Antonio stared down at the small little black box that he cluched in his hand. A tear ran down his face and he tighten his grip on the box. 'Por que Lovino. How can you think that I would leave you?...' The Spaniard thought, falling to his knees and burring his face into his hands. A few blocks away, and Italian ran through the streets tears streeming down his face.

-earlier that day-

Antonio walked down the hall, heading to his boss' office. 'this must be important if my boss is asking me to come in today.' He thought. "Hola SeƱor you need something?" The man behind the desk beconed to Antonio to come and sit down. "Antonio, there is something serious to disscuss"

-Later that day-

"For once this date wasn't cheesey" Lovino stated as he looked out at the river. A few hours eairly the Italian had gotten a call from his overly-affectionate boyfriend, asking him to go out with him that night. Lovino, inwardly happy, refused but agreed after some begging from.

"Well I want only the best por mi amor." The Spaniard said as he pulled his boyfriend, gently planting a kiss on his cheek. "Bastardo.." Lovino grumbled but snuggled up to him. "But this date was different. I know how you economy is. Is it wise to spend this much?"

Antonio looked down to try and meet Lovino's eyes but the italian was looking away, trying to hide his reddening face. "I know. My boss has gotten tired of it...so he came up with a solution..." Antonio looked away. To Lovino this didn't sound good.

"What did he come up with?" The Spaniard sighed and took this lover's hands and stared deep into his eyes. "I have to get married..." Lovino froze. This couldn't be true. Was this date, that was so wonderfull, pland just so he wouldn't feel so bad when Antonio left him?

The Spaniard pulled his Italian closer. "Lovino, you know que te amo, so this is why..." "So that is the reason you asked me out today? To tell me your boss has ordered you to get married!" The Italian shouted and pulled away. "HOW CAN YOU GO OFF AND GET MARRIED WHEN YOU HAVE ME!"

Angry and hurt the Italian turned and started running. "No espera Lovino!" Antonio shouted, catching up to him only to have his hand slapped away. "NO GET AWAY FROM ME YOU BASTARD! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!" He shouted and took off, tears streeming down his face.

-few days later-

Feliciano came into his livingroom, dressed in a light blue dress shirt, black tie, black pants and shoes. "Fratello? Are you sure you are ok? I'm worried, you haven't left the house in days." The younger Italian said, walking over to sit next to his brother.

"I'm fine." Lovino mutterd into his pillow. "But Fratello you came home so upset. I'm sure you-" "I SAID I WAS FINE! Now leave me alone!" Feliciano jumped but decided to not press the matter. "Alright...I have to go help set up something" He said looking a text he got. "Call if you need me."

Lovino slumped back down on the couch and the front door closed. Several minutes went by and there was a knock at the door. Lovino, frustrated after a few seconds of knocking, got uyp and open the door. "WHO THE HELL IS IT!"

"You arschloch!" Gilbert shouted bursting in through the door, followed by Francis, and grabbed the Italian by the front front of his shirt. "Che?(what)What the hell are you doing her Potato Bastard II! Get out of my house!" Lovino shouted.

Gilbert glared down at him and slamed him up against the wall. "How could you do that to Tonio!" The Prussian said through grited teeth. "W-What are you talking about? He was going to leave me! All so he can get married!" Lovino retorted

"How much of an idiot are you! Did you ever consider that he wanted to marry you!" Gilbert stated. Lovino stayed quiet, his mind racing. Why didn't that cross his mind? And he said thoes harsh words to him, not even giving him a chance to explain.

"Gilbert, let's go. We have to meet Antonio so we can go pick out a wedding cake for tomorrow." Francis said. The Prussian gave an irritated sigh. "Fine, plus we have to go get our suits fitted." The two friends turned and started heading out.

"No wait! He geting married tomorrow?" Lovino asked, hurring to get to them before they left. "To who?" A hand was held up, Lovino looked at a beautiful dimmond ring before looking at the owner. His body trembled not believing it. "A moi."