AN: I love you all so much! Thank you all for your reviews! I'm going to try my very best to keep updating this as quickly as I can! I'm really looking forward to writing this story. This chapter is pretty boring, but it needed to be written. I'm sorry.

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"Oh bloody hell..." Arthur stared with wide eyes at his friend, who was watching him hungrily. "A-Antonio?"

"Artie!" Arthur yelped as Antonio rushed towards him, grabbing him into a tackle-hug that sent them both to the ground. "Artie, I love you! I'm so sorry I never told you that before!" Arthur felt himself flush, his face going hot as Antonio nuzzled his neck. "Artie..."

"Antidote...I need an antidote!" Arthur pushed Antonio off of him and started racing around the room, trying to find a love potion antidote. He froze in place when he realized that he had never figured out how to make one. "I need to create an antidote! But how long will that take...?" Arthur cried out as Antonio tackled him again, sending them onto a table this time. "Antonio! Stop doing this!" Arthur pushed the Spaniard off again and was suddenly staring down into a pair of teary emerald eyes that were locked into his with pure sadness mixed in. "Oh fu-...Antonio...not the puppy eyes...don't give me the puppy eyes..." He looked away quickly, only to be drawn back into the green orbs. "Bloody hell...fine. Just don't tackle me anymore. Promise?"

"I promise!" Antonio smiled and wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist. "Thank you, Arthur! I love you!"

What's going on? My love potions never work quite this well. Did I do something different this time? Arthur placed a hand on Antonio's head, looking at the table with all his ingredients on it, trying to think of if he did anything different this time than the other times. But there was nothing different. Nothing at all.

"Hey, Artie?" Arthur looked down when he heard Antonio's childish voice and was suddenly staring at a face that was surprisingly timid and childish for the former conquistador. "Can I...maybe...kiss you?" Arthur felt his face flush again as he stared down. "Or...not. Am I moving too fast?" Arthur sighed and pushed Antonio off, standing off and moving toward the door. "Artie?"

"Are you coming or not, Antonio?"

Antonio smiled and raced after the blonde.

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"It's raining..." Antonio stared out the window, his face drawn and worried.

Arthur looked up from the book he was reading, confused. "Yeah? So?" Then it dawned on him. "That's right, you prefer sunshine. Do you not like rain?"

"Not really..." The Spaniard closed the blinds and pulled the curtains closed, training his eyes on Arthur, who was lying in bed, reading a Sherlock Holmes book. "It just...makes me nervous..."

Arthur stared at Antonio's worried face for a minute before sighing and placing his bookmark on the page he was on, setting his book to the side. "Well, come on then." The blonde pulled the covers next to him back and smiled softly at Antonio. "It'll probably turn into a storm before too long."

Antonio smiled gratefully and climbed into the bed and under the covers, curling up against Arthur's side. "You're being really nice. I'm glad you don't act like this normally."

"I thought you'd want me to act lik this more."

"No. If you did, I'd have more competition. I don't want unneeded people to love you. I'm...I'm all you should need."

Arthur felt his eyes widen as his face turned bright red. Within minutes, Antonio was asleep. Arthur followed soon after.

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When the two woke up, they were wrapped around each other. Antonio smiled up at Arthur, his eyes shining. "Morning, Beautiful." Arthur later admitted that it was the best greeting he had ever gotten.