This is a companion story to my other fic, When the Sunshine Falters, telling Lovino and Antonio's POVs. I've tried to make it so they are separate enough to make sense on it's own, but it might make a little more sense if you read both. Thanks.

O Sole Mio(Youtube): watch?v=-uWPXYTk0wY

Spring 1912

Fonte D'olio in Italy

Lovino was adamant. He crossed his arms. "I said no, okay?"

Feliciano sighed. "But you always do it, why not now? I want to dance." He said it almost wistfully.

"Because I said so. Why don't you ask Grandpa to sing for you?"

"Because he's speaking to that man. Come on, 'because you said so' isn't a valid excuse."

"Uh.. because it'll be rude to the man?"

"But you're rude anyway." Feliciano closed the kitchen door. "There you go, the door's closed. Now he won't hear you."

Lovino glared into the pleading eyes of his little brother and sighed.

"Fine, but just one song." Feliciano clapped excitedly at the defeat of his brother. Lovino cleared his throat and went over to the gramophone. He checked to see if it was the right vinyl, which it was, and wound it up as much as he could. Feliciano bounced eagerly as he waited for the music to start. The whole piece was instrumental, but Lovino provided vocals. O Sole Mio was one of his favourites and he had sung it many times before. His talent for singing rivalled that of Grandpa's and both of them knew it. He was also known for having two left feet, as Feliciano had always been the better dancer. Lovino didn't know how they got to that conclusion, since nobody had seen him dance before.

In the next room Antonio was just bidding farewell to Roma at the front door, when he heard music come from the kitchen. He stopped speaking and listened to the music; a mixture of a pre-recorded song and the elegance of opera being sung live drew Antonio back into the room.

"Ah, must be my grandsons. Feliciano must've persuaded Lovino to sing for him again." Roma's voice seemed distant and flat compared to the seemingly perfect deliverance of every note sung in the other room.

"It's beautiful." Antonio whispered. He walked back into the room a little. Roma did so as well, making it to the door from which the melody emanated. He opened it a crack and gestured for Antonio to come watch. Antonio hesitated for a moment, not sure if he wanted to see the face of this alluring tune. In the end he gave in to his desires and marched over to where Roma was standing. From where he stood, Antonio could only see the dancing figure of what he guessed was Feliciano, swirling along to the music. He was a bit disappointed. Not being able to see the talented singer was a bit annoying, but Antonio could live with it for now. However, his curiosity was eating him up. He strained his neck to see more of the room, when there was an instrumental break in the music. Feliciano grabbed something from out of Antonio's sight and pulled it into view. It was a young man a little older than Feliciano, and he took Antonio's breath away. He could not think of anything more amazingly handsome. Feliciano spun his brother around a little, which earned him a scowl and a smack to the back of his head. Antonio guessed this was Lovino. Lovino folded his arms and backed out of the view of Antonio. The singing and dancing continued. It seemed to go on for decades, but at the same time it was over all too quickly. The performance was over; Antonio felt lost. Roma gently shut the door again. He smiled proudly down at Antonio.

"Talented young men, are they not?"

Antonio seemed a million miles away, still staring at the door. "Ah, yes. Of course." Antonio blinked a couple times then looked back at Roma. "They are YOU'RE grandsons, after all."

Roma chuckled. "Would you like to meet them?"

"Yes." Antonio was too eager, but he didn't care. He desperately wanted to meet Lovino, to get to know him. Roma burst through the kitchen door.

"Grandpa!" Roma was met with a hug from the youngest of the two.

"Grandpa." Lovino wondered why Grandpa was in here with them, and not in the next room with the man. A man who was obviously more important than himself or Feliciano to have the whole afternoon with Grandpa. Wait, who was that at the door. Lovino tensed up at the sight of an unruly man with messy hair which fell in all the right places, and sparkling emerald eyes which seemed to dissolve all anger. Lovino had to force his breathing to keep from suffocating at the sight of this terribly handsome man. Roma pulled away from Feliciano, gesturing to him in the process.

"This is Feliciano, my youngest, and this" He strode to where Lovino was standing and placed a prominent hand on his shoulder. "Is Lovino, my eldest. You two, this is Antonio, a good friend of mine."

Antonio was first attacked by Feliciano in a huge hug then, as standard greeting, was kissed on both cheeks. Lovino felt a little jealous and he didn't know why.

"Good to meet you, Feliciano." Antonio smiled.

"Good to meet you too, Antonio, but you can call me Feli."

Antonio ruffled Feliciano's hair "Okay, FELI." Feliciano giggled and Antonio turned his attention to Lovino. Lovino, who had been staring intently at Antonio prior, looked away quickly.

"Don't be rude, Lovi." Roma slapped him on the back. He scowled once again and reluctantly made his way to the grinning idiot.

Antonio offered his hand and Lovino took it, trying not to seem too eager to know this man.

"Nice to meet you, Lovi." Antonio was too cheerful and Lovino didn't like it.

"Just keep it Lovino." Lovino narrowed his eyes at Antonio. The two stood in silence for a moment, hands still clasped in mid-shake. It seemed like they were the only two people in the world and neither of them wanted to pull away. Roma decided to interrupt this little staring contest. He clapped his hands, getting the attention of everyone in the room.

"I think Antonio should stay for dinner." He suggested and Feliciano agreed. Lovino and Antonio both seemed to let go at the same time and both of them consequently felt utterly alone.

Later on, during dinner, Roma told his grandsons how he and Antonio met. He explained how he had been touring Spain to perform the opera The Magic Flute in different parts of the country. Antonio had seen a performance and asked for singing lessons from Roma. It was quite some time ago, and Antonio had only been a little boy, but all these years later he still remembered Roma's lessons. Antonio himself had toured many other countries when he was older, including Germany and France; singing for hundreds, thousands, and sometimes even royalty. He had made many friends along the way, but decided to look for a peaceful life in the Italian countryside.

Feliciano was fascinated by all this new information and asked tonnes of questions about Antonio's travels. Lovino pretended to be disinterested, picking at his pasta instead, but was listening carefully to every word Antonio said. When it came for the Spaniard to leave Lovino felt slightly disheartened. He wanted to speak more with Antonio; Antonio wanted to find out more about Lovino. Although, both of them didn't bother to address the problem. Instead Antonio left the farmhouse with a small wave, leaving Lovino to watch after him as he made his way back into town. Lovino instantly started to worry if Antonio made it back the the local inn in one piece; what with the darkened country roads being able to get easily lost in, and the bottle of wine Antonio had drunk as the night progressed. Lovino pushed the thoughts out of his head. Why was he worrying about a man he had just met? They probably wouldn't meet again anyway, no matter how sorrowful Lovino felt about that fact.

Down the road, Antonio was feeling the same way. He was supposed to leave the next day, but how could he leave this place when perfection resided within?