Romulus be quite scary despite his normally kind hearted nature.
Antonio gulped.
He was also worried about how Lovi would take his confession.
Antonio had been a family friend of their's for a long time, and it wasn't until recently that he realised that he was in love with Lovino.
Lovi was everything to the Spanaird.
Sadly, it was harder to tell how Lovino felt about Antonio.
Antonio knocked on the door which Feliciano soon opened; he was Lovino's younger brother.
"Ciao Big Brother Antonio! Would you like to come in?" Feli chirped in greeting; Feliciano and Antonio weren't really related, but 'Big Brother Antonio' had been Feli's nickname for him for as long as Antonio could remember.
At this moment though Antonio didn't find it cute as it reminded him of how he was just a family friend whom many had assumed had been related to them, and when they were kids they had thought that they really were family.
"Uh, sí." Antonio answered.
Feliciano beamed; Feli was so cute!
The Spanaird nearly hugged the younger boy, and cooed at his cuteness until he remembered why he was here.
Lovino happened to be in the kitchen doing homework while Romulus cooked dinner.
"Um." Antonio gulped; how was he supposed to do this?
He had gotten Lovi's attention with that nervous mumble as Lovino had looked over at him.
"What is it, Antonio?" Lovino had developed a habit of censoring himself at least slightly in front of his father.
"I uh really like you." Antonio confessed.
"Because we're friends." Lovino finished what Antonio had said; a blush spread down Lovino's face as if he already knew the real meaning behind Antonio's words.
"I mean that I love you." Antonio finished to clarify what he had actually meant.
"You bastard!" Lovino hissed in a lower voice than he normally used as to not have his father hear him.
"Huh?" Whispered Antonio in surprise at that particular comment.
Feli seemed to have fled from the room at some point as if by magic.
"Did you just say that you are in love with my son?" Romulus roared.
"S-sí?" Antonio was not easily scared, but Romulus's tone of voice made the Spanaird tremble in fear.
"How old are you, 'Toni?" The way that Romulus used Antonio's nickname only scared him more.
"Diez y nueve, Señor." Antonio stammered out in his native tongue.
"English, son." Romulus growled out.
"N-nineteen, sir." Antonio's voice trembled as he translated himself for the older, Italian man.
"How old is my son?" He demanded Antonio to tell him.
"S-s-sixteen, but he's about to turn seventeen." Antonio was hopeful that Romulus would accept the slight age difference.
"He is not seventeen yet!" Roared Romulus. "I wouldn't even let you date if he was seventeen!"
Antonio yelped.
"I don't ever want to see your Spanish ass even stop with in an inch of our house! Do you understand?" Romulus shouted at him.
Antonio nodded his head.
"Well?" Romulus wanted Antonio to say it, so that it would sink in better.
"Y-yes, sir." Antonio scrambled out of the door in a hurry.
He was soon startled by a hand that had tugged on his own; Antonio stopped.
"Bastard, listen to me next time." Lovino's voice was softer than Antonio had ever imagined hearing it.
"How do you feel?" Antonio could not bring himself to say the two words that would have completed the sentence.
"Ti amo anch' io, Tomato Bastard," Lovino answered him.
"Te amo, Lovi." Antonio pulled him close, and pressed his lips against his in a short, gentle, and loving kiss.