Spamano

Lovino was depressed again. He hated life, he hated everyone. Well, almost everyone. But Antonio didn't want him as, well, anything; he wanted Feliciano. He always had... Just thinking about his perfect, talented brother caused tears to spring to his eyes. He took out his diary and flipped to the next blank page. He didn't want to even look at his horrible handwriting, another imperfection, but he took up a pencil and began to spell his feelings onto the paper.

Dear Diary-

Okay, maybe you're not "dear" to me the way Antonio is, but-

A tear splashed onto the paper.

-at least you'll listen no matter what.

Anyway, today my stupid brother came gallivanting along with his stupid potato-loving boyfriend, Ludwig. They took all of Antonio's attention and left me alone to cry. Damn Feliciano, he should know what I need to be happy, that idiota! I can't be left alone with my thoughts!

Tears were streaming down Lovino's face at that point, his hands shaking more and more with each word.

Whether or not I'll ever admit it to him, I love Antonio. He's the best thing that ever happened to me. His constant smiling, even if he doesn't mean it, gives me happiness. Even if he doesn't love me back, I'll love him no matter what, as much as it hurts.

But what hurts the most, is that today is March 17, my birthday... And no one remembered. Not even Antonio.

Lovino's tears were threatening to pour down again and drown the paper, so he decided to wrap it up.

Farewell for now,

Lovino

Taking a picture of smiling Antonio and a scowling him from his desk, Lovino climbed into bed and held it close. He fell asleep with a tear-streaked face and the picture on the pillow next to him.

Antonio crept into Lovino's room and saw him sleeping. He smiled.

"He looks so cute." He thought.

Antonio was about to wake Lovino and wish him a happy birthday when noticed an open diary on his desk. He walked over to it and read the March 17 entry, then looked back over at Lovino. He looked closer and found that an old picture he had given to Lovino was framed and on the pillow next to him.

Antonio thought of a plan. He took the picture and carefully moved it to Lovino's bedside table. He climbed into the bed where the picture had been, facing Lovino.

""Hey, Lovino." Antonio whispered.

"Hm?" Half asleep, Lovino rolled over and found himself face to face with Antonio. He snapped awake when the Spaniard kissed him.

Surprised at first, then accepting, Lovino closed his eyes and kissed back.

"I didn't forget, silly. I asked Feliciano over to plan a surprise part for you, who insisted Ludwig come with him. So happy birthday."

"Antonio?"

"Yeah?"

"Ti amo."

"Te amo, Lovi."

"Don't call me that."

"Whatever you say, Lovi~."

And with that as the final word spoken, Lovino and Antonio fell asleep, cuddled against each other, and began their new lives as lovers.