It was snowing. He recalls the cold, damp flakes in his hair and the feeling of ice on his lips. Lovino had always hated the cold, hated the way the frost seemed to wrap its hands around his bones. It made him feel like he would go crazy, that deep seated craziness that had seemed to seize Ivan and had never let go. It made him long for warm Spanish beaches and sunny tomato fields, but no, there was no sun here, just cold. And that's what he remembers first.
Feliciano had dragged him out, all mittened hands and red cheeks, begging Lovino to come outside because he had something so, so important to tell him and he'd even made a snowman! The older Italian had grumbled mildly, but let himself get pulled, the wind hitting his face like ice water as the melodious sound of Feliciano's laughter filled the air. He had built a snowman, but not really. It was shaped like a heart, and Lovino briefly wondered how he'd gotten it to stay in that shape, when suddenly the ice cold feeling on his lips was replaced by something warm and soft. He'd leant in to the kiss, wrapping his fingers in Feliciano's hair before the younger man suddenly pulled back.
"Just wait a second," he'd said, a finger pressing against Lovino's lips as the man dug in his pocket and pulled out something that shined in the soft winter light. It was gold and oh- The ring slid easily on his finger, the metal warm from Feliciano's jacket. "It's to show how much I care about you! Ti amo…"
Oh. Those soft touches and all the stolen kisses, he'd thought they'd been for fun, not anything serious, not anything like this. It had all come crashing down on him as Feliciano's lips met his once more. Lovino had pulled back, intending to set the man straight, because he loved him, of course he loved him, but he didn't love him like that. As he opened his mouth to speak his breath caught in his throat, struck by the soft glimmer in his brother's eyes as he smiled so widely that it looked like it must hurt, all glittering white teeth and red lips.
And he couldn't do it. He couldn't take that away. So he had leant in to return the kiss, Feliciano's body heat radiating through his thick jacket as he pulled him closer against him. And all Lovino can remember now is how stifling the warmth was.