"Geez, I don't understand why I have to drive you home!", Arthur said with a grumpy face, driving his Beetle.
Antonio just sat there, looking down at his hands and feeling awkward.
Francis invited everyone to his home to drink some liquor, everyone except for Arthur.
Yet, he called the Brit to drive his drunken friend home.
He knew Arthur would be pissed but that's exactly why he asked him, and Antonio guessed that.
"You all probably had a great time, huh? Not like I'd care, it's much better without all of you anyway!"
The Spaniard leaned against the door and looked at the Englishman, wondering why he had to listen to his scolding now since it was Francis' fault.
Arthur put up a CD after telling Antonio that he dislikes the music his radio played before.
He recognized the song, it was 'I believe in a thing called love' by 'the Darkness'.
It's one of Arthur's favourite songs, and weirdly, Tonio knew all of them. He glanced to the Briton again.
Eh? He's got green eyes?, he thought. How come I didn't knew about that? They look like Emeralds . . . just like his brother's eyes.
"You know, even though I love this song, I don't go by it's songtext, because I won't fall in love again", he rubbed his neck and laughed awkwardly.
Antonio blinked and laughed as well to make himself feel less uncomfortable, wishing they would finally arrive.
Now there was silence, only the music kept on playing. Through the silence, Carriedo remembered what happened when Arthur came to take him home.
A girl tried to kiss and hug him, and Spain didn't care, England did though. He even glared at them, which made the woman stop.
Why the heck did he glare at them? It had nothing to do with him anyway. He probably just loves to argue, that must be everything. They arrived.
"Thank you, Arthur.", Antonio said and opened the car's door, moving towards the house and feeling dizzy.
Arthur sighed and got out of the car as well, leading the helpless guy.

Somehow, he ended up in Antonio's house as well. He switched the light on and put the Spanish man he just carried on the couch.
He sighed because he knew why he did all that, but he would never admit it.
Whenever Antonio would make a joke, Arthur would fake a smile, he'd never forget his birthday, - it's the 12th February -
he knew he loves the golden colour and he'd never forget about their past. But then again, he knew that the only thing Spain thinks about is Romano.
He would never have a chance, never.
"I should leave now", England said with a serious tone. Spain, still feeling dizzy, stood up and grabbed the other one's arm. "What are you angry about?"
"I had to drive you home and even carry you in, so you should know why I'm angry."
Antonio said nothing and kept on holding the Kirklander's arm.
"Could you please let go?", he asked.
"No", he responded, "at first you have to answer why you're angry."
Arthur looked at him with an expression that could've killed Antonio, but he didn't let go.
"That Lady, who was she?"
"Which lady?", Antonio Fernández Carriedo said, before he remembered what happened for a second time. "What? Are you jealous?", he joked.
"As if, who would be jealous if it's about you!", Arthur lied, "Anyway, let go of me, I want home!" Still drunken as Spain was, he kissed Arthur Kirkland near his lips - and got smacked. He held his cheek, wondering why England did so.
"You bloody bastard, who do you think you are!", the former Empire questioned, "I'll leave now. Don't try to talk with me anymore, idiot. Goodbye."
And as he said so, he left a confused Spain behind.