I cannot believe it has been this long since I've up-dated. I know, I'm terrible, but finals will be over in two weeks. Until then, please bear with me.


"It doesn't look that bad"

"Really, you think so?"

"Uh…Yeah"

"Ew, no, never mind it just throbbed" Gilbert stepped back with a look of disgust and was shortly after jabbed in the ribs by an irate blonde.

"Don't listen to him, mon ami. I think it looks…Cool"

"Y-yeah. Hey, you know what would look even cooler? A paper bag over your hea-UFF- Ju-just kidding" Gilbert laughed nervously and made his way over to the Spaniards couch, curling up in pain after receiving another painful (but well deserved) jab. Antonio sighed and rested the hand held mirror onto the counter. While his friends tried to cheer him up (or at least one of them) he was still in mourning over the fact that the biggest and ugliest bruise and scar he had ever seen was currently residing on the right side of his face.

"Maybe I should get a paper bag" He mumbled under his breath with a bitter smile.

"Nonsense! Think of it as a survival badge"

"Yeah, the 'my best friend fondled an Italian so their German boyfriend beat the living shit out of me' badge"

"Wah!? I've told you plentiful times already, I was simply afraid he would run away if I out right asked him"

"So you head locked him?"

"It was in the heat of the moment!"

Antonio dead panned the blonde and looked over to the albino who absentmindedly watched TV. A soft "pooh, no one believes me" heard in the background from a hurt Frenchman.

"Your little brother sure grew up fast"

Antonio knew of Gilbert's brother; he had met him a couple times during their high school days. The always, uncomfortable looking blue eyed blonde he remembered from back then was defiantly not the austere rock he ran into yesterday.

Gilbert groaned, obviously not to happy hearing how much bigger or stronger his little brother was compared to him.

"You know, mi amigo, you could have stopped him if you hadn't stayed back eating pie" the Spaniard added emphases on the friend part.

"I did!"

"After he lay unconscious on the floor, may I remind you" Francis added.

"Tch, at least I explained to him what went on. And that was some god damn good pie, but guess who can't have any more because they were banned for public disturbance?"

Francis rolled his eyes "Sorry, my friend mistook him for the guy who owns him money' is hardly an explanation" Antonio inhaled a deep breath, holding it in for a few seconds; he exhaled and forced a smile.

"What's done is done, no point in crying over spilled milk right? What's important it that my face isn't broken and that I don't have a concussion." Antonio flopped down onto the couch and started watching the TV as if nothing happened. God was testing him, the brunette concluded, seeing if he could keep his composure even after having tons of obstacles thrown at him. Knowing very well that freaking out and yelling like a maniac (like he might have or might have not done earlier) wouldn't help, he regained his cool and sat down to enjoy some TV. Sure, his only clue to finding out what Lovino looked like was invalid, and his face might as well have been broken because it hurt like hell and now had six stitches adorning his eyebrow, his side with a tattoo permanently embedded onto it was kind of itching, and yeah, he lost a full night of sleep due to the six stitches he received, but he sure as hell wasn't going to lose his cool. Nope.

Antonio twitched; he felt his smile crumble and his hands fist up into balls. Suddenly, the rubber band keeping him together snapped and everything became too overbearing for the brunette to handle.

His mouth opened and if it wasn't for the cacophonous ringtone of Gilbert's cell phone blaring through the house, all hell would have broken loose.

"Ha, speak of the devil" Gilbert flipped his phone opened, stood, and walked off into the kitchen. His obnoxiously loud voice was still audible to Antonio and Francis, not that they were paying any attention.

"Antonio, it looks like your ice pack melted. The hospital didn't give us another so would you like a bag of frozen corn or a meat slab?"

"…corn"

Returning with said corn, he gently pressed it up against the brunettes injured and swelled eye.

"KESESESE Guess what!?"

The brunette and blonde glanced up watched their excited friend fidget in front of them. Too excited for their comfort.

"Si?"

"So you know how my bruder messed up your face?"

"…"

"He feels really bad about it. It's stupid of him but that is just the way he is. Anyways, he wants to take you Francis and me out to lunch this weekend"

Antonio paled and Francis shriveled back.

"Hehe, um, do we have to?" Francis wasn't so sure he wanted to see the guy who sent his friend to the hospital…especially since he was the one who head locked a certain Italian.

"Fine, here's my phone. You want don't want to go, you tell him"

"In second thought, a free meal doesn't seem so bad. Right Antonio?"

"Yeah…right"

And so, on his soccer themed calendar, Antonio grudgingly marked the upcoming Saturday.

'Doomsday'


'What should I wear? What should I say? I hope he still isn't too mad… I guess it's up to me to change that'

Steeping out of the shower, Antonio briskly walked to his room. He wasn't sure what to wear, he didn't want to be too formal, but then again, he didn't want to be the opposite either. He also took the weather into consideration, summer wasn't technically here yet (June 21) but it was early June and it was hot.

'I rather spend my Saturday at the beach…'

Deciding on a red flannel with jeans, he dressed quickly. It was casual, but still looked suitable for an evening out. Standing in front of his mirror, he unbuttoned the first two buttons and rolled up his sleeves. He didn't do anything to his hair; it was already naturally wavy and gave him a 'daring' appearance. The brunette received lots of compliments on said hair and his emerald green eyes since his tanned skin seemed to enhance their glow. He was quite a charming guy but ever since becoming a shut in due to his job, he resembled a zombie more than anything else.

The only thing that threw off his whole look was the now light purplish green bruise that covered his right eye. That and the fact that one third of his eyebrow was missing because of the stitches.

'Maybe an eye patch would look cool?'

His cell phone rang and luckily all past thoughts were dissolved away.

"Yo, we are outside"

"I'll be right there!"

Hanging up, he glanced one last time at the mirror before running down stairs. Promptly making his way into Gilbert's jeep, he was quick to notice both his friends were dressed in a tee shirt or a wife beater and shorts. He decided against saying anything, Ludwig wouldn't really care if his brother was dressed in a wife beater, would he?

It was shortly after when Antonio realized Gilbert was driving down familiar roads, down to the beach where the trio would always spend their summer away back in high school.

"Hey Gil?"

"Yeah?"

"Are we heading to the beach?"

"Yeah! Feli was able to convince Ludwig at having a barbecue on the beach. I swear, that guy is able make my bruder do anything…probably gave him head before"

Antonio, far to use to Gilbert's vulgarity, laughed but nodded in disapproval.

"Aw, don't say that"

Gilbert shrugged "Only awesome me is able to convince Ludwig to do anything, he's defiantly doing some type of service"

Little did they know it only took the bubbly Italian a quiver of his bottom lip and one of his pleading 'Ve' to convince the latter.

Parking as close as possible to the side walk that lead down to the beach, Antonio and Francis dreadfully remembered about who they were to meet. Before Antonio could step out of the car, Gilbert thrust a pair of huge sunnies into his hand. After five minutes of the brunette trying to shove the glasses back, he acquiesced to wear them once a passing lady gasped at his eye. It seemed Gilbert wasn't going to give them much mercy as he forced the two to carry down a cooler full of drinks.

Apart from the whole 'meeting the guy who have you stitches' thing, Antonio was pretty excited to be at the beach. He technically got his wish. The brunette only regretted not bringing more suitable clothes. Trudging along with the cooler, the awaiting duo was rather easy to spot. After all, 'Feli' was wearing pink water trunks, running around and splashing water.

'Cute'

Antonio cooed silently. He looked up and noticed Francis was thinking the same thing, probably more perverse, due to his notable panting.

Ludwig wore a wife beater, his taught muscles shining brightly in the sun as he set up the grill. The two quickly erased their thoughts when rocky (as Antonio temporarily dubbed him) caught eyes and began approaching them.

When the three came in touching distance, and Ludwig reach forward, Antonio squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered back like a turtle. When the somewhat expected 'blow' didn't come, he slipped his good eye opened and spotted the blonde's outstretched hand in front of him. Ludwig face had a red tint to it; his unoccupied hand sheepishly rubbing the back of his head, his eyes averted away.

"I apologize for what I did. It was a misunderstanding and I hope you find the guy who owes you money soon, uh…ja"

Taken back by the fortuitous apology, it took the brunette a good fifteen seconds to register what had just occurred (making sure the hot sun wasn't making him delirious) before taking the latter's hand with a tight grip, his million watt smile back on his lips.

"I apologize too, and on behave of my friend as well. Uh…yeah, me too"

Antonio, being the forgetful person he was, completely forgot the lie Gilbert told his brother to keep their current situation a secret. Something the albino decided by himself to keep (probably to avoid telling a, what he considered, long story).

Ludwig nodded and stepped back, the well-recognized uncomfortable look back on his face. Since Antonio was the mood maker back in the trio, he became determined to lighten up the mood, especially since the thought of Ludwig strangling him at any second was long forgotten.

"Is that sausage I smell?"

"Yeah, I cooked some German sausage for everyone to try"

"Wow, it smells delicious"

"Really?"

"Heck yeah!"

The four set up around Ludwig's spot, laying down towels Francis and Gilbert had brought, popping umbrellas Ludwig formerly had their, and taking out a few plates on a fold up table. All agreed on eating before getting into the water, which apparently was a part of the lunch.

Ludwig and Gilbert got to grilling while Francis watched Feliciano bounce around. Sitting under one of the umbrellas (after finishing his share of the work) the brunette zoned out, watching the sun reflect off the water as the people splashed around, and allowing his skin to soak in the much needed warmth.

The deep voice of Ludwig brought him out of his trance when the said blonde called Feliciano over, informing him of his ringing cell phone. The latter trotted over merrily and answered, his language immediately switched over to Italian, his mother tongue. Even if the chestnut was speaking in Italian, Antonio was able to decipher some words and phrases. A few minutes later, everything started sounding more and more foreign to the Spaniard as the phrases increased in length and speed, and eventually he gave up. Something about being here and what time.

When he hung up, he squinted over and stared at Antonio. The brunette waited for the Italian to run in fear and hide behind Ludwig. Instead, he waved frantically at him even laughing a bit. He skipped over to Ludwig, back hugging the latter with a gleeful 'Ve.' Antonio watched in astonishment as the couple completely antagonistic to each other acted as if they were two puzzle pieces meant for each other. He guessed the saying 'opposites attract' was true.

He watched behind his sunnies until Francis wrapped an arm around his neck, leaning on him.

"I think it's weird too, but hey, its love"

Antonio pushed him playfully off and grabbed a nearby soccer ball, kicking it between his feet.

"A game, jugamos?"

Francis glared, sweeping off the sand from his body.

"Ahon, you're defiantly on"

Racing to the grass field over the hill, they shoved at each other's shoulders, already trying to steal the ball.

"No goalies, just try to keep me from getting the ball past that stick"

Francis scoffed "You mean, try to keep me away from your 'stick'" The brunette raised his two thirds of an eyebrow up and smirked.

"Whatever you say, mi amigo~"

The ball dropped and everything outside of their game grew insignificant.


The ball bounced from the brunette's knee to knee, never once touching the floor. Kneeing it with more force, the ball flew up and landed on his head where he balanced it before allowing the ball to fall to his chest, chest-pumping it back to his knee.

"Stop showing off, you already won" An exhausted blonde scolded from the floor, where he rested on his back. Antonio laughed, but continued his antics. The brunette wasn't wearing the sunnies anymore, practically impossible with soccer. He also unbuttoned his shirt entirely, the sun becoming unbearably hot; the sweat clinging and glistening on his body from his previous soccer match. Francis ditched his shirt and lay lifelessly on the floor.

Truthfully, Antonio was a bit self-conscious about shedding his shirt. Not because of his body, though. He had a muscular but lean build, something he had worked hard for after being called 'lanky noodle' in high school. The tattoo was to blame, neither Ludwig nor Feliciano knew about it. He had an itching feeling the latter of the two would surly ask whose name it was written on his skin. The duo seemed to have a good impression of him and he really didn't want to ruin it just yet, but what if they could help? They were in the area the day after the incident…

"Antonio"

"Mande? Que? What?"

"… Let's head back and take a dip. I think I'm about to drown in my own sweat"

Antonio smirked "You sure accepted defeat quickly"

Francis scoffed and stood, slapping the ball from the brunette's hold. "Yeah right, you won because of your stupid tricks. I bet if I were all up to leg muscle, I would kick it the furthest and win"

Antonio bobbed his head from side to side, thinking it over. "Alright, let see if that is true. Kick the ball, if it passes that tree over… there, you win"

Francis had a killer kick, Antonio knew this quite well. He learned the hard in high school when he got in the way of the blonde's wrath. Thinking back on it, lots of crazy things happened to the brunette in high school. Placing the ball down and aliened to his target, the blonde danced a little, stretching out his legs. Giving Antonio one last sneer, Francis' leg stretched back before flying forward with an absurdly strong kick. Only the loud *boom* was audible, the ball already far in the air.

If the two had been paying more attention to their surroundings, they would have noticed the person coming down the hill on the side walk, right in the ball's path, but they hadn't. It was too late for warnings and a collision was inevitable.

A loud 'slap' echoed throughout the air, the figure no longer visible. With peeled eyes, the two stared at each other before looking back.

"Oh crap"

"What are you waiting for, go!" The Spaniard urged his friend forward, himself hot on his heels. If they were to meet up with an angry pedestrian, Francis would get it, not him. Racing to the end of the hill, they witness quite a scene.

There, on the asphalt floor sat a very perplexed man. He was dressed in a button up dress shirt, jeans, and a scarf, his hair slicked back with gel, the soccer ball tight between his two palms. He was knocked down by the force of the ball, but had he actually caught it?

"Are you okay?" Francis asked, his hand out as an offering for the other to stand. The man dropped the ball and blinked a few times. Once he realized the ball belonged to the two, he glared. Slapping Francis hand harshly away, he quickly stood and dusted himself off.

"Watch where the hell you kick things, bastards" Slipping on his sunglasses that flew off by the impact, he pushed passed the two, not even giving them the time of day or even a mere glance .

For the second time that day, Francis and Antonio stared at each other with peeled eyes.

"Wow, talk about rude"

Antonio nodded in agreement and picked the tossed ball up. "You did kick a soccer ball at him, though"

"Wah-? This is not entirely my fault, okay!"

Antonio chuckled and nodded "Yeah, yeah. I think if we see him later, we should apologize properly"

Francis gave him the 'are you crazy' look. "Look, mon ami. Not everything can be fixed with an apology. And he obviously doesn't give a crap if we apologize or not"

Antonio shrugged and buttoned the bottom three buttons of his shirt, making sure the wind wouldn't blow his shirt completely open.

"Let's head back. Gilbert is going to be mad if he finds out we played soccer without him"

"Too late for that"

Francis pointed down the hill to their spot where Gilbert currently flipped them off from.

"Isn't it always?"


"That German sausage smelled really good didn't it?"

"Meh, French cuisine is better"

Antonio regarded his friend's words as they headed back. When the two were, at most, twenty feet away, they heard Feliciano's voiced ring with delight.

"Brother! You're finally here! I've been waiting for you for a very, very long time"

Francis' and Antonio's head's snapped up as they were greeted with yet another surprise.

'Oh shit'

"Everyone, come here. I want you to all meet my brother -Ah, Romano!" Romano sighed and pushed his brother away "you're too close" Feliciano turned a deaf ear and continued to hug his extremely flustered (and annoyed) brother with an even tighter embrace, much to the latter's chagrin.

"Gilbert, you knew I had a brother right? This is your first time meeting, though. Romano this is Gilbert, he's Ludy's older brother"

"Che, another potato bastard? I never wanted to meet the first one, what makes you think I want to meet the second one?"

"Romano, don't say that!"

Gilbert stared baffled at the two "That is your brother? How?!" Romano growled and started forward but stopped when a blithe voice interrupted him. "Don't listen to him; he's the special one of the group"

Glancing up, he spotted Francis and Antonio, slightly behind the blonde.

"That's Antonio and Francis, Gilbert's close friends" Feliciano mumbled. Antonio stepped forward and stuck his hand out "I'm really sorry about earlier. We really didn't see you coming down"

Romano froze. His whole body went against his orders and stayed firmly planted on the sand covered floor. Antonio sensed the abrupt mood shift and stared back confusingly. Pulling his hand awkwardly back to his side, the brunette became self-aware of his eye. Even if the man in front of him was wearing sunglasses; Antonio could tell he looked doe-eyed behind them.

"Is it really that bad?" Antonio sighed and Romano magically unfroze.

"What?-" His words caught in his throat and awkwardly stared at the other before turning away, embarrassed.

"Why did you ask me to come if you already had company?" Romano yelled, sounding stingier than he meant to.
Feliciano looked like a kicked puppy and struggled to find his words "I was worried about you, lately you haven't-

"Stop talking" Romano cut him off and pulled him away.

Ludwig annoyingly sighed and frowned, heading back to the grill. Everyone else didn't have a clue what to do, never being in such a situation.

"What just happened?"

"A regular occurrence" Ludwig bitterly said, flipping a patty over.

Feliciano returned shortly after, appearing like a little boy who'd been scolded for stealing candy. Romano, with arms crossed over his chest, sat under the umbrella Antonio had been occupying earlier. Clearing his throat, Antonio walked over to Ludwig and wrapped his arm around the blonde's shoulder. "Food ready yet? I'm drooling over here!"


"Is he going to eat?"

"Probably not. If he wants to be an ass, by all means, let him be an ass over there" Antonio, who ate in silence, turned over in his seat and watched Romano apply sunscreen to his exposed cheeks and nose. He was the only one out of the entire group who sat by himself, furthest away from everybody else under the same umbrella. He rested a towel down and laid over it, arms crossing behind his head.

"Maybe he's just nervous around people" Francis suggested.

"Well, by the way he acts, not many people would like to be near him in the first place" Gilbert retorted. Antonio glanced over at Feliciano; his head casted down as he nibbled at his hotdog.

"Cállate, Gilbert. I'm sure your brother is a good man and has his reasons" The brunette assured the now surprised Italian with a friendly wink.

"Thank you, but Gilbert is right. My brother is very stubborn with lots of pride and has a hard time expressing himself that no one really gets to know him before they leave. He's grown to prefer loneliness, but either way, lately he's been - Ah, never mind" Feliciano stuffed half of his hotdog into his mouth, trying to avoid anything else from coming out his lips. The trio stared in bewilderment but didn't press the matter any further. Ludwig, who'd been haphazardly listening, reached over with a napkin to clean the ketchup off from the chestnut's cheek.

Antonio never experienced problems getting along with others; he naturally got along with everyone. He found it difficult to imagine the life Romano lived. Sure, the brunette's had times where he preferred to be alone, but always? The single thought of it made his stomach flip.

"Pride? Nah, he's just full of himself" Gilbert laughed and Antonio grew extremely agitated.

Without a single word, the Spaniard stood with his plate of half eaten food and walked over to the seemingly sleeping figure. He heard Gilbert protest, but continued walking anyways. Pulling a towel next to Romano's spot, he sat and stared eating again. As soon as he did, Romano grunted and tuned his back to Antonio.

"I already told you, Feliciano, I don't want to eat"

Antonio swallowed his bite and shrugged. "I just wanted to give you company, actually"

Romano stopped, his body visibly stiffening. Antonio enquired if what Francis aforementioned about Romano being nervous around people was true. Before he could say anything, Romano instantly shot up even his sunglasses fell. His eyes were alert and wide, staring intently back at the Spaniard's. For a few short seconds, the Spaniard felt trapped in the gaze. The huge and intense chocolate orbs that stared back at him felt oddly familiar, but this was an individual Antonio never recalled meeting.

Romano's eyebrows furred together, his eyes returning to their normal state. For a flash of a second, the brunette swore he saw hurt and anger behind the now dull orbs, he began to worry he had somehow offended the other.

"I'm so pathetic" With those three words, Romano looked away in the opposite direction. And although he didn't want to be there, the coffee haired man stayed seated. Antonio gulped, guilt coiled tightly in his chest. He couldn't fathom why, though.

'Maybe because I've always had it so easy that I never once stopped to notice the people around me struggling'

Setting his plate aside with one last bite, Antonio shifted in his spot, facing Romano.

"You know, you never accepted my apology" No reply. The brunette figured as much.

"Okay, I'll do all the talking" Something in him told him that Romano was probably rolling his eyes.

"My name is Antonio, but you already know that. Let's see… I love soccer, the summer and laughing. Uh, everyone tells me I don't know how to read the atmosphere, but I think that's just part of my charm. People also say I'm an 18 year old living inside of a 25 year old's body"

"You don't say" Romano mumbled.

The Spaniard's ears perked at his mumble and he tilted his head to regard Romano's blank expression with a smile.

"Say, are you and Feliciano twins? No… you're not. That much I can tell- you're different" Romano side-glanced the brunette, showing no intention of answering the other.

"By the looks of it, you're the older brother, right?"

"By three years" Antonio quirked his eyebrow, never expecting a reply.

"He looks, you too, really young. Has he graduated? How old is Feliciano?" Romano twitched, unable to suppress his growing annoyance.

"Why do you care?"

"I'm curious"

"Stop asking me questions about my brother, dammit. Ask him, I don't care"

Antonio chuckled, only fueling Romano's anger.

"I asked so I could know your age. Three years older than Feliciano, right?"

Romano paused, embarrassment clinging to his face. "Why are you even here? Just leave" The Spaniard pursed his lips, pondering for a bit. "Nah, I'm comfortable here"

With that said, he laid down, arms folded over his chest. Romano exhaled deeply through his nose.

"Now that I think back on it, today is the first day since Sunday that I get to just lay and relax. The sun feels really nice, don't you think"

Romano disregarded the brunette's words and picked up a twig, drawing capriciously on the sand, his knees pulled up to his chest. He was a bit distant from the brunette, his face twisted up in discomfort.

"I've had a terrible week- mi cabeza, it hurts just to think about it" Romano halted his actions, momentarily thinking contemplatively before going back to his drawing.

"Why? Not that I care or anything, just your eye is grossing me out" Romano intoned not so nicely.

Antonio shifted in his spot, hands now folded behind his head, completely overlooking the last part of Romano's words.

"Well, where do I start? I lost my only job on Thursday, had my car taken away, paid a huge fine to get it back, got the living hell beat out of me by Ludwig-

He turned to face the Spaniard, genially surprised, his eyes seeming to ask 'Ludwig did that?'

Romano became fully aware of his deep starting and turned away sharply, the embarrassment flooding to his face again.

"Probably because of something stupid you did" The chocolate haired man virtually spat.

"Ehehehe, something along those lines" Antonio abashedly played with a curl from his hair.

Romano gave him a questioning look, completely perplex. Looking away again, he crossed his arms and closed his eyes, a slight crease in his eyebrows. He went into deep thought, playing a scene in his head.

"I have to go" Romano stood, picking his sunglasses up. Antonio also sat up, his shirt (still only the three bottom buttons buttoned) creased over, exposing his toned stomach and a glimpse of his tattoo to Romano. If it wasn't for the glasses already over his eyes, Antonio would have had a heart attack after seeing Romano's eyes pop out of their sockets. Romano's hand flew to his mouth, appearing as if he would be sick any minute. He looked uneasy almost distressed and it was painfully obvious he currently didn't want to be there.

"Hey, are you oka-

"We ran out of buns and ketchup! Hey, Romano, since you're not wet yet could you head down to the store?" Gilbert was a rather brave person to request things from Romano. And while Romano was irritated about being 'ordered around' he was more than happy to leave.

"Great! Antonio, get in the water, that's the whole reason we came to the beach, man" Gilbert had finished early and convinced Ludwig into the water with everyone else, ignoring the one hour rule.

"I didn't bring a change of clothes, though"

"Tch, just take off your shirt and jeans, you can hardy tell the difference"

Antonio thought, a dip in the water would be refreshing and Gilbert didn't seem care if he showed his tattoo anymore, apparently. Maybe if he was fast enough, the duo wouldn't notice. He fumbled with the hem of his shirt, unbuttoning the last few buttons.

"No!"

The sudden scream and iron grip on his shirt made Antonio jump in fear. Looking down, Romano clenched onto his shirt, his breath caught in his throat.

"Roma-?"

Turning scarlet, he hastily pulled away. "I'm new to the area, bastard. How the hell am I supposed to know where the store is? He isn't wet either"

Gilbert's eye twitched 'bastard?'

"That's true…. Don't worry, I'll come with you!"

Romano looked baffled, his own plan back firing on him. "W-why must I go too, there's no point"

"Sure there is, I can show you were the store is for future reference" Romano hesitated; parting his lips several times but was unable to come up with an excuse.

"Let's hurry, swimming will make everyone really hungry later" Antonio pulled on Romano's wrist, leading him away. And as if Antonio's touch was electrocuting, Romano harshly pulled away, glaring up at the brunette. "I can walk on my own" Antonio stayed back, stunned, watching the back of the latter walk away. His head hurt a bit, desperately trying to remember something he didn't even recall- the scene displayed in front of him painfully familiar, Déjà vu? He just didn't know.

"Hey roma! Wait up"

"Don't call me that!"


/headdesks i know ;; The two will have more screen time in Ch.4 and i'm sorry if the last part was awkward? I had a really hard time writing out Romano's parts. I really don't know why though. Sometime i wonder if it would be easier writing in Romano's perspective instead of Antonio's ;; ALSO rating will change (M)~ Not sure if in the next chapter or not but i'll leave a warning beforehand.