Feli skipped near his 'mother' as they walked through town.

"Oh, look. It's the French Bastard." Lovino muttered.

"Oh, Uncle Francis! I haven't saw you since I was a baby!" Feli ran forward, and hugged the Frenchman.

"Bonjour, Feli." Francis responded.

"Oh, where's your husband or wife or whatever?" Feli asked curiously, noticing two kids, but no adult person by Francis's side.

"He's spending time with someone else, and we might be going through divorce soon." Francis sighed.

"Oh, like Daddy spends time with Arthur?" Feli asked.

"Yes, exactly like that." Francis looked about ready to cry.

"Daddy's with Arthur. Arthur doesn't visit anymore." Feli explained easily.

Francis choked on a sob and nodded his head, "I understand."

Why did life do this to them?


"I'm sorry about the divorce, mi amigo." Antonio sighed.

"Don't call me your friend. Aren't I more than that?" Arthur growled.

"Sí, but Lovi's mi amor." Antonio answered sadly.

"Forget it." Arthur sighed.

"I just want you to be happy." Antonio told him.

"I feel like I'd only be happy if Francis stayed." Arthur sighed.

"I know." Antonio's heart was pulling him two ways, and he felt if one way was taken from him, he'd crumble.

He couldn't deal with it if Lovi found their relationship too broken to go on.

"Would you divorce Lovino to be with me?" Arthur asked the other man.

"No." Antonio's heart broke; he could never divorce or leave Lovi.

"I know. Forget I said anything." Arthur sighed as he spoke.

Antonio fought against his tears.

Antonio's heart pulled him two ways.

It was impossible to choose one way over the other way.