Here's chapter 4. It took a little longer than I thought it would but I'm so busy right now. I'm so proud that this actually has a storyline, normally my fanfics are just a load of fluff. Hope you like it xx

Lovina had run for a while to calm down, and, having always been a good runner, soon found that shewas a long way from the leafy suburb that she and her sister lived in. Feeling nervous from the unfamiliar place, she slowed to a walk. To her relief, her purse was in her pocket so she could grab a snack for a late breakfast. The town was full of business people hurrying to work and Lovina felt out of place in her casual dress. Seeing a café with other non-uniformed people in, she slunk inside and found a vacant table.

Looking around at the pastries and omelets she quickly concluded that it wasn't Italian enough for her and she just ordered a coffee. Sitting by herself caused her mind to wander back to the earlier confrontations with her two more loved people on Earth. If only Gilbert had gone home with Francis then none of this would have happened. Toni obviously didn't remember saying anything but his memory was terrible on a good day, and she didn't want to think about how much he'd drunken, contributing to his adorab-Lovina stopped that sentence mid-thought, Antonio was NOT adorable. She sighed and thanked the waitress as her coffee arrived.

"Excuse me but are you Italian?" the waitress asked excitedly.

"Um yes, from Sicily."

"I love Italy, I went there last summer and fell in love with everything! Oh, and Sicily...that's where lemons come from right?"

Lovina smiled a little at her enthusiasm. "Yes, Sicilian lemons are the best." She looked at the waitress who was eagerly waiting for more. "I moved here with my sister and her boyfriend a few years ago."

"Oh my gosh, why would you leave Sicily for here?" she looked shocked and Lovina felt her patience draining away; she'd often wondered the same thing.

"You've got customers waiting." She stared into her coffee and not for the first time, considered heading back home to Antonio. He was probably looking for her right now. That thought made her smile. Looking up, that waitress was still there talking about something.

"Dio mio, I'm having serious relationship problems right now so please, just leave me alone to drink this coffee!" she didn't care that everyone was now watching her, or that she was making a scene. She just wanted to be left alone.

The waitress scurried away and Lovina sunk lower in her chair, only to be aware of someone sitting down in the one opposite her. She looked up with a glare that instantly fell as she saw whom it was that had just made this day even worse.

Francis put his coffee down and folded his arms. Despite the bloodshot eyes and needing a shave, he still made her feel ugly in comparison.

"Bonjour," he greeted politely, knowing his usual flamboyant and flirtatious behaviour scared her so was trying to tone it down.

"Piss off." She started the coffee, hoping he'd go away.

"You aren't having relationship problems. You're Toni's girlfriend."

"It's none of your business. Even though it's your fault."

"Non, what did I do?" he looked horrified.

"You brought Toni home last night with that monster Gilbert, didn't you?"

"Oui, I would have taken them with me but I was…busy… and I thought you'd not be too angry. What did Gil do that could create a problem between such love?"

"I don't want to talk about it," she said quietly and took a sip of coffee.

"Non, ma cherie I can see that you do." After no response, he tried again. "Who was it that got you two together?" no response. "Oui, moi. I did. I'd say definitely over half of my friends are now loving couples due to my skills with love. Now then~" he looked seriously at her. "What did Gil do?"

"Francis, you know Toni better than anyone…" he nodded encouragingly. "What does he think of Feli?" she felt tears threatening again but waited to hear his answer.

"Feli? Oh, but she is the little sister we never had. We all love her, as mon sorello."

"Your Italian is terrible," she smiled though, relieved to hear that; she trusted Francis.

Francis was watching her expectantly, desperately wanting to hear why she wanted to know.

"Does Gilbert make shit up when he's drunk?" she asked quickly, her trust for Antonio returning.

"Well~ he has been known to stretch the truth even when sober. He only wants attention, don't take whatever he said to heart ma cherie. Besides he was with Ludwig for most the night." He trailed off into thought and Lovina decided to go back home and make up with Toni. Then again, she knew that she still couldn't be 100% sure that he didn't feel that way about her. Francis may be his friend but no one would know what goes on underneath Toni's happy exterior; even she hasn't worked him out.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a baby crying and then she realised how noisy the café actually was.

"How can you stand it in this noisy place? Are you immune to hangovers?"

He chuckled. "No such luck. I find it more fun to record everyone making fools of themselves than be a fool." He put a hand over his heart. "No more than 1 bottle of red. On top of that, I don't want alcohol calories." Lovina rolled her eyes. "In fact, I think I'll be going back soon. Gil needs checking on, I wanted to get away from the stink. You know that horrible smell after a party and it is everywhere." He sighed. "Today is cleaning day, I needed this coffee."

"Serves you right for letting Toni get pissed. He promised me he wouldn't do that again, so I know you two had something to do with it." she had a thought, if Francis is going home…to Gilbert…she could ask him if it was true, and what Ludwig said about Feliciana.

"I'm going with you." She ignored his surprised expression and downed the rest of her coffee. "Come on Francis, let's go now." He groaned and finished his coffee before paying for them both and they left the café.