A/N: I would have updated this sooner, but I am dealing with the fact that one of my friends recently committed suicide. I have turned her tumblr into a page where anyone can come to if they're self-harming, suicidal, dealing with a friend's or family member's suicide, or just going through tough times. It would mean a lot to me if you would get the word out about the page, static-fuzz (on tumblr) so that I can try to prevent more suicides from happening..

Lovino turned, unable to handle Alfred crying for much longer without running up to comfort him. And he knew that wouldn't end well.

The Italian walked back to his home, cursing himself for being so stupid. He didn't know how many times he thought of running back and apologizing. But every time that popped into his head, remembered what he had done and realized that Alfred wouldn't accept any old apology. Alfred would need to be wooed.

Lovino reached his empty house, sighing. His parents were both working and Feliciano was out with that potato bastard. He had the house to himself for the night. He took this opportunity to let the tears fall. He felt so stupid. By now, Alfred probably hated him and had already found new friends. He flopped down, face first on the couch.

At some point in time, he must have fallen asleep, because he woke with a terrible headache and was so stiff he could barely move. He took some headache medicine and went to bed, planning how he could win Alfred next morning, he woke early, writing out a list of ways to get back on good terms with Alfred.

Lovino bit his lip, watching Alfred from across the cafeteria. The American was sitting alone, the perfect chance for him to talk. He nervously strode across the floor, hesitating, then sitting across from Alfred. Alfred looked up, his eyes obviously red from crying. He felt terrible. Lovino opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Alfred sending him a hurt look and standing to walk away. Lovino stood as well, the apology already coming out softer than he had meant it. "I'm sorry Alfred.. If you would just let me explain-" but he was cut off by the American turning on his heel and stalking away

.Lovino sighed, closing his eyes. This was going to be harder than he thought. And Alfred was taking it really hard. He decided to head to the bathroom to be alone for a while- it wasn't like the tears were already stinging at his eyes and he needed a place to cry. Okay, so sue him. He was crying. He wiped at his eyes furiously, rushing into a stall, slamming the door shut, letting the tears fall, soft sobs falling from his lips.

After a few minutes, the bathroom door opened and he tried to quiet his sobbing. It didn't work. The new person asked, "Are you okay?" causing Lovino to gasp. Of course it was Alfred, the person he wanted to see the most right now, but didn't want him to see him crying. The man who was messing with his feelings, making his heart do weird things whenever the American smiled.

He bit his lip, then answered, trying to make his voice as strong as he could. It still wavered a bit when he said, "N-no.. I'm fine.. Just a case of heart-break.."

Alfred hummed in agreement. "I know how you feel.. I'm in love with someone.. But they rejected me.. I'm not proud of how much I cried because of that.." he replied, his own voice watery, sniffling a little.

Lovino felt another wave of guilt crash over him. But then he began thinking. Alfred didn't know that it was him in the stall, yet he just confessed his love for him.. Alfred really was serious about this. "That sounds a bit like my situation.. Except I thought that the person asking me out was making fun of me.. I thought that they had found out that I was in love with them, then decided to have some fun with that.. But I was wrong. And now they won't even look at me.. I regret it so much.."

It was at this point in time that Alfred realized something. "...Lovino?"

Said Italian gasped, asking, "Yes?" he wiped his eyes one last time, opening the door to the stall.

Alfred smiled softly at him, opening his arms for a hug.

Lovino took his offer eagerly, launching himself into Alfred's arms, whispering, "I'm sorry.. I'm so so sorry..." over and over.

Alfred hugged him looked up at the taller man, whispering, "I think I love you too.." and then pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss.

After the kiss, Alfred's eyes were leaking as well, though he smiled brighter than ever. "Please say it again?" he asked.

Lovino blushed, but replied nonetheless, "I love you."