Capítulo uno (Chapter one)

"Feliz día de San Valentín~!", the Spaniard shouted happily when he greeted Abel, his lover, holding a bouquet of tulips in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other. It was their anniversary, as sappy as it is to have you and your lover's anniversary on Valentines Day, Antonio loved it. He loved buying flowers and other things for his lover. He thought it was fun, he loved to see the other happy (which was a rare emotion he showed it seemed like). Maybe he was trying to hard, he didn't really know. All he really knew was that he loved the other and that's all that was important. Abel's reaction was the usual small blush that Antonio got every time. "J..Ja.. Dank u..", Abel spoke while he looked away, trying to avoid the other's cheery green eyes. The taller man took the bouquet and gave a small nod, walking in their living room and sitting on the couch. They lived together, they had been living together for a good three years now. They didn't own much, just a small apartment that was pretty close to both of their work spots. They shared a bed and did all that "paar dingen", as Abel would call it.

Today felt weird for some reason, Abel felt different to Antonio today. He didn't quite know why, but, it was different. The small man shuffled over to the couch that the other was sitting on and sat next to him. He sat the chocolates on the table as he frowned and turned to the other, who was staring at the tulips in his hands, and hugged his waist. "Querido...", Antonio sighed and pouted up to the other, "What's wrong..?". The dutch man continued to stare at the flowers and shook his head, "Nothing, Antonio..", he tried to reassure but Antonio wouldn't buy it. "No.. Tell me what's wrong..", he squeezed the other man's waist gently and frowned. "Nothing, Antonio..", again Abel answered. The Spanish man furrowed his brows, "No! Tell me what's-", he began but the other interrupted him by throwing the tulips on the ground and standing up, "Nothing's wrong, dammit!", he huffed and avoided Antonio's worried gaze as he stormed off to their bedroom.

The small man looked down to the bouquet, sinking down into the floor and picking up some of the stray tulip petals that fell off. He rubbed their soft feel between his thumb and index finger as he looked up to their bedroom door which had been slammed by the other. He couldn't tell what was wrong with him, was it the flowers..? Did he buy some extremely cheap brand of chocolates that he was unaware of..? Or was it...himself? Did he do something wrong? Something to upset him? Or.. was Abel tired of Antonio..? The Spaniard didn't know, but it took every morsel in his body to keep from crying at this moment.

~Translation time~

Feliz día de San Valentín~!Happy Valentines Day

J..Ja.. Dank u.. = Y..Yes.. Thank you..

paar dingen = couple stuff

Querido = dear, lover, sweetheart.

NOTE: The dutch could be wrong! I don't know shit in dutch ^^" I used Google Translate~!