"Francis, will you show Lovi around while I unpack his things?" Antonio questioned politely, gently peeling Lovino's fingers off of his arm and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. The Italian glared at him with a cloud of red powdering his cheeks, angry at being dumped on the Frenchman.

"No," the brunette spat, pouting. Antonio couldn't resist and squeezed the other in his arms again, cooing as he rubbed their cheeks together.

"Lovi, you're so cute! Stay here, I'll be right back. I promise." He went to unpack his things while Lovino wondered around the house. He looked into every room and eventually settled for scouting through the kitchen.

"Che diavolo? Dove sta andando il mondo? Ho finito!" He whined after looking in the refrigerator, stomping his foot in frustration. Gilbert ignored him. As far as he was concerned, the Italian didn't exist. Why? Because he was a little shit who spit his gum into people's hands when they expected a tip for all their handwork of carrying heavy luggage upstairs. Lovino had stared at his hand for a moment, lifting his gaze to his face and burning his eyes into his skull mentally. He then seemed to consider it right before spitting a blue wad of gum down into his palm, saliva and teeth marks still intact. The German gaped in disgust while Lovino only swiveled around to march back downstairs. Stupid brat.

"Mi dispiace. Hai ragione," Antonio cooed, endeared by his future husband's devilish ranting.

"Sono stanco morto..." Lovino grumbled, rubbing his eyes sleepily as he marched over to Antonio. The Spaniard nuzzled his cheek, reassuring him that he was going to be back soon and for him to rest while he was shopping. But first...

"Bacio lulle labbra." Lovino flushed at his command and fiddled with his shirt before leaning forward and shyly kissing his lips. "Andare a letto, mio prezioso."

"Bastardo... Ti amo," the younger brunette sighed, tracing circles into his jaw before kissing his cheek and turning to thump up the stairway. Antonio looked absolutely lovestruck as he watched his fiancé disappear before grabbing his keys.

"Um… Franny… Gil… Could you do me a favor? I need to go out to get groceries. Lovi's going to go take a siesta upstairs. He's tired. Can you clean the entire house?" The German and Frenchman looked at each other, figuring they'd might as well talk while cleaning. The things they did for their buddy.

"Oi! Toni's little fiancé is gross! He put his gum in my hand!" The albino complained as he washed the dishes. Francis was vacuuming after tying his beautiful blond hair into a ponytail. His feet were bare and he was in less-than-casual clothing since he had no plans for the day other than making Lovino feel welcomed.

"Maybe he misunderstood you, lapin. He doesn't speak a word of English and he's Antonio's little angel. No matter what, we are to help take care of his needs and never complain," Francis lectured with his nose in the air, his beliefs set wholely on l'amour. Damn it, the Frenchie was completely right. But if Lovino pulled a stunt like that again, Gilbert would kick him out himself. Antonio returned mid-clean and did the laundry. The trio was watching television together and joking when Lovino screamed. Immediately, Antonio ran upstairs with his friends behind him.

"Lovi! Che succede!?" Lovino pointed a shaking finger at a yellow feather-ball on his bed. He was standing on the mattress with his back flattened against the headboard. His face was pale and scrunched up in a terrified grimaced. Quickly realizing what happened, Antonio jumped onto the bed and wrapped his arms around Lovino's waist, lifting him up and folding his legs around his waist. The Italian looked at him in confusion, but the Spaniard only smiled calmly and carried him off the bed.

"Please take your damn bird, Gilbert," Antonio advised with a strained smile, petting Lovino's head. His fiancé bit his lip and coiled his arms around his neck, hiding his face in his neck with a whimper. Francis resisted the urge to toss in a perverted comment about Lovino's sleep wear- Nothing but his boxers. Gilbert slinked onto the bed and cupped Gilbird in his palm, rolling off the mattress and standing up gracefully. He smirked, stroking the little bird's head with a finger before moving closer to thrust his hand in Lovino's face.

"Scared of a itty-bitty bird? What a loser," he cackled while Lovino gasped and clung tighter to Antonio helplessly. He leaned away from the animal, glaring at the German hatefully while grinding his teeth.

"Gilbert, he's obviously scared of birds! Leave him alone," Antonio hissed, twisting so Lovino was turned away from the taunting albino.

"F-Fucker!" Lovino spoke suddenly, surprising everyone in the room.

"Lovino! Who taught you that word!?" His future spouse sputtered. The cute Italian only stuck his tongue out at Gilbert, collaborated with flipping him the bird- Pun not intended. The awesome male gasped and placed his hands on his hips, shaking his head.

"You are a rude little asshole, aren't you?" He poked Lovino in the chest. "You are sooo not cute!"

"Fucker!"

"Not cute."

"Fucker!"

"Not. Cute."

"Gilbert! Stop it! You're one of my best friends and Lovino is my sweet tomato! I do not want to see or hear you two fighting! Do you understand me?" Antonio snapped, hugging Lovino close.

"Yeah, yeah... Just tell that twerp..." He drifted off after receiving a smack to the back of his head, courtesy of Francis. He rubbed the spot, griping to himself before walking downstairs. Antonio slowly let his guard down, looking back to his mate and rubbing noses with him.

"You are adorable..." He pecked his lips before letting him down. "Put on a shirt, my love. I'm about to make dinner."

"Ahh! Those two are so in love! Did you see the way Lovino looks at our Antonio? He's so grown up," Francis rambled, delighted with the concept of love and affection.

"Shut the hell up, Frenchie," Gilbert moped visibly, elbowing him. After getting dressed, Lovino bashfully gestured that he wanted to be carried again. Antonio obeyed- He was his bitch, afterall- And snuggled him as he went downstairs. Lovino rubbed his cheek against his chest, content with being in his arms forever. Antonio and Francis began cooking while Lovino sat in the living room with Gilbert. They had a quiet staring match, Lovino's body wrapped snugly around a pillow he wished were his fiancé.

"Fratellooooooo!" Lovino's head snapped up as the front door flung open and his younger brother dashed into the living room, tackling him and assaulting his face with kisses.

"I heard you arrived earlier! I'm sorry I was too busy to come, but I'm here now!" Lovino tried to throw him off, but he was very determined. The twins started to fight, wrestling to have their way. Feliciano wailed out "veeee!" while Lovino spat every curse in the Spanish and Italian books at him. They rolled around on the ground, whining and arguing.

"Oh, Feli's here," Antonio commented like everything was normal.

"You surely have a taste in men, Toni," Francis observed in amusement. They let the boys fight it out until they were too tired to continue. Lovino shoved Feliciano off and started to crawl away when his sibling ambushed him in another hug. They had stopped by the time dinner was served and everyone sat down. Lovino would flip Gilbert off when Antonio wasn't looking as they set the dishes out, setting up the table and filling the plates with delicious food. Lovino poked at his food, reluctant to eat. He looked up at Antonio before scooping up a small portion.

"What's wrong?" Antonio asked, poking his side with a finger. His fiancé turned to him and murmured about calories, looking back at the dish.

"Go on and eat up, sweetie. You need more meat on your bones anyway. I'll love you no matter what you happen to look like. Either way, you'll still be perfect." Feliciano cooed in awe while Lovino blushed intensely. He dropped his fork and grabbed Antonio's chin, kissing his mouth briefly before starting to eat. He moaned at the flavor internally and dug into his meal. He missed eating like a real human being.

"How many English words do you know, Lovi?" Feliciano prodded lightly. Lovino swallowed and wiped his mouth.

"Uhh... I understand and know a couple of sentences. I'm friends with a TV actor from England who sometimes sends me discs of movies or shows of his in English, but with translations on the screen..." He shrugged, "You've seen him, Arthur Kirkland."

Feliciano gasped and waved his fork in the air. "Oh, that guy! Alfred has a huge crush on him, you know!"

"Gross," Lovino muttered, rolling his eyes. "He better not expect me to introduce them, damn it."

"Say something in English, Lovi! I bet you'll sound so cute!" Antonio encouraged, kissing his cheek. Lovino shyly looked down, skimming his mind for a random sentence.

"... Th-The reason I kiss you so much when we're together is because when we're apart, I'm desperate to relive the taste of your lips and the flavor of your love lingers to keep me comfort..." The Spaniard teared up before squashing him in another hug.

"Awww! Lovi, that was so sweet! And your strong accent makes you sound so cute! I love you so much!"

"I am never speaking English again."