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THREE WEEKS LATER

"I can't believe you're not going home for Thanksgiving!" Alfred said for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

"There's no point, amigo! My parents are both going to be working through the holiday. I am just going to stay here and relax," Antonio said, glancing up from his computer and smiling exasperatedly.

"Almost everyone is going home, bro. You're probably gonna be the only on this floor!" Alfred pointed out.

"Sí, I know." Antonio sighed. "It's fine, I don't really care."

Alfred clicked his tongue and shook his head. "This is unacceptable." He stated. "Thanksgiving is a time for friends and family to get together and be well…thankful! Wanna come home with me?"

Antonio glanced up from his laptop again. "Huh? Well that would be nice but, Alfie, would your parents be okay with that?" He asked, running a hand through his hair as he considered the offer. "I don't want to intrude on your family's holiday."

"Are you kidding? My mom would love it! She's all about sharing the holiday spirit with others! And her food is bomb! You would love it!" Alfred insisted. "So how 'bout it? I'll even call up and ask if that makes you feel better."

"Esta bien. But only if your family is okay with it," Antonio said, a smile growing on his face.

Alfred smiled happily and went out into the hall to make his call. Antonio waited anxiously and decided he wouldn't pack any clothes until he was sure that he would be allowed to come over.

He didn't have to wait too long. Alfred came back into the room, wearing a huge grin. "What are you doing still in bed? Pack up some clothes, bro! You're coming with me!"

Antonio hopped to his feet, smiling brightly. "Gracias, Alfie~" he said, giving Alfred a quick hug before going to pack his duffel bag.

"N-no biggie!" Alfred replied after a moment and then smiled once again.


Antonio trailed along after Alfred as his friend led him into his house four hours later. "Ma, I'm home!" Alfred called out once they were inside. Antonio looked around him. The house had a cozy feel to it, there were family portraits hanging on the wall and cute decorations on two little tables.

"Alfie!" A woman's voice called out from the living room. Antonio heard footsteps and soon, the speaker was in sight. She was a small, blonde woman with eyes that reminded Antonio of Alfred's. She stepped forward and hugged her much taller son tightly.

"Hey, ma!" Alfred said, lifting his mother off the ground slightly and then setting her back down. Antonio laughed softly, attracting both their attention. "Oh, right! Mom, this is my roommate Antonio! Toni, this is my mom, Amelia!"

"It's so very nice to finally meet you," Amelia said kindly, taking Antonio into her arms and hugging him. "When Alfie told me you weren't going home for Thanksgiving, I insisted he bring you over."

"It's very nice to meet you too!" Antonio was a little taken aback by the hug but hugged back briefly. "Alfred has spoken very highly of you."

"I was just about to say the same to you. I swear, I feel like I know you with how often Alfie speaks about you," Amelia laughed. Alfred blushed brightly and grinned weakly at Antonio. "Anyway, would you like anything to drink?"

"No gracias, I am fine for now thank you." Antonio turned his gaze from Alfred to Amelia and smiled.

"Let me know if you change you mind, hun. Why don't you take a seat and relax for now? I know you had a long drive," Amelia said, ushering the boys into the living room. "I have to go start up dinner. And Al, you're going to need to pick up your brother from school in half an hour. He had some sort of competition today."

When Amelia was gone, Antonio turned to face Alfred who had taken a seat next to him on the couch. "Your mom seems really sweet," he said cheerfully. "And I cannot wait to meet your brother."

"Hah, thanks! My mom's the best! And my brother Mattie is pretty cool. I'm gonna warn you though, he is very shy when he first meets people. Wanna come with me to pick him up? Or you can just chill here." Alfred said.

"I will definitely go with you." Antonio decided, smiling in anticipation.

"Cool! Oh dude, wanna go drop off your things in my room? Sorry, there's not a lot of space here so you're gonna have to bunk with me," Alfred explained.

"I don't mind! Lead me to your room," Antonio responded, standing up along with Alfred. Alfred led Antonio down the hall into a room covered with posters. It was like a larger version of Alfred's side of the dorm room. Little anime figurines lined the two cabinets in Alfred's room. Along with the figurines were a couple of trophies. Antonio's eyes widened as he studied them closely. "Wow, these are all for football. I cannot believe I haven't seen you play yet."

"Maybe you can see me tomorrow. I wanna meet up with some high school friends and play a game." Alfred suggested.

Antonio nodded rapidly. "That sounds like a lot of fun! Won't you need to stay here and help your mom prepare the Thanksgiving dinner though?" He asked.

Alfred laughed loudly at the question. "Hell no! My mom is one of the kindest people you'll ever meet but if anyone interferes with her cooking, she'll go crazy."

"I understand that. I don't like anyone bothering me when I cook either," Antonio said with a laugh.

"Huh? You like to cook?" Alfred asked, looking a little surprised.

"Sí! Haven't I told you that before? I don't mean to brag but I am a very good cook. It's too bad our room doesn't have a kitchen, then I would show you." Antonio declared.

"Now that I know, you'll definitely have to show me," Alfred said with a grin.

"ALFRED!" Amelia called from down the hall. "Your brother came out early! Go get him now please!"

"Aight, 'ma!" Alfred called back and turned to Antonio. "Wanna come with me to pick my bro up?"

Antonio nodded. "Vamos. Let's go!"

"Dios mio, it's freezing. It's times like these that I really miss home." Antonio shivered as he buckled up.

Alfred chuckled and put the heater on blast. "Don't even trip, Toni. You'll be all warm and cozy soon enough." As soon as he and Antonio were buckled up, Alfred took off to the town's only high school, while Alfred recounted some of his favorite high school stories.

"You were a really popular guy, huh? And that still hasn't changed," Antonio laughed as Alfred pulled up at the school's main entrance.

"Shut up, Franny and Gil told me about how you three were practically royalty back in your old school." Alfred chuckled. He rolled down Antonio's car window who shivered as a cold breeze came in. "Mattie! Get over here, dude!" He shouted, leaning into Antonio's side

Antonio saw a tall figure hurrying to the car and smiled as a young man with light blond hair a little longer than Alfred's clambered into the backseat.

"Mattie hey! You missed me bro?" Alfred turned his head to look at his brother who cracked a small smile.

"Yeah. Hello," Matthew said, turning his gaze to Antonio who waved at him quickly. "You must be Antonio. My brother's told me a lot about you."

"He has? All good things I hope." Antonio said, glancing at Alfred who was blushing again.

"The very best," Matthew assured him.

"Well then, nice to meet you, Matthew." Antonio smiled. "Your brother's spoken about you a lot too."

"That's surprising." Matthew snorted under his breath and Alfred frowned. Antonio didn't really notice the awkward silence that followed and he simply smiled as Alfred drove them all back home.

The trio all sprinted into the house as soon as they got back, eager to get out of the cold.

"We're back, 'ma!" Alfred called out, leading Antonio and Matthew into the living room. "What the hell?" Sitting on the couch was Arthur who was looking through one of Amelia's magazines and scoffing softly under his breath. The Brit looked up when he heard Alfred and stood up.

"Artie!" Alfred practically squealed, rushing up to Arthur and scooping him up into his arms for a tight hug and a kiss.

Antonio looked away uncomfortably, accidentally catching Matthew's eye.

"I thought you weren't gonna get here until tomorrow!" Alfred said when he'd broken the kiss.

"That was the plan but I finished my essay early and er…" Arthur blushed and looked down.

"And you missed me~" Alfred teased.

"Oh shut up you tosser." Arthur muttered, blushing lightly. Alfred laughed and kissed Arthur's cheek. Antonio exhaled softly, finally catching Alfred and Arthur's attention.

"Ah, I didn't know you were bringing your roommate with you," Arthur said, raising a thick brow.

"Hello again…" Antonio smiled quickly.

"Did you not have somewhere else to spend Thanksgiving?" Arthur asked.

"No I did not." Antonio frowned a little.

"Well, it was very…nice of Alfred to invite you. So glad to have you here." Arthur said, looking at Alfred who grinned widely. "Er, Alfred, can I speak to you privately for a moment?"

"Sure," Alfred said, taking Arthur's hand and leading him towards his bedroom.

When the couple was gone, Antonio turned to look at Matthew who had taken Arthur's place on the couch. "Uh was that just me or did it seem like Arthur was not very happy to see me?" He couldn't resist asking.

Matthew smiled nervously at Antonio and nodded. "Al speaks to Arthur about you a lot too…" he said softly.

"Oh…" Antonio sighed; feeling a little confused but didn't pursue that subject and just took a seat next to Matthew. "Um so…you're a senior in high school right? That's what Alfred has told me. You two look like you could be twins."

"He remembered what grade I'm in?" Matthew said, sarcasm lining his tone.

Antonio nodded. "Are you two really close?"

"Not really." Matthew shrugged. "We used to be when we were little, not so much now." Matthew paused, looking like he wanted to say more but right before Antonio could prompt him some more, Alfred and Arthur returned, looking a little disheveled.

"Hey guys!" Alfred said cheerily. "Uh, Toni, you don't mind chillin' here at home for a few hours do you?"

Antonio frowned. "Um-"

"Alfred and I haven't seen each other in a few months and would really like to have a few hours to ourselves. Without anyone else to bother us," Arthur cut in curtly.

"Of course! You two have fun. I might just have a little siesta!" Antonio said quickly.

"You sure you don't mind? I don't wanna leave you here alone!" Alfred said guiltily. "Ow!"

"Sorry." Arthur removed his foot off Alfred's, not looking very apologetic.

"He won't be alone. I'm going to be here, remember?" Matthew spoke up softly and irritably.

"See? Matthew will keep me company. You two have a good time," Antonio insisted. He and Alfred stared each other down until Alfred finally nodded.

"Okay, okay. We'll be back soon-"

"Not too soon," Arthur interrupted.

"Call me if you need anything!" Alfred patted Antonio's shoulder. "Mattie, if 'ma asks, just tell her I went out with Artie."

"Tell her yourself." Matthew mumbled under his breath. Alfred didn't seem to hear his younger brother and he grinned at him before taking Arthur's hand and rushing out the door.

Antonio sighed heavily as the door was closed and he rested his head against the couch. Why did he have to have a crush on a guy who was in a relationship? He wouldn't be surprised if his friend spent the entire weekend hanging out with Arthur. He was now starting to regret coming.

"…Are you okay?" Matthew asked so softly that Antonio almost didn't hear him.

"Hm? Yes, I am just sleepy." Antonio lied. "It was a long ride."

Matthew nodded slowly and stood up. "If you are tired, you should take a nap in Alfred's room. He won't mind if you use his bed. I need to take a shower but I will be back here soon." He said. "Get some rest."

"Okay," Antonio said, watching as the younger man left. He closed his eyes, not really wanting to get up.

"Antonio?" Amelia's voice caused him to open his eyes back up.

"Huh? I mean, yes?" He said quickly.

"What are you doing by yourself? Where is Alfred?" She questioned.

"Uh, he left with Arthur. They're on a date," Antonio responded.

Amelia furrowed her brows in disapproval. "He left you here alone?"

"I told him it was okay!" Antonio defended Alfred, not wanting to get him in trouble even if he was annoyed at him.

"Nonetheless you are a guest!" Amelia exclaimed. "And where is Matthew?"

"He's taking a shower." Antonio replied quickly.

"Okay. I'm very sorry Alfred is not being a good host, hun. Would you like to keep me company while I cook?" Amelia asked.

"Yes!" Antonio said eagerly, wanting something to do. "If you'd like, I could help you cook!"

"You cook? I would love your help!" Amelia said happily. "Come along, hun." She led the Spaniard into a small kitchen and immediately gave him something to do.


2 Hours Later

"Toni!" Alfred shouted as he and Arthur came into the house later that evening.

"Hush, Alfie. Antonio is sleeping," Amelia said from where she sat in the living room, reading a book. She looked up at her son in disapproval.

"Oh, my bad. Sorry." Alfred said sheepishly.

"Hello Mrs. Jones," Arthur greeted politely.

"Hi, Arthur." Amelia answered, still glaring at Alfred. "I thought I taught you better than to leave a guest alone, Alfie. Why didn't you and Arthur take him along?"

"Oh no, was he mad?" Alfred asked worriedly.

Amelia shook her head. "No, but I am." She said shortly.

"Sorry, mom! Artie and I haven't seen each other in months, ya know?" Alfred explained, shuffling his feet guiltily. "What did Toni end up doing?"

"He spent time with your brother and helped me fix up dinner. There's leftovers for you and Arthur." Amelia said, still looking indignant.

"Er, thank you, Mrs. Jones." Arthur murmured.

"I'm gonna go check on Toni." Alfred spoke after a couple seconds.

"No! I mean, no you should let him rest." Arthur pursed his lips. "Let's get some of the food your mother made."

Alfred sighed and nodded, feeling guilty as frick. He hoped Antonio wouldn't be too mad at him. He let Arthur lead him into the kitchen where they served themselves dinner and ate.

Antonio came back out just as Alfred and Arthur finished their dinner. "Hola," he greeted, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

Alfred couldn't help cracking a grin at the sight of the sleepy Spaniard. "Hey, dude. Ugh, sorry about ditching you. I shoulda known better."

Antonio yawned and stretched his arms. "Don't worry about it, amigo. I had a good time here with your mom and brother." He said and smiled. "Did you have fun?"

"Yeah yeah we had a great time," Alfred replied. "I'm glad you weren't bored."

Arthur cleared his throat and Alfred turned to look at him. "Alfie, could you walk me to my car. I have to go, unfortunately." He said regretfully.

"Sure, babe. I'll be right back, Toni and then we can do whatever you want for the rest of the night!" Alfred told his friend.

Antonio smiled and Arthur frowned. "I will be back tomorrow." Arthur said, looking directly at Antonio as he spoke. "Come on, Alfred."

He took Alfred's hand and led him outside, leaving Antonio alone in the kitchen. Antonio groaned; this was going to be the longest weekend ever.