"Gracias por todo, creo que con todo lo que ha pasado…..Si entiendo…si, vale" Antonio sighed placing down the phone; just another angry phone call from his boss. They have been very frequent lately. Things in his home are not doing so well. Everyone is frustrated, angry, and anxious. Of course, with his luck, his boss yells at him. Ah, how I wish things were better. If only he had the same luck as his French best friend. Even though people are always on strike in France, he always seems to have jobs. Even with his constant wine drinking he has enough stability to do so without worrying about what is going to happen tomorrow. I bet he doesn't have a budget, or be wary of what to buy. Ah, wouldn't it be great just to sit out on a beach chair all day, drinking some delicious orange juice and just relax? Ah, wouldn't that be nice?

"Hey bastard, what's with that face of yours? Are you constipated?" Antonio turned over to the hot headed Italian lounging on his couch, his golden eyes staring up at Antonio, with his usual scowl. He's another one, thought Antonio. He's in the same boat as me, but…at least he has his brother. Instead of worrying about his economic issues he comes here.

Antonio's green eyes widened, his eyes zoned in on Lovino's hand. There! In his hands he holds a precious tangerine, one that I was saving as a snack today. I was going to eat that after a stressful meeting at 4:00. That delicious orange bittersweet fruit was to be mine. Now, Lovino munches on it with great pleasure.

"No, I'm not constipated, just worried. You should be as well! Italy's economy is doing horribly. Aren't you upset at all?"

"That's not my problem, my little brother is dealing with that" Lovino snapped continuing to bite into a tiny slice of tangerine, the juices flowing down his fingers. Mm, I bet his fingers taste as sweet as the fruit.

Antonio hastened towards the Italian's side, kneeling in front of him "Do you want to run away Lovino?" The Spaniard whispered slowly grabbing Lovino's hands in his own. Slowly, he pulled the brunette's fingers to his mouth. Antonio's tongue roamed gently around the wet fingers. Mm, it's just as I thought, sweet. The edges of his mouth twitched upwards. Oh how I wish we could run away. "W…What are you doing? Let go of me!" Lovino flustered his cheeks burning a rich red colour. What a lovely shade of red, how ravishing. Ah, I wish I could run away to the beach with Lovi. I wish I can drink some orange juice with my lovely Italian. Francis may have a better economy but that French man will never have my Lovino.

"Te amo, Lovino"

"I…..love you too, Spanish bastard."