "Ok. I'll call you later." He kissed Lovino quickly and ran out of his apartment with his shirt in hand. But no I love you.

Lovino curled into a ball on the bed and laid there. It was a few hours before he fell asleep.

Lovino woke up in the middle of the night. He got up and walked through the apartment. Antonio wasn't home. He didn't want to go back to the large, empty bed. He laid down on the couch and started to drift back to sleep, waiting for Antonio to come home.

Lovino jumped awake when he heard a key in the lock. He heard voices. Someone was with Antonio. Antonio opened the door but didn't bother to turn the lights on. As he walked in he said, "Don't worry, guys. Lovino's gone. He went home earlier."

"Bon. I don't think he likes me anyway." Lovino cringed at the French accent. Francis.

"He doesn't like either of us. He just can't handle mein awesomeness!" Lovino cringed again. Gilbert. he hated those two. They were loud and annoying and hyperactive. Lovino didn't like it one bit. Not to mention that they were both perverts and were always all over his Spaniard.

Lovino stayed hidden on the couch as he watched the trio over its back. He could have killed Gilbert when he put an arm around Antonio's waist. "Come on, Toni. Let's have some fun."

"No, guys. I already told you. I'm dating Lovino. I can't do that." Lovino was a bit relieved. That meant that Antonio really was faithful and did love him.

Gilbert wrapped his other arm around Antonio and pulled them together. Lovino growled quietly but wasn't heard. "I know you haven't gotten laid since you two started dating. The little brat's holding out on you."

Antonio frowned. "Don't call him that." Gilbert rolled his eyes and Antonio sighed. "Seriously thought. I can't."

"How about this. You let us mess around with you for five minutes. If you want us to stop at the end of the five minutes we will." Antonio hesitated before nodding. "Good. And don't worry. Your little boyfriend never has to know." Lovino's heart sunk.

The three disappeared into Antonio's room. Lovino could hear stray moans and other noises coming from the room. But never the word 'Stop'. When five minutes was long gone and the noise didn't stop, Lovino was crushed.

Lovino swung open the bedroom door and it slammed against the wall. What he saw killed him. Antonio was thrusting into Francis as Gilbert thrust into Antonio from behind. None of them looked up or noticed when the door slammed open.

Lovino screamed at the top of his lungs, "YOU CHEATING BASTARD!"

Antonio's head whipped to face Lovino and he gasped. "Lovino! I-"

Lovno ran. He left his things and ran. He could barely see through his tears. In the distance behind him, he could hear Antonio yelling for him.

Lovino didn't care. He had loved Antonio. He'd finally told him so. And Antonio never said it back. Instead he had sex with his friends where they had almost done so just a few hours before. He was a cheating bastard. Lovino had given his heart to Antonio and it had been stomped on by the damn bastard.

Antonio screamed after Lovno and chased him, wearing only his jeans. But it didn't matter. He couldn't see Lovino. It was pointless. He fell to his knees and wept. He loved Lovino. He never wanted to hurt him. He was a fool.

Antonio screamed at Gilbert and Francis when they tried to talk to him. He slapped Gilbert, leaving a red mark on his face that would soon bruise.

That was the start of it all. He'd been drunk that night when he brought his friends home. His judgement was bad. And he'd ended up making the worst mistake of his life. He never touched a drop of alcohol again.

Everyone kept saying that it was only a three month relationship, that it was no big deal and he'd get over it quickly.

But Antonio just got worse. In that short time, he had fallen completely in love with Lovino. He had never loved anyone like this before. He had bought a ring for Lovino. He wanted to be with him forever. Now Antonio had nothing. Without Lovino, he had nothing. He would spend his days lying in his bed, crying. Sometimes he would play with the ring he had bought for Lovino.

Antonio never heard from Lovino. He asked, but no one knew where he had gone. Not even Feliciano, who had hit Antonio upon sight. Antonio had given up. Lovino was gone.