Antonio stood in the kitchen making breakfast while Lovino was sitting on the couch staring at the TV doing nothing. "Lovino, dinner is ready." Lovino got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. "Hey mi amour." Antonio grabbed Lovino and kissed him. "Let's eat." The couple sat down and ate their breakfast. Antonio had finished in a respectable time while Lovino had only eaten half of his food. "Come on Lovi, eat up. You're bones are starting to show." Antonio said the last sentence with a strong hint of disgust and disapproval. The scared Italian began eating the rest of his food. He washed his dish then set it in the drying rack.

Lovino walked out onto the balcony and looked over the edge. A long fall. "Hola bebé." Antonio wrapped loving arms around him. He pulled the younger over to a loveseat. He pushed Lovino onto it and began kissing him. Lovino, being as weak as he was, as well as afraid, didn't fight back. "Te amo."

"T'amu Antonio." He said in a whisper. Antonio made more advances on the Italian.

The two layed side-by-side, naked, only a blanket to cover them. Antonio was currently sound asleep while Lovino looked up at the evening sky, a perfect mix of purples, pinks, and blues. He looked over at the sleeping figure. The sunlight, what was left of it, reflecting off his skin. The Italian got up and went to take a quick shower. After that Lovino went to back to sleep next to Antonio.

Antonio woke up to a cool breeze. He shivered and pulled the blanket over him. It was beginning to get cold, nearing autumn. The Spaniard got up and carried the sleeping Southern Italian to their warm bedroom. Antonio changed into some clothing and went out into the kitchen to cook breakfast. "Lovino!" He shouted when done. "Lovino!" He was beginning to get annoyed. Antonio stormed into the bedroom and pulled the blankets off of the sleeping Italian. Lovino's eyes opened. He noticed how angry Antonio's eyes were. "Get the fuck up." Antonio said to him, leaving the room. Lovino followed to the table and sat across from his lover and abuser. the two sat in silence while eating.

Antonio stood at the sink, cleaning dirty dished. "I'll get it." Lovino said when the phone begin to ring. "Hello? Lovino speaking."

"Ciao fratello."

"Ciao Veneziano! Why are you calling?"

"I'm just making sure you and Antonio are still coming. I really miss you."

"Of course I'll be there even though you're marrying that potato-bastard."

"I'll see you then. Ciao Lovino."

"Ciau Venez." Lovino put the phone down and walked over to Antonio, sitting to his left. "Who was it?"

"Veneziano. He asked if we're still going up for the wedding. I told him we would."

"You can't speak for the both of us cabrón." Antonio scoffed. "I'll still go though."

"M'â scusari, Antonio."

"Cállate la boca." Antonio got up from the couch and walked out on the balcony. Lovino gave Antonio a quick glance, staring straight at a wall after. His mind wandered and he couldn't help but feel a very heavy guilt. After some thinking, Lovino went over to Antonio. "If you do-"

"Don't worry about it, I'll go." Antonio's mood seemed to be better, according to his voice. Lovino nodded and leaned against Antonio, resting his head on his shoulder. "When is it?"

"In 3 days, but we might want to leave now." Antonio sighed. "Get your things packed." The Spaniard walked away into their shared room. Lovino followed.

The duo arrived to a hotel that's close to the destination of the wedding. Antonio layed on the bed. They had come from Québec, Canada to Florence, Italy. It was a long tiring flight, they made it though. Lovino unpacked some clothes and walked into the bathroom. He turned the water on, changing it to a warm temperature. He stayed in there for a bit, letting his mind wander. He felt himself relax as the hot water hit his body. "Lovino?" The mentioned looked over to Antonio who held a questioning look. "You've been in here for some time, you okay?" Lovino nodded, adding a small smile to it, reassurance. Antonio smiled back and walked out. The Italian quickly finished his shower.

He wiped the mirror, seeing his reflection. The man turned around. There was a very faded bruise. You couldn't see it unless it was pointed out. Swiping away the memory, Lovino began to dry off and get dressed.

~The Wedding Day~

The couple walked into the room reserved for Veneziano. "Lovino! Antonio! Nice to have you both here." The youngest smiled and hugged both men. "We wouldn't miss it." Antonio chimed in. "Right Lovino?"

"Of course not." Lovino forced a smiled. He could hear the very faint hint of hostility when Antonio spoke. "Though you're marrying that potato-bastard, I'm still happy for you." Veneziano smiled and gave his fratello another hug. "Thank you. Can't wait until you can enjoy your wedding day."

"Y-yeah."

"I'm going to go find Gil and Francis. Goodbye and congratulation." The "bride"-to-be smiled and waved to the leaving man. "So do you know if Antonio has any plans about marriage?" Lovino shook his head. "I don't think he's ready. Just give it time." Veneziano wasn't really convinced about Antonio 'not being ready' but smiled anyways.

"Antonio!" Gilbert and Francis greeted. "Hey Gil and Francis. Hi Ludwig."

"Hallo Antonio, nice to have you." Antonio shook the German's hand. "To think my little Bruder got married before me."

"If it bothers you so then why not just propose to Matthew?" Gilbert let out a chuckle. "I would, but it hasn't been that long, and I wouldn't want to marry him over something as small as this."

"Isn't that romantic?"

"Shut up Francis."

~Time Skip~

Lovino found his spot next to Antonio. The sat together, hand-in-hand, watching as Veneziano walked down the aisle. All watched and listened as the two men said their vows and I do. The two, now married couple, kissed. Everyone in the audience clapped for them.

"Congrats! You two are finally hitched!" Gilbert said after the ceremony. "Thank you." The two said in unison. Lovino was the one to initiate the hug this time. "Congratulations." He went as far to even give a slight smile to the German. Upon noticing this, Veneziano smiled.

"I'm going to miss you, Venez."

"I'll come meet you after I come back." Veneziano gave his fratello a hug. "Goodbye Lovi, Antonio."

"Goodbye Veneziano." The two said in unison.

The couple returned back to the hotel. Antonio's first instinct was to lay down, which he did. "Glad it's over." The Spaniard whispered to himself. Lovino walked over to the tired one, sat by him, and stroked his cheek. Antonio leaned into the affection. "Te amo."

"T'amu." The Italian was pulled down into a heated kiss, a kiss filled with sexual desire. Antonio crawled on top of his lover, removing Lovino's jacket. The Spaniard made more progression on undressing the Italian, as well as himself. The two soon were lost in each other, filled with lustful desires.