Lovino's cane tapped on the concrete ground as he walked next to his younger brother. The older Italian tried his best to keep out the sound of the traffic and his younger brother talking. He really didn't want to be here, he would much rather be at home cooking pasta and listening to the radio.

Suddenly a small hand wrapped itself around his upper arm and pulled him back. Lovino's eyes widened behind his dark sunglasses as he heard a truck pass right in front of him and the gust of wind that followed.

"Fratello! Are you alright? You nearly walked in front of that truck!"

Lovino shrugged his brother's hand off and continued walking. He could feel his heart beating faster than normal and he did his best to regulate his breathing. "I'm fine, idiota! Just thinking…"

"Veee~ alright. But please be more careful."

"Stupid! I should be telling you that! You're the clumsy one, little brother." Feliciano let out a little chuckle and they continued walking towards their destination.

This time though Lovino payed attention to his surroundings. But, he tried focusing on the sound of the traffic instead of Feliciano babbling on about his friends.

~~~~Time-Skip~~~~

"Maybe they just don't want to come and so there is no purpose for us to be here."

"Veee~ Of course they want to come! We are just early!" Lovino could just hear the grin playing on Feliciano's lips.

"What do you mean we are early? How early are we?"

"Half an hour!"

"What the fuck, fratello! Why the hell are we half an hour early? You fucking bastardo! I hate you so much!" Feliciano just smiled as his older brother yelled at him, already used to his brother act like this.

"Veee~ Fratello, Ludwig doesn't like it when I'm late!"

"Who gives a fuck what the potato sucking bastard thinks? Doesn't mean we have to be half an hour early!"

An older man came up to the table and looked sternly at Lovino. "Excuse me, sir? You are causing a disturbance in this café. If you aren't quieter we will have to throw you out." Lovino pouted and tilted his head down so it looked like he was staring at his lap.

"Stupid bastardo… Wanting to throw out a blind man." The older Italian muttered under his breath.

After a while the bell above the café rung numerous times and Lovino felt Feliciano stand up beside him.

"Francis!"

"Bonjour mon cher. How are you? I haven't seen you for such a long time!" Feliciano giggled as the Frenchman sat beside Lovino.

"I'm good, Francis! How are you?"

"I'm marvellous!"

Lovino felt an arm wrap around his shoulders and the smell of roses told him it was Francis.

"And how are you, mon ami?" Francis purred in Lovino's ear.

Lovino tried his best to push the Frenchman away. "Piss off, pervert!" The smaller man snarled.

"Kesesesesesesese~ You are still as feisty as ever!" Lovino heard Gilbert laugh on the other side of the table. But the albino wasn't directly in front of him instead in front of Francis. While Gilbert's younger brother, Ludwig, was facing Feliciano on the other side of Francis.

Lovino just sat silently in his seat as he listened to the others catching up with each other's lives. The Italian felt quite unnerved as he felt a pair of eyes on him then entire time. It really annoyed him that he could feel the stare coming from right in front of him yet he didn't know who was sitting there. He felt his right eye twitch which was covered by his dark sunglasses.

Having enough of the staring Lovino kicked under the table and his foot came in contact with a leg. The person in front of his jumped and the entire table went silent.

"Ah, mon ami I am sorry. I forgot to introduce you to my friend Antonio. I believe you to haven't met. Antonio here is Spanish and my roommate." Feliciano and Ludwig continued on with their conversation and the older Italian could just hear the smirk that crossed Gilbert's face.

"Why the fuck doesn't he introduce himself?"

It was quiet for a few seconds before Gilbert spoke up. "'Tonio here is mute."

Lovino was quite surprised when he heard that. He had met quite a few blind people but never anyone that was mute.

"Oh." Lovino heard Gilbert snicker on the other side of the table.

Lovino had quite enough of today and he was starting to get a headache. Standing up he got out of his seat and made a beeline for the door. Before he got out of the café he felt a hand grab his arm and turn him around.

"Fratello, where are you going?"

"I just need some fresh air. I promise I won't go far."

"Veee~ Okay."

Lovino gave Feliciano a small, rare smile and headed outside. Luckily this was a café that he went to nearly every day so he knew how to get back home and all the streets around the little building.

Walking down a not so crowded path, Lovino stumbled backwards when someone ran into him.

"Oi, watch where you are going." The other man snarled at the Italian and continued on his way.

Lovino shook his head and continued walking. He soon got lost in his own thoughts and he stopped to figure out where he was.

Lovino felt someone brush past him and he quickly turned around trying to grab their attention.

"Excuse me? Where am I?"

"On the east side of town." Was the reply before the person continued walking. That wasn't a very helpful response but that was all Lovino needed to realise he was lost. The Italian man found a little bench and sat on it, fishing in his jeans pockets for his phone. He decided to call Feliciano to come pick him up. He really didn't like getting help from his younger brother but now wasn't the time for his pride to get in the way.

About to dial the number Lovino stopped when he realised that he didn't have any credit left. Shoving his phone back in his pocket Lovino grumbled and just hoped that someone would end up finding him.

~~~~Time-Skip~~~~

Lovino looked up from the ground when he felt someone tap his shoulder.

"What?" There was silence from the other but Lovino knew someone was still there. "Don't fucking tell me that it's another mute person."

He felt someone sit next to him and gently grab his arm, pulling it onto their lap. Lovino tried to yank it away from them but they were too strong.

"Let me go you fucking pervert."

Lovino silenced himself when he felt a finger starting to make a work on his arm.

A-N-T-O-N-I-O

"A-Antonio? Francis' friend?"

Y-E-S

"How did you find me?"

G-P-S

"What the fuck do you mean GPS?"

P-H-O-N-E

"I didn't even give you my fucking phone number, bastardo!"

F-R-A-N-C-I-S

Lovino huffed and pouted, looking over at where he thought Antonio was.

L-O-S-T-?

"Yeah…"

Lovino felt Antonio get up from the bench and he pulled Lovino up with him. The Spaniard grabbed Lovino's arm and pulled him over to a car, gently pushing him in.

~~~~Time-Skip~~~~

"Yeah… thanks, bastardo. For you know, coming to help me. I guess that means I am in your debt now right? Fuck…" Lovino heard Antonio give a small chuckle. "Well, whatever. I should go in now, Feliciano is probably worried…"

There was a short awkward silence between the two mean before Lovino cleared his throat.

"Well… Aaah, I am guessing either Francis or Feli will organise something so we will end up meeting again. So I guess… I will see you later. Ah, fuck. You get what I mean."

Lovino turned his back to Antonio and headed inside trying to ignore the blush that had spread across his cheeks. He heard Antonio's car drive off and he walked into the kitchen.

"Fratello! You're back! Are you okay? I guess Antonio found you, didn't he? I was looking everywhere! I was so worried! But, I am glad you are okay!"

"Yeah, shutup, idiota. Just make me some fucking pasta, I'm tired as fuck."

A small giggle escaped Feliciano's lips as he set to work in the kitchen.

"And don't forget the tomatoes!"