"What was that all about?" Lovino shouted at Antonio. "You're supposed to love me. That's the way you said things would work! You said you'd marry me! All that shit! What the fuck happened to that?"

"Lovi, there comes a time in every man's life—, "Antonio began.

"—that he forgets all of his promises to his henchmen and goes to fuck and Austrian Whore*." Lovino finished.

"Si—No! Roderich isn't a whore!"

"Trust me. France told me all about it. Then he found his monarchs dead."

"Lovi, how many times have you pushed me away over the years? More than I can count. I even asked you to marry me a few years ago. You said no Lovi. You said you hated me."

"You know it's just my pride Antonio," Lovino said with tears forming in his eyes. "I love you España."

"Te Amo, Lovi, but it's not the same anymore. You're still my cutest tomato, but I just don't see you the same way anymore. I don't see you as a lover, it's more like a son, or even a brother." Antonio couldn't hold his tears anymore either. All the pain and humiliation came back to him. He had proposed during a World Meeting when he got a text from his boss. He couldn't contain himself and asked Lovino right there. No one was shocked, yet.

Lovino had stood up from his chair and slapped me as hard as he could. He started spouting the worst curses he had known. I started to laugh a little because that was what I expected my little Lovi to do. He was just nervous and taking it out on me, like he always did. Then he got on top of me and started to punch me. Sure, when he was little he'd do stuff like this all the time, but still he was a grown man! I was expecting a few insults but this was a little shocking. Feliciano and Kiku pulled a still cursing Lovino off of me, and took him outside the conference room.

"I fucking hate you, you fucking Tomato Bastard! Go fuck Frog!"

Okay. It was a lot shocking.

I just laid there for a while trying not to cry. Maria and Francis helped me up. They took him to a private conference room to try and calm me down. Maria hugged and promised me they'd go to a bar soon to flirt while Francis promised that everything would be alright. I looked into her violet-ruby eyes, then his cerulean eyes. I didn't know how the Bad Touch Trio would make him feel better, but I knew that they'd try anything to make their friend feel better.

I had fallen from his normally sunny deposition when alone inside his house. I didn't have to pretend I was happy. I started contemplating my love life. Why did I love my Lovi so?

Well for one, my Lovi was, is, and will forever be unique. He blushed as red a tomato whenever Antonio said something nice about it. But nothing was really all that romantic about their love. Sure, while in my care he had been a child, but even after he united with Italy he didn't seem interested in me. In fact, Lovino seemed to be more interested in Emma than me. Plus, it didn't do any good that I had just proposed like that in front of the entire world when we never dated. Lovi was probably embarrassed, and I was embarrassed too. For once. I was oblivious! I really thought Lovi wanted to marry me. I decided to just let my Lovi go and act more like a mentor than a lover. When I told Maria and Francis this they both nodded and said it would probably be the best thing I could do.

Maria smiled and hugged him gently ,"You still got that crush on specs? Keseseses…"

"Crush on specs? Que? Who?"

"Specs, you know, Austria?"

"Aust—Roderich? He and I divorced centuries ago, the last time I think I saw him was when we were fighting your war!"

"Hey you never denied it, and as I recall you were crying even harder when your bosses made you divorce," Maria retorted. "And like last time you came to the awesome me for comfort."

"Aw l'amour~ She's not dead in you after all." Francis added.

He didn't remember those centuries ago when he and Roderich were married. He would lay awake countless nights in bed, but all he could recall was that the marriage was never consummated, they were never quite sure of their feelings for each other, and that whenever he thought of Roderich there was a dull ache in his chest. And he ache got bigger, and bigger, until the day at the beach.

Antonio took Lovi back to his hotel room, kissed his forehead good night and walked home. He felt terrible for that World Meeting/Proposal gone wrong. He felt terrible he didn't love his Lovi like that anymore, but he had long come to the decision that it was best for them both to just move on.

He walked home from there, taking in all of the sights of Barcelona at night. It made him smile sometimes. People were always so friendly to him, and it always gave him his smile back, no matter what he had been thinking about. So did thinking about Roderich from time to time. He took out his smart phone at looked at the time. It was about midnight. Roderich was usually up at midnight, wasn't he? One way to find out—

No. He wasn't going to embarrass himself again. Lovino was one thing, but Roderich was another. No one knew of his feelings for Roderich yet, or hardly anyone. Just Elizabeta, Ludwig, Maria, Francis, whoever saw Roderich and him almost kiss on the beach—he could probably count the people on his hands. And feet. Maybe eyelashes. At least he knew he could at least try to talk to Roderich. He was bi after all, he'd understand his plight.

Or maybe he could do some research. Do some studying and remember some of his past. He already had Elizabeta on speed dial, so he called her up.

"Antonio! How'd it go?" Elizabeta giggled to herself.

"Didn't get to talk to him yet."

"Why not?"

"I'd rather do it in private than in front of everyone."

"Oh…Lovino thing?"

"It's not a thing! I just think that maybe I should actually talk to someone before I get all over them in some crazy fit of love and happiness!" Antonio shouted while opening his door.

"But that's who you are Antonio. A happy guy, a happy loving guy. But I can completely understand you wanting to be a bit more private this time."

"Chica, help me then. You were married to him more recently than I was. How does he work?"

"Well, how did he work when you two were together?" Elizabeta asked curiously.

"Here's the thing chica, I don't remember anything from our marriage."

Elizabeta stayed silent for a moment. The she remembered when she was staying in Roderich's house, Maria came in one day after Roderich and Antonio divorced. Maybe a few weeks after Charles** had died

"Specs! You Arshloch!*** I can't believe you divorced Toni!" Maria shouted bursting into his house. "He's become a psychotic wreck!"

"It's not like I had a choice! His monarch just died like that! I just hope he doesn't side with your Frenchie friend otherwise I'm screwed!" Roderich said standing up from his piano.

"I wouldn't blame him! You ripped out his heart!"

"I couldn't do anything to stop it! I can't control who lives and dies," Roderich said with a painful expression wishing he did.

Maria flipped her hair for a moment. She still looked pissed and sighed. "Look Specs, maybe you could talk to him or something. Make him feel better. He's about to get torn up by the rest of Europe. He doesn't want a—"

"If this was about what we wanted, then Anton and I would still be married."

Maria gave him a strange look for a moment, and then she saw me walk into the music room. "Hey Lizzy! How's my best gender confused friend? Keseseses…"

I looked at Roderich. He seemed very distraught and he sighed. "Elizabeta, just bring us some tea. I need to play my piano."

I made his goddamned tea. He was frustrating even back then. He could just talk to someone! The piano couldn't talk to him. I thought it would just make it worse considering all the moments that they had shared there. I returned to the music room and saw he was crying on Maria's shoulder. I guess I was right. I sat down next to him on the other side. "Tea's ready."

"Danke schön Elizabeta," He took a sip and sighed again.

"The awesome me will get some cake then, keseseses," She was about to get up.

"No let me get it," Roderich said getting up and moving to the kitchen. "You'll just set the kitchen on fire!" He added to justify him getting cake.

We both stared and each other looking surpsied.

"He's not taking it well either?"

"Nope." Maria replied. "Stupid slickly inbred Habsburgs!"

"They really were starting to like each other weren't they?"

"Well Lizzy, I've heard that longing makes the heart grow fonder, and with Toni being gone so much, I guess Specs and him just…"

"Egen.****"

"That's why the awesome me is going to take him on the wildest night of his life! He's not going to remember stupid ol' Specs once I'm done with him! Keseseses."

Maria really must have made Antonio forget his marriage to Roderich. How the hell did she make a grown man forget two hundred years of history? Sure Antonio was dense and oblivious, but he wasn't forgetful like that!

"Lizzy you better not be bleeding all over that carpet," Antonio said snapping her out of her memories.

"Oh it's nothing Antonio! I was just thinking about something. Say, do you remember if Maria took you drinking after you got divorced?"

"Not at all. Why? All I remember is from her saying a few years ago she helped me deal with the divorce. She didn't say what she did."

Elizabeta nodded to herself. "Just make sweet things then. Roderich has always had a big sweet tooth."

Antonio nodded and got ready for bed. "Gracias Lizzy. Go to be before you faint from blood loss."

Elizabeta rolled her eyes. "Goodnight lover boy." And she hung up.

Around the same time, Maria had gotten into Roderich's hotel room. He was asleep! Perfect! She tip-toed over to his bed, sat down next to him as sneakily awesome as she could, and began to rub his precious curl. Now, all she had to do was remember those Spanish lessons West made her go through. Or the Spanish lessons she went through by choice to understand he Spanish friend. Scheiße!***** She sucked at Spanish, and imitating Toni. Well she had to try. Her friend was making a move, and she wanted to make sure he wouldn't get hurt this time around.

"Ay! Amigo! Curl up next to me, I feel a bit eins—lonely." She cuddled into his back and continued to rub he curl. He was starting to stir.

"Anton, get out of my bed," He mumbled trying to push Maria away. It was going fair more perfect than she had hoped…though she felt a bit insulted. She didn't sound like a man at all.

"Not a chance mi amor," she said wrapping her thigh around Roderich's waist.

Roderich went completely still for a moment. "Maria! Get the heck out of my bed right now! I could sue you for sexual harassment!"

"Ja, ja, whatever Specs. I need your opinion of a certain Spaniard, kesesesese~"

"Look, there's nothing going on between me and Anton right now…,"

"Oh, so you want there to be? Kesesesese?"

"Veilleicht! Ich weiß' nicht! ******"

"Look, you know Toni has had a rough few years." Roderich nodded at this. "And if you make him cry, for the zweitemal*******, I will end you and steal whatever riches you have left."

"Maria, first off, get off me!" Maria complied this time, and lay down next to Roderich. He turned to her. "I don't intend to hurt Anton, or embarrass him in anyway. I just don't want him taking my money."

"Pfft, Toni doesn't want your money. He wants your ass!

Roderich blushed at this.

"I think the insane bastard would offer to pay for all the dates because he wants to top so much."

"That's enough, Maria."

"Was? Is the awesome me telling the truth?" Maria asked in a sing song voice. "Keseseses?"

Roderich blushed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"What things does 'Toni' like?" Roderich said somewhat annoyed.

"Well for one, your boner. By the way, put on some pants!"

"I sleep in my boxers. You know that."

"What were you thinking about Specs? You seem awfully excited keskeskeskes…"

Roderich got up from the bed and found a pair of slacks he had worn. "More comfortable now?"

"Ja. Toni likes cute things; you should see him with Gillbird! He'll just spend the day petting him and petting him keseseses! It's too cute, he's more like a five year old than a grown man! Don't let that discourage you Specs! He's an awesome lover too, not that I would know…keseseses….He loves his tomatoes a lot. He spends a lot of time at the beach with sea turtles. Umm…I don't really know a lot about what he likes and dislikes other than the occasional movie here and there, a few sex positions."

Roderich pinched the bridge of his nose again. Maria smirked a little "You don't want to know Specs." Roderich just nodded and sat back down on the bed. She rubbed his shoulders.

"And why are you trying to help me?" Roderich asked leaning back into her touch.

"Toni is my friend," She trailed off at the end laughing. "Accept it and the awesome me."

She got up from his bed, and walked over to kiss his cheek. "Remember: You break his heart you get destroyed by the awesome me. I look forward to the Hochzeit********!" She left him in this bedroom alone. He sighed for a moment and put his glasses. Maybe he should study Spanish culture or something. Or maybe he shouldn't let Maria steal his wallet!

"Maria! Get back here with that!" Roderich said running down the hall. Maria was a fair distance in front of him and he could hear the 'keseseseseesese' of her laugh. "Maria!"

She quickly opened the door to the set of stairs, then he heard a loud thud. Roderich made a leap to get in before the door closed. Maria had fallen on the first flight of stairs. Roderich quickly took his wallet back and put it in his pocket, and then he made sure to check if she was okay. She managed to knock herself out. There wasn't any blood so he assumed she'd be okay. He picked her up and took her down to Ludwig's room. He didn't know if Ludwig would be awake but it was worth a shot.

He knocked on the door.

No response. He put his ear to the door to see if he could hear snoring. He heard was someone, probably Feliciano, murmuring in Italian, accompanied by Ludwig's loud snores. Then decided he should go to someone else, maybe Fran—no. Who knows what the horny Frenchmen would do to Maria. When did he care? They were close friends. Francis would talk care of his friend. Then again, who knows what the 'Bad Touch Trio' did alone with each other.

"Screw it!" Roderich finally thought. He went back to his room with Maria. He set her on his bed, and put an ice bag where he thought she hit her head. He'd let her stay here tonight, and chew her out in the morning. He got his laptop, a gift from Elizabeta, from his suit case, then looked at the clock. He could stand one all nighter. He could sleep on the plane ride home.

Reference to Maria Antoinette*

Reference to the last Habsburg king of Spain (Charles)**

Asshole***

Yes (Hungarian)****

Shit/Dammit*****

Maybe! I don't know!******

Second time*******

Wedding********