Hi! I'm sorry this took me so long to write, I'm kinda busy nowadays so I won't be uploading as regularly.

Gilbert loved his job, he worked as a mechanic on the edge of his city. The garage was a tiny independently owned place with only enough space to work on two cars and store three. The owner, Berwald Oxenstierna, was a lovely foreign man, he'd lived in the country for 15 years and Gilbert had known him for 10. Gilbert had been the one to suggest going into business together, but Berwald somehow ended up as the boss. He didn't know how that'd happened but it meant he didn't have to do all the paperwork so who cared.

"Hey," he smiled as he walked into their shoebox of an office, taking a folder from their desk, "I'm working on Mrs Morger's car today, right?"

Berwald nodded, "Be done by three, she needs ready it for her holiday."

"Lucky," Gilbert smirked, "I wish I could go on holiday…"

"You went on holiday three weeks ago," Berwald frowned, "I haven't been on holiday in a year."

Gilbert rolled his eyes, "You can take off any time you want, I know how to run the place, I'd be fine for a week, my brother could help me out, he needs to get out of the house."

"Just go and work on Mrs Morger's car…"

He shrugged, smiling, "Fine, just stop moaning that you can't get a holiday when you can, you just don't want to admit that you'd be bored and lonely."

The taller man turned his head to glare at him, Gilbert held up his hands in mock surrender, taking the file and walking from the room.

Gilbert walked through to the hoisted car and began to work on it, it wouldn't take long, he pulled out his phone to put on some music, deciding to take a moment to check facebook, smiling when he saw Romano was online.

He wasn't usually on this early, he didn't go on social networking sites while he was working.

What if something was wrong? Or he was ill or something?

Gilbert pulled up a conversation, smiling as he typed, 'Hey?'

The man didn't answer, there was a chance that he'd left himself logged on or something but it was unlikely. 'Lovi it says you're online, you can't fool me.'

This time Romano answered, 'Don't call me Lovi.'

Gilbert felt a smile fill his face at the sight of his reply, quickly typing back, 'I always call you Lovi.'

'Well fucking stop.'

'It's your name isn't it…?'

Gilbert glanced up, walking into one of the corners of the room and pretending to look through his tools, 'Lovi, answer me!'

'If I answer will you shut up so I can work?'

'Yes?'

'Just watch this you idiot.'

Gilbert clicked the link, letting the video fill the screen of his phone, he glanced up to make sure Berwald couldn't see him slacking off. He didn't mind Gilbert typing on his phone but watching videos seemed to be a different matter.

Romano was sitting opposite an older woman, Gilbert didn't recognise her so he guessed it must be from an Italian channel because he didn't recognise the hostess. He frowned when they started speaking Italian, focussing so he could understand.

"I understand your full name is Romano Lovino Vargas," the woman started, Romano giving a soft nod, "But some of your fans have taken to just calling you Lovino, or Lovi, how did that come about? What's your reaction to it?"

Romano let out a small huff, "It ****** me off. I am named Romano after my grandfather, and he was still alive when I was young, so to tell us two apart my family called me by my middle name, my ******* brother still does." He frowned softly, "It ******* annoys me when fans do it though, it's a family thing, they shouldn't ******* call me Lovi, to them my name should be Romano-"

Gilbert paused the video to laugh, amused that they'd had to bleep out so much.

…Obviously it was a sensitive subject.

He pulled facebook up again, writing another message to Romano, 'If it's a family thing I'll just have to wait until my brother marries yours.'

He knew that would get a rise out of the other man, he seemed perfectly fine that the two younger men were in a relationship, but any mention of a future together seemed to annoy him.

'Shut up' Romano replied, 'The day I let you call me Lovi will be the day I go to hell.'

'But Lovino is such a nice name…'

'You are not my family.'

Gilbert rolled his eyes and let out a small huff, 'Would you be this rude to me if I were a fan..?'

Romano didn't answer sending another video link instead. The title for the video was 'Italian star attacks fan', that alone told Gilbert all he needed to know, but he watched it anyway.

He watched as a teenage girl ran up to Romano, screaming 'Lovi' and attempted to tackle him into a hug, Romano letting out a scream in reply and throwing her off of him, yelling loud Italian profanities too fast for Gilbert to be able to translate.

He let out a soft huff, shaking his head as he move back to facebook, sending Romano 'Holy shit.'

'Now I see why parents think you're a bad influence.'

After a few moments Romano replied, Gilbert could almost hear him saying the words as he read them 'The parents are idiots, they raise disrespectful bastards of children who try every day to invade mine and Feli's life, I hate them for that. I just want to do what I love without being judged all the time. They don't even fucking know me! They only know what I want them to know, but that's not enough for them. If someone else did the shit that my fans do to me they'd get a restraining order put of them.'

Gilbert swallowed hard, biting his lip, an odd sense of guilt washing over him, he wasn't sure how to reply to that.

Romano sent another message, seeming to sense Gilbert's unspoken discomfort, 'But whatever. They're all stupid teenage girls so who cares.'

Gilbert chuckled softly, 'If I were you I'd end up taking advantage of some of them ;)'

'Gil no, they're like 15…' Gilbert rolled his eyes, Romano should have known he was joking, he was part way through writing a reply when Romano sent another message that made him pause. 'I don't really like girls anyway.'

Gilbert bit his lip, letting out a small breath before he replied, '…Me either, honestly, I mean they're ok, I like guys more though I think.'

He could feel himself starting to shake, he'd never actually come out to anyone before. He'd talked about having crushes on guys or girls, and he'd dated both boys and girls when he was a little younger, but he'd never gone out of his way to tell anyone about his sexuality.

He felt a small knot grow in his stomach as Romano sent a message, 'So are you gay or something?'

'No,' Gilbert forced himself to write, 'I'm bisexual, I like guys and girls.'

He chewed his lip as he waited for Romano to write back.

'Oh, that's a real thing?'

Gilbert chuckled and shook his head, it astonished him how many people were ignorant to bisexuality. 'Yes. What about you?'

There was a few moments pause before Romano began to write again, and rather than sending the explanation of his sexuality as Gilbert had expected, he sent 'I have to go, Feliciano needs something.'

A second later the green online button by Romano's name turned clear. Gilbert let out a huff, rolling his eyes again and giving his head a small shake.

Of course it'd be hard for Romano to admit, Gilbert knew he wasn't out to anyone, not even Feliciano according to what Ludwig had said. But they'd been friends for months now, Gilbert thought he trusted him enough.

He jumped slightly as the door on the other side of the workroom opened and Berwald walked in. Gilbert quickly stowed his phone in his pocket and picked up his tools, walking back to the car.

"Hi Berwald," he chimed.

The older man frowned at him, "You know I can see you from the office, we have surveillance cameras."

Gilbert felt himself blush, "Oh," he said, instinctively looking up to search for the cameras. "Sorry."

"Get back to work…"

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