Francis sat, trying hid best to get out of the sun, on the front steps of his longtime friend. Antonio was either out or asleep, both possibilities annoyed the Frenchman greatly. This affair had been planned weeks ago, not to mention the two had discussed it at length the night before. Oh yes, Francis was in a sour mood.

He sat back on his hands, thinking quietly that he should've tied his long hair back before he left home. He had nothing within easy grasp to use at present, and it was quite hot outside. He checked his phone to see if maybe he hadn't heard Antonio replied to the texts he sent. Of course he hadn't gotten anything. Francis was betting all his money that Antonio was asleep.

"What are you doing here, you bastard?" Francis looked up. A grouchy Italian was standing over him.

"Hello Lovino, do you happen to know if this idiot is home?" He got a curious look as he gave a strained smile. He was hot, tired, and maybe a little put out, smiling was the last thing he wanted to do. But Francis knew better than to pick a fight with Lovino.

"He should be," Lovino looked momentarily at the door. "Maybe the bastard's sleeping?"

"I was wondering that too..." Francis sighed. He decided to try knocking again and got up. He was a little stiff from sitting on the steps, his old bones had so many aches these days. "Antonio! Get your arse out of bed!"

Lovino regarded the older man silently. He knew Antonio and Francis went way back, but what exactly was their relationship now? Antonio had been going on for weeks that a special person was coming over today. Was Francis really that special?

"You do know I have a key right?" Lovino put on his poker face.

"That's right," It was like a light went on in Francis' head. "You two are living together again." He gave another of those pained smiles as he stepped away from the door. Once inside, the two went in opposite directions to find their missing Spaniard. Francis was the one to find him.

Antonio was lying on the floor of the living room, no blanket, no pillow. He didn't look like he was resting very well, nor did he look comfortable. He was mumbling incoherently in his sleep. Francis had to smile at how defenseless this man really was.

"Antonio, it's time to wake up." He sat down beside the sleeping man. All the anger and frustration he'd felt seconds before melted at the sight of his friend. Friend. Yes, Francis had to remind himself of that sometimes. All the years they'd known each other, Francis didn't remember exactly when it was he started seeing the cheerful man differently. But he knew Antonio would never seen him the way he wanted.

"Francis?" Antonio's groggy voice pulled Francis back from his thoughts. Bright green eyes were still full of sleep as Antonio sat up next to his friend.

"You didn't forget about today did you?" Francis found himself still smiling. Why couldn't he stay mad at this bumbling idiot?

"Today... No, tomorrow! Wait..." Antonio screwed his face up trying to remember. It looked very difficult, almost painful in a sense. Francis tried his best not to laugh, but that too was hard. "Ah, it was today!" As he swore in Spanish, Antonio jumped to his feet and started running all over the house. He proceeded to run right into Lovino, who then swore at him in every language he knew. Francis stayed where he was laughing so hard he could barely breathe.

Even if it was one sided, Francis could not deny that he loved his friend as more than a friend. So long as Antonio was happy and smiling brightly, Francis would accept his role as just the best friend.

Ok, that did not end the way I was planning ;;
I swear that was supposed to have more fluff that that!