The day was cold, very cold, and Lovino hated it. He was trudging through the snow with a drunken Antonio. All the way scolding about how those two idiots he called friends were just that, idiots. Antonio however, was paying absolutely no attention to him, but instead, to a squirrel that was running alongside them.

"Hey Antonio! Are you even listening?" Lovino asked irritably

The Spaniard just responded with, "The squirrel's gonna freeze out here."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Lovino questioned.

Antonio pointed towards the squirrel.

"Why the hell do you care about a stupid squirrel? They're nothing but vermin." Lovino said disgusted, squirrels were not one of his most favoured animals.

"Lovino! How could you say that, I mean, I know it's stupid, running about all willy-nilly in the freezing cold, but it's certainly not vermin!" Antonio scolded.

Lovino rolled his eyes and said "Whatever, moron"

Antonio sighed and continued watching the squirrel. Out of nowhere he said, "I wanna eat that squirrel."

Lovino had to think about that for a moment before responding with, "You…want… to eat the squirrel?"

"Yup," replied a cheery Spaniard "I mean we could totally do it. Just eat it ya'know?"

Lovino turned and looked at him questioningly before saying, "You seriously need to lay off the booze."

Before anything else could be said, Antonio took off after the squirrel that scurried to get away.

"Hey Antonio! Get back here you bastard!" Lovino called, running after the Spaniard.

Lovino turned the corner and the sight shocked him. Antonio was sitting on the sidewalk, presumably chewing on the squirrels head. It's bloodied body in his hands. He swallowed and took another bite from the squirrel's body. Blood squirted onto his face, and Lovino cringed at the sight.

Taking a shaky step forwards he questioned "Antonio?"

Antonio turned towards him "Hm?"

"W-why are you e-eating a squirrel?" Lovino asked feeling more that uneasy.

"Well, because I could." Antonio replied, happily taking another bite out of the creature.

"Antonio. Come on, we need to get you home." Lovino said, shakily extending a hand out to the Spaniard.

Antonio looked at Lovino, he was pale and shaking. His eyes were looking towards the ground and there was the faintest hint of fear in them, an emotion Antonio seldom saw. Antonio put down the remains of the dead squirrel and took Lovino's hand, it was cold.

"Lovino, are you cold?" Antonio asked the quivering Italian

Lovino looked at him pink tinting his cheeks, "W-well no shit Sherlock! It's fucking freezing out here!" He said as he pulled Antonio up off the ground.

"Yeah, but you're really pale."

"Would you stop interrogating me!?" Lovino yelled

"Alright, alright." Antonio said, hands up in surrender

"God, sometimes it's hard to tell when you're drunk and when you're sober, you're pretty much the same all around." Lovino murmured stuffing his hands into his pockets and walking towards their house.

Antonio chuckled, "Yeah."

When they got home, Antonio immediately passed out the moment he hit the couch and Lovino plopped down onto the chair next to it. He was equally as tired and fell asleep not long after.

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Lovino woke up to whimpering, and as he blinked the sleep from his eyes, he recognised the sound to be Antonio who was on the couch beside him. His face was red and when Lovino put a hand to his forehead, he drew it back with a hiss, for his head was burning hot. 'Shit, he's sick' Lovino thought as he got a wet rag from the kitchen and placed it atop Antonio's forehead, his whimpering succumbing a little.

Not long after, Antonio awoke with a terrible headache, nausea, and he felt as if he were on fire. He painfully made his way to the kitchen sink, vomiting up a brown liquid. "Ugh" Antonio fell to the floor, his legs felt like jelly and he felt he would pass out at any moment. Lovino walked into the kitchen to find a slumped over Antonio against the cabinets.

"L-Lovino." Antonio said in a hoarse voice.

Lovino was shocked; he looked just about dead except for the redness emanating from his skin. Romano helped Antonio up and brought him to his car.

"w-where are….we going?" Antonio asked exasperatedly.

"The hospital." Lovino answered bluntly.

When they got there he was admitted immediately.