Note: I do not own APH in anyway possible. This is chapter 4. Sorry but there's not exactly SpainXRomano here. This chapter is just to add to the plot or I'm just trying to drag the whole story . But please R&R

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Misconception

Antonio paced around his living room nervously. He was contemplating on whether he should visit France, to ask for advice. He could ask a million other nation but it seemed that France knew his situation better.

Finally making up his mind, he grabbed his coat from the sofa and headed out, he was off on an uninvited trip to France.

"Hey, France! Are you in?" Antonio knocked on the front door.

"Yes… I am…" a very sleepy voice came from the other side of the door. The door opened and he came face to face with a sleepy France who was still in his pyjamas.

"Its noon you know." Antonio said matter-of-factly as France closed the door behind him.

"I was up all night… Cut to the chase, what're you here for?"

"Advice."

"Advice?"

"Yes, advice." Antonio sat on the chair opposite to the already sitting France who was looking slightly confused.

"Advice on what?"

"This weird feeling I'm feeling."

France raised an eyebrow; this had to be related to what happened at Ludwig's place the other time.

"Okay then, in order for me to help you, tell me how does this 'feeling' feel like?"

Antonio thought deeply for a while before responding, "I can't really describe it. It's like a bubbling feeling inside, like happiness but different. And sometimes a lot of blood rushes up to my cheeks, making me feel fuzzy."

"Then when do you feel this?" France asked, fully awake now, he somewhat felt like a doctor.

"Hmm… I guess when I interact with Lovi…?"

France couldn't resist a smirk. This was interesting and definitely worth his time. Antonio interrupted his thoughts.

"Say France, am I sick or something? Oh no! Don't tell me I get sick when I'm near Lovi!"

France sighed, it might be interesting but it was definitely tough as well.

"Look, Spain, what you're feeling is something called 'love'."

"That's the illness name?"

"No! It's an emotion, a very passionate emotion! It can never be an illness!"

Antonio paused to organise his thoughts so far. Seems like so far, according to France, the strange feeling that felt like happiness yet it wasn't, was love, not an illness.

"I'm so glad I'm not sick…" Antonio stood up and made his way to the door.

"Wait! Didn't you want advice? I can give you advice on how to cope with love!" France was not letting this chance slip.

Antonio sat back on the chair and asked, "So, what exactly is love anyway, I'm not familiar with that term."

"It's a feeling you harbour for someone…" France went into a lengthy detail; to be extra sure that Antonio would be able to understand.

"Towards someone? Like who?"

France smacked his head, he somewhat felt like he always did that when talking with Antonio. "Hmph, just ask yourself, when do you feel like that?"

"It's obvious! When I'm with… Lovi…" Antonio's eyes opened wide as realisation hit him—hard.

"But that can't be true! I mean surely there're many terms of love right? Maybe it's just brotherly love or something!" Antonio quickly made up some excuses; his mind was thrown into chaos. "That'll explain why I felt 'jealous' the other time too since I'm like a bigger brother to Lovino, I'm sure I'll rather protect him than Ludwig!"

"By the way you described it earlier, it certainly might have been simply brotherly love," France felt slightly disappointed, this might have simply been a case of slight confusion. "Though you sure are fast when it comes to linking stuff aren't you?"

Antonio smiled, though it didn't really felt like it actually linked and he didn't mention about the 'wanting' feeling during the time when Lovino went over to try the new tomato sauce though, he didn't exactly think it was related.

"Well then, I'm sorry for bothering you, France but thanks anyway, now I know what this feeling is," Antonio stood up, this time ready to make a move without turning back.

"Its okay, feel free to look for me for advice regarding that anytime," he was not letting a slight chance go either.

France saw him out of the house and Antonio was once again on his way home. It didn't take long for him to reach home and he noticed another presence in his house.

"Hey Spain! Where were you?" Lovino popped his head out of the living room as Antonio closed the door behind him.

"I had… some business. Why are you here?"

"I want you to make that new tomato sauce again, Feliciano gave me some freshly cooked pasta to go with it, and I thought we could eat together."

The mentioning of the sauce made Antonio remember what happened the previous time, also remembering that even weirder feeling of wanting something which he didn't mention to France.

It's brotherly love, brotherly love, Antonio reminded to himself as he walked to the kitchen followed by Lovino…

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Somehow I feel like my writing in this chapter feels alittle weird... And also, the feeling of wanting is the bit of lust he felt in the previous chapter .