''Hey, are you alright? You seem lonely..'' The voice of a boy could be heard, it seems he was talking to some other boy.

''Who are you?'' He asked. ''And why do you care?''

''My name is (...) and I was just wondering because you looked so lonely.'' The smaller boy narrowed his eyes at him. Why did that boy care? And why did he even start talking to him in the first place?

The brunette let out a soft sigh and finally told his own name. They both talked for a very long time.

Oompf-

There I laid, on the ground. I crawled up from the ground as I rubbed my head painfully. How did I end up here? I must have fallen from the couch.. shit, plus it seems like I had fallen asleep and having some shitty dream about the past.

..The past. I sat up on the ground and looked around through the empty house. It seems he wasn't back yet. I pushed myself up from the ground and went back sitting on the couch. Dammit.. I really must have fallen hard from that stupid thing since my head hurts like hell!

Oh.. you all must be all wondering who this 'he' person is, aren't you? Okay, let me explain. You see, this 'he' person is my (idiotic lovely) husband Antonio. He told me he would go out for a bit and erhm.. that's all I can remember for now. B-But in the meanwhile, it seems like I had dozen off or something and having a shitty past dream.

I had those lately, dreams about the past. And they were all the same; dreaming about when Antonio and I had first met.

No, it's not like I told him about it or anything like that. Hell, my dreams has got nothing to do to him (or at least I think so. Don't ask me!). Besides it's fucking embarrassing, in my opinion. Why am I dreaming about that? The past is the past!

Just when I was about to fall back on the couch, I heard a door opening.

''Lovino, I'm back home!'' That was Antonio. ''Hey, did anything happen while I was gone?''

This was a question which got me always asked. I haven't told this yet but, I'm sick. Very sick to be exactly. I have been sick my whole life actually, but whatever. I don't like talking about it or showing it.

''No, nothing had happened.. only that I fell from the fucking couch, that is.''

''Oh, Lovi, you should be more careful with what you're doing. You didn't hurt yourself I hope?''

''..I only hit my head.'' Antonio stepped towards me to place a kiss on my forehead. He always did this when I hurt myself somewhere. He calls it 'the magical healing kiss~'.

''Hmn.. where were you?'' I finally asked (yeah, I hadn't asked him where he was going, I forgot.. okay? Or maybe my stupid mind needs to be refreshed since I start to forget things lately).

''The shops.~ You told me to buy some new clothes and eh, that is what I did.'' He said with a huge grin on his face. Knowing Antonio's taste in fashion, I guess or rather knows he bought something incredibly ugly. That is why I prefer to go with him to the shops when buying clothes. He would look more less of a freaking idiot.

''What did you buy?''

''This.~'' Antonio dug with his hands in the plastic shopping bags and pulled out some shirts.

I wasn't expecting much from it, of course. He showed me the shirts he had bought. Let's see, the shirts were red, white and.. wait those shirts weren't ugly or anything. They were fucking stylish actually! What did he do, robbed a fucking stylist's shop?

''So, what do you think of it, Lovi? Do you like them?''

''H-Huh, what?'' I asked, snapping out of thoughts.

''The shirts! Do you like them?''

''A-Ah, yeah, urhm.. I do..''

''Good! I am so glad you do! Because you always say I have no taste in fashion I actually went asking around what was all in.~'' Oh, so that's what he did.

''Really, you did that?''

''Si.~''

''..Well at least you try to learn about what fashion is, finally.''

''Hehehe.~'' I rolled with my eyes and sighed. Meanwhile Antonio put back his new clothes in the plastic bags and went upstairs to put them away there.

I stood there, alone in the living room and sighed. For some reason I was feeling tired, even though I had been sleeping for a long time already, I assume. I had been sleeping after Antonio had left after all.

But on the other side I didn't want to sleep because other wise it would be boring for Antonio! I had been sleeping allot already lately, huh, I don't want to be seen as a 'boring sleepy husband'. I must stay awake!

I walked over to the kitchen to get myself some coffee (coffee in the fucking afternoon, yes). Hopefully this would keep me up.

I was just thinking about some things and making some coffee for myself, until I felt two hands suddenly around my waist.

''Making some coffee,mi amor?''

''Gah- y-you startled me, dammit!'' I muttered, a faint blush crept to my face.

''Hmn.. by seeing you making some coffee, I assume you're tired, aren't you?''

''W-Who says that? Can't a guy just make some coffee for himself?'' I picked my mug, which had a moustache on it (it was my favorite one) and turned myself around.

''Lovi, you know you should go sleep when you're tired. It's not any good for your health if you just be stubborn and stay up. It's not any good, really.''

''I'm not tired, I'm telling you.'' I lied, but neither I wanted to go to sleep. I quickly walked away from him to sit down on the couch. Of course the Spaniard followed me.

''I am serious, Lovino. I'm worried about you.''

''You don't have to be, I am perfectly fine.'' I mumbled and took a sip from my oh-so-delicious cappuccino. This kind of coffee always helped me to stay awake

I could hear a sigh coming from Antonio, who sat next to me. We didn't exchange a word.

''..What's for dinner?'' I asked some moments later to break the big silent mood between the two of us. Really, it was getting awkward.

''Hmmm, pizza.''

Pizza, mmm… I licked my lips a bit. My stomach also reacted on that, it started to growl (not that loudly, mind you). It has been a while we had pizza. Mostly these days we had for dinner were vegetables. Fucking vegetables. Because it'll makes you feel 'better', Antonio had said. Feeling better my ass, I do not feel any difference, instead it made me even feel worse. Okay.. that is a lie, but whatever. I just don't like eating vegetables, alright? Jeez.

''When do you have to go to the hospital again?'' Antonio asked me to keep the conversation going.

''Tomorrow.'' I replied and got a hum as respond from him.

Antonio scooted a bit closer and wrapped an arm around me and pulled me a bit closer to him. ''Then I'll make the most delicious pizza you ever had for dinner tonight.~'' He said with a smile and pressed a kiss on my cheek

..yeah. That sounded great.

A/N: Hi there! This fic is basically based off from a RP I had once. It's been a long time I wrote something so erhm.. excuse my failness! This is only the first chapter from it so there's gonna be more.

Eh, that was it. I hope you like it even though this is only the first chapter. ^^