It had all started four years in advance. Antonio could still recollect the events prior to their relationship, when he was secluded and glum. When he had to summon Feliciano to navigate him home from the neighboring bar, where he was drinking his agony away. Francis and Gilbert were in fruitful, exultant relationships with the men of their selection while he remained alone. He was from the country of passionate, but he failed to find any in America.

"A-Antonio…. You're really heavy… Oh, gee!" Feliciano whined as they stumbled into the Spaniard's household. The Italian continued to wail about his weight, attempting to assist him to his bed. He only made it as distant as the living room couch before he collapsed on the floor. Antonio toppled as well, releasing his arm from around the auburn haired male's neck. His face scraped the floor and he gave a low moan before spinning onto his back. He slurred a drunken sentence and wiped the dribble from his lips, groaning noisily before passing out. Pouting, Feliciano decided the floor was sanitary enough and got a blanket, flinging it over the brunette.

"Ve…." Feliciano curled up on the couch and coasted into a slumber additionally. The next morning, when it was deep in the afternoon and Antonio was nursing his hangover, he listened to the other vent about his life; love, sex, and general. Feigning understanding, he served breakfast to him and spun around in a kitchen chair while the Spanish male ate.

"But at least you have a job, Toni! Many people don't have jobs!" Antonio shrugged, admitting he was right. "Oh! And friends. You have Francis and Gilbert. And me!"

He beamed, making Antonio wonder how he could be so impossibly cute. Ludwig was so lucky that Feliciano loved him so much, or else Antonio would have claimed him for himself. Moaning as he chewed his food, Feliciano suddenly gave a squeak as he remembered something. He quickly swallowed before turning to Antonio, who blinked and rubbed his head at his sudden noise.

"Toni! Toni, I have great news! I know someone you can date! He's single, too!" Antonio considered it before nodding in appreciation. He cut into his omelet and pierced a portion with his fork. Munching, he raised his eyebrows in curiosity.

"Oh! Hold on, I'll get my laptop." Feliciano hopped out of his seat and raced out of the room. Later, when Antonio was finished and dipping his dishes into the sink, he returned with a cream colored laptop with the golden, cursive name Vargas on the surface. It was surely expensive and custom made. Opening the device, he logged on and got online. Antonio stood beside him as he went onto an app for webcam communication. He dialed someone and waited for the ringing to halt.

"He's my big brother, Lovino. He lives in Italy and models for a living. He's famous there. See, look!" He dashed into the living room and yanked a magazine out of a rack out them. Running back, he hopped back onto the seat and shoved it in Antonio's face. The Spaniard sputtered and grabbed it, moving it away from his nose so he could see the front cover.

"I can't quite see, Feli- Oh… Oh… Ay, he's… He's gorgeous." Feliciano giggled, noting that Lovino didn't answer and started to call him again. He tapped the counter, begging him to pick up under his breath. Lovino needed a boyfriend, especially one that would make him less isolated and cold. He had always been a mean person, even as a baby.

"Damn it, Feli, what the hell do you want, I'm bu- The fuck? Who is that?" Antonio's attention was caught by the flickering of the laptop as a face appeared on the screen. Secondly, he was intrigued by Lovino's voice and thirdly, by the fact that he was speaking in Italian. Luckily, the Spaniard was trilingual. He spoke English, Spanish, and Italian. He would have been shocked by his cursing, seeing as he was related to Feliciano, but somehow his mouth felt dry. Was this was love at first s- hearing felt like? He licked his lips, willing himself to speak.

"Um… H-Hello, Lovino. I'm Antonio, Feli's friend." Lovino looked him up and down in confusion before glaring at him. He turned his head to his brother, ignoring the goggling Antonio.

"Hi, Lovi! I love you!" Feliciano chirped, waving crazily. His brother rolled his eyes and looked behind himself. It appeared he was in a dressing room and was video chatting them without consent. He turned back and frowned, not softening his deadly stare.

"Feliciano, does your brother speak English?" Antonio questioned in a low voice. It wasn't very necessary, seeing Lovino only furrowed his eyebrows and muttered something in Italian. Feliciano shook his head, suddenly gasping and cupping a hand over his mouth.

"Oh, is that a problem? I'm so sorry! I just thought-"

"What the fuck is he saying? Why is he upset? Answer me, damn it! You bastard, what'd you say to my little brother? I'll kill you!" Antonio waved his hands back and forth quickly, trying to comfort both of the Italians.

"No, no, no! It's okay, it's fine! Don't cry! Everyone calm down!" Lovino started to curse and spit at him while Feliciano ranted in Italian about how bad of a friend he was. Eventually, through all the chaos, the oldest Italian somehow managed to clumsily drop the electronic he was using. Blushing furiously, he tried to pluck it off of the floor, only to drop it again. Drying his tears, Feliciano watched him struggle. Lovino decided to just give up, stomping on the screen in between words.

"Fuck. You. You. Lousy. Piece. Of. Shit!" Miraculously, he failed to render the device destroyed and just bent down, glaring at the two. He poked at the broken glass, trying to end the call on the device. He hissed as he cut his finger, sucking on it with an overwhelmed expression. It was so… So…. Cute.

"Feli, he's… He's perfect!"

"He is?" Feliciano asked, bewildered. He looked at Antonio doubtfully for a moment before stretching his mouth into a smile.

"He is! Yay!" Lovino stared at him, the definition of puzzled and completely out of the loop. He leaned forward, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" Feliciano seemed to flinch and remember he was there. He turned back to his brother and grinned.

"Lovi, guess what: Antonio wants to date you!"

"Perfecto! Perfecto, perfecto! Gracias!Your hermanois so precious! He's so cute!" Antonio bragged, making Feliciano giggle. Lovino turned a darker red, having a vague idea of what was going on.

"Perfecto? Bullshit! I am not, you bastard! And what makes you think I want to date you? Idiot!" Antonio couldn't help but feel a bit dizzy at all the languages revolving between them, but he was conscious enough to know that Lovino was speaking his native language and his love for him was growing bigger. So he didn't know English, but knew Spanish and Italian, which was a big plus. He knew Spanish better than English and he wasn't very good at math, but he knew that they added up well. His heart nearly beating out of his chest at the thought of dating this treasurable Italian model, he swiveled in his seat to face Feliciano.

"Please, convince him to go out with me! I want him, I want him so bad! He's meant for me, I just know it!" Feliciano nodded, turning back to his sibling, who looked conflicted and flustered. His mouth continuously twisted between a scowl and a pout before he just settled with burying his red face in his palms. He trembled in embarrassment and annoyance.

"Feli…"

"Ve? Uh… Lovi, I promise Antonio's a good guy! He really likes you, even after watching you make a fool out of yourself! I mean- Please, just trust me, Lovi! In fact, he doesn't even care that you're a model! He's…" Lovino spread his fingers apart, revealing his beautiful olive eyes. Antonio smiled, making him turn dark again and close his fingers. Tilting his head, the Spaniard chuckled at his sudden shy behavior.

"I don't know… We won't even be able to go on dates. I'm always in Italy and you're in America, damn it… Messaging and video chatting will eventually get boring and… Y-You'll leave me, because I can't give you want you need…" His voice cracked as he said the words, swallowing thickly. Antonio cooed softly.

"Aww… I'll never get bored with you. The way you act is so adorable. As long as you always give me attention, I'll never leave you. I'll be like a little puppy you can't keep away." Lovino dropped his hands and his lips quivered. There was a silence, in which the two patiently waited for his answer. He looked down, straightening his hair between two fingers. Flickering his eyes to Antonio's, he seemed to try to shrink in himself.

"F-Fine… Feli, give him my info… I'm not adorable…." With that, he clicked out of the app and Antonio couldn't stop smiling for anything. He was given Lovino's username for a messaging app so he wouldn't get any charges (and his cell phone number additionally) and they started talking. Little by little; but eventually Antonio couldn't put his phone down and always took it with him. He called Lovino's phone every once in a while with his approval and didn't mind paying a bit extra for over sea charges. He never had it on silent and would reply to Lovino's needy messages instantaneously. He didn't care that the Italian secretly craved his attention and didn't like being alone. The other models often picked on him due to his low self-esteem, but Lovino couldn't find it in himself to give a shit when he had an amazing boyfriend who made him feel happy for once in his life. Antonio fell deeply in love with him and would follow his modeling, watching him when he appeared on TV and in his magazines which he ordered through the mail. He found himself searching his boyfriend online while at work and making secret calls to him whenever it became too much. He'd end up accidentally writing his name on important papers and mailed him gifts.

Lovino never got a break from his career and his manager was too demanding. He went to parties and was often required to make sexual displays with other models, which Antonio strongly disapproved of. It was childish, but he gave him kisses through their webcams and Lovino would respond bashfully in the same way. They shared secrets and he grew to know everything about the other. Francis and Gilbert, his roommates, thought he was crazy for trying to manage a long distance relationship. After a few years, they assumed Lovino was imaginary and tried to convince him to see other people. It was no use. Four years after their relationship started, Antonio waited when Lovino was about to strut down a catwalk when he stopped him.

"Lovi!" Lovino stopped and walked back to his iPad, his eyebrows raised. He bent down to look at his boyfriend, frowning lightly. He was going to be late and this was important to his boss.

"What?"

"I love you." Lovino flushed and nodded, crossing his arms.

"I love you, too, dummy." His lips pursed, his eyes shining. Antonio chuckled at his inability to wholeheartedly insult him and blew him a kiss. Lovino shyly returned the gesture and started to walk away to enter the fashion show.

"Wait, Lovi!" Lovino groaned and stomped back to his dressing room, biting his lip.

"What?" Antonio innocently smiled.

"Nothing, my love." Lovino gave him a long, suspicious stare before starting to trudge away.

"…. Lovi! Lovi, Lovi, Lovi, Lovi!" The brunette cried out in frustration and stormed back over, about to chew him out.

"What the h… H-Helll…." Lovino slurred, his tongue caught in his mouth. He slowly moved closer and looked at the ring in Antonio's hand, his breathing speeding up. Did… Did this mean what he thought it meant? The Spaniard was down on one knee, smiling charmingly as he showcased a ring in his hand. Who was holding his phone if…? Oh, it didn't matter! Lovino gulped, gingerly picking up his iPad. He creased his eyebrows, trying to gather the courage to speak.

"Lovino Vargas…. Will you marry me?" His heart began to jump around in his ribcage, his face paling. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't fucking breathe.

"Vargas!" Someone yelled from near him, urging him to hurry up. He licked his lips and nodded. Antonio absolutely melted as Lovino started to cry, trying to muffle the sounds. He dropped the tablet, falling to his knees in pure joy. He sobbed softly on the ground, rolling onto his back and weeping out one word.

"Yes…. Yes…" Antonio grinned and got off of his knee, taking his phone back and speaking into it as Lovino continued to cry.

"Lovi… Lovi, listen… I'm going to mail you the ring, sweetie… Aww… Stop crying. I love you so much, Lovi… I'm going to mail you the ring and a ticket to America. If you want, you can choose to live with me over here. After the wedding, we'll buy a big house and you'll be my husband, sweetie. You'll be all mine."

That had been the best day of Antonio's life. But now, it would become a close second after this present day. The brunette was driving to the airport to pick up his love. Francis and Gilbert had decided to tag along with him, betting on whether he was real or not. But Antonio was too happy to respond to their daftness, he was too excited to see Lovino for the first time. Lovino… His name was so heavenly, so was his face. Well, actually everything about him could be called angelic. He was ready to burst. It was a few minutes later that they were waiting for Lovino's plane to unload its passengers. Wringing his hands, Antonio stood still, watching the line carefully.

"He's not going to show, man," Gilbert whispered in his ear, holding out his hand for the money he and Francis had betted against Antonio. But the Spaniard made no move to get his wallet. He just continued to stare at the line until the last few passengers trickled by and the gate started to close.

"I'm sorry, mon ami. But he isn't coming. Now give me my fifty dollars and we'll be going," Francis whispered in his ear, wrapping his arms around his waist from behind. Antonio grimaced and waved a hand at him, still staring determinedly at the exit. His friends looked at each other and back to him, before Gilbert shrugged. He watched Francis coax Antonio into sitting down. He pulled the Spaniard into his lap and pampered his hair, planting kisses into his chocolate locks.

"Listen, Toni. This is something we all have to go through sometime in our lives. Disappointment. But don't take it so hard, he just stood you up. Just in a more terrible way." Gilbert shrugged, sitting next to him and patting his thigh. Antonio just blankly stared at the gateway, his hand twitching sadly. He wet his lips and didn't tear his gaze away as more minutes ticked by. Eventually, Francis ushered him to stand up, pushing him along.

"Come on, dear. Let's get you home and make you feel better." Antonio numbly nodded and tracked after him, holding his hand loosely. Francis looped their fingers and squeezed his hand as they went towards the exit.

"He promised… Lovi promised…" Francis sighed and kissed his hand, shaking his head. Lovino now just plainly left a bad taste in his mouth. He abandoned the sweet, lovable Antonio, who was such a kind person. What kind of person would do this to-?

"Hey! You bastard, what are you doing touching my fiancé!?" A voice yelled from behind them. They stopped when Antonio jerked his hand from Francis's and ran towards a small man standing at the other end of the airport with crossed arms. He held out his arms shyly when Antonio came within hugging distance. Picking him up, the Spaniard spun him around. The male wrapped his legs around his waist and his arms around his neck, holding on tightly. Antonio squeezed him hard.

"Lovi! Dios mío, my love! You're here! You're here… Oh, I can finally touch you! I-I'm so happy…" They nuzzled each other while Gilbert let his jaw drop and Francis slowly pulled out his wallet. Both of the men began to cry, tears dripping down the Italian's face as he cupped Antonio's face between his hands, squishing his cheeks. Letting his hands down, he was lowered to his feet and pulled into a hug.

"T-Tonio…" He pushed back the Spaniard's hair, trembling. He tucked his face into the other's neck, clenching his clothing between his fingers. They wept and held each other for another few minutes before Lovino suddenly pulled away from his fiancé's embrace and stood on his toes. Blushing, he cocked his head and moved closer. Antonio immediately followed his lead, pressing their lips together. Retreating, they stared at each other for a moment.

"Wow…" Lovino mouthed speechlessly. Antonio nodded, grabbing his hands and squeezing them. He smiled gently and went to give him another kiss.

"Yeah… Our first kiss and many more to come." Francis decided they needed to postpone the meeting and leave the airport so strangers could stop gawking at them and hissing hateful comments. Antonio snuggled up to the Italian, who responded by cuddling him back.

"Um… Pardon me, but may I interrupt?" Francis questioned cautiously. He stepped forward and stuck out a hand to shake Lovino's. The Italian only stared at his palm and clung to Antonio while glaring at him. Surprised by his coldness, he looked at the Spaniard in confusion. Lovino whispered something to his fiancé, not tearing his eyes from the blonde's form.

"Sí, francés. Um, Franny, Gil…. I forgot to mention this earlier, but…. Lovi doesn't speak English. And he's had bad experiences with French people, so he doesn't want to be near you, Franny…. Lo siento… Lovi, these are my roommates. That's Francis and that's Gilbert." He stepped closer to Antonio and nestled into his fiancé's side, sending icy stares at the duo every few moments.

"Oh, and he hates German people. A-And Americans… So he needs to get used to you two, okay?" Antonio said way too happily before grabbing Lovino's hand and heading towards the exit. Gilbert grabbed Lovino's luggage reluctantly and trailed after them. Wrapping an arm around the model's waist, Antonio guided him to where he had parked the car. Massaging his fiancé's shoulder, he kissed his forehead. The Spaniard could see why they would think the situation was so bizarre. Francis and Gilbert were both bilingual, so they automatically assumed Lovino spoke a common language also.

"You're living with a f-fucking wine bastard and a potato bastard?" Gilbert had no idea what they were saying, but he did hear "bastardo" a few times and it was close enough to English for him to know what Lovino was saying. Antonio slowly nodded and swept his bangs aside, kissing his forehead again. Lovino growled lowly and proceeded to ignore the two for the rest of the ride. He exited the car when they arrived at the house the trio shared. He wiggled the feeling back into his feet and squealed when Antonio scooped him into his arms and started to walk towards the front door.

"T-Toni…."

"It's just a few months. We're going to pick out a house and then we'll move in after the wedding, okay? We'll only have to live with Gil and Franny for a few months, my dear. Then we're free." Lovino was silent for a moment, thinking about it. And then he agreed.

"Fine… Okay, bastard. But you better pay attention to me and feed me when I'm hungry, damn it."

"Of course, beloved. I'll do whatever you say…" Antonio murmured in a mesmerized state, staring at him with an overwhelming amount of love and adoration. Lovino pouted and looked away, crossing his arms. He then swallowed and turned back, stroking his face with one hand. Antonio's eyes drifted to his engagement ring and a goofy smile spread about his face.

"I love you…"

"I love you, too… Now, where's my damn pasta?"