The next thing Lovino knew, he was in meadow in he middle of nowhere. It was the meadow he used to go to with Antonio when the Spanish man decided that he wanted to go on a picnic. It was so rainy and there was a slight chill in the air.

Lovino looked around curiously. Was it all just a hallucination? What exactly was going on? One second he was with a British man trying to bring back his late lover, and the next thing he knows, he's in the meadow he used to go to with the Spaniard.

A Spanish accent called out from behind the Italian man who are looking around curiously, "Hola, amigo, what are you going out here in the rain?"

Lovino turned on his heel almost instantly. He could feel his heart skip a beat as he saw that Antonio – his Antonio – Was alive and well once more.

"Antonio..." Lovino whispered to himself so the Spaniard couldn't hear him, but Lovino ran to him nonetheless, his eyes tearing up, "Antonio! I missed you so much," The Italian sobbed a bit as the Spaniard just looked at him, confused.

"I'm not sure how you know my name, but I think you have me confused with someone else, amigo," He said calmly before kindly putting a hand on the smaller man's back to calm him, "I only know one Italian man. Not that I think about it he does look a bit like you, but nevertheless, you are not him."

….Only one? If he only knows one, but not me, that one must be Feliciano... Lovino's heart got a hole new kind of weight put on it, Th-That bastard...Five seconds back and he already prefers Feliciano again.

Lovino was about to say something, but then remembered how he had first lost Antonio and stopped himself for a bit before counting to ten.

"...But I'm sure you're him..." Lovino said quietly, "Don't you remember me...? Feliciano said-"

"Feliciano?" Antonio laughed, "You know the same Feliciano I do? Feliciano Vargas?"

"He's my twin brother..." Lovino mumbled, just audible for Antonio to hear as he let go of him, "Although he's more like a younger brother than anything..."

The Spaniard raised an eyebrow, "Where were you at Feliciano's wedding, amigo?"

"W-Wedding?" Lovino stared at Antonio in utter shock.

When the hell did Feliciano get married? I swear, it if that God damn potato-eating bastard hurts him at all, I'm gonna-

"Si, to Ludwig Beillschmidt," Antonio nodded, "I didn't see you there, where were you?"

"I wasn't ever told of a wedding," Lovino began to get angry hearing this, "When the hell was it?"

"Just a couple months ago," The Spaniard answered, hearing the sudden anger in the smaller man's voice, "He's never mentioned you, I don't believe..."

Now Lovino knew something was wrong. Feliciano had never hesitated to mention and/or drag him into something with someone he just met. First Antonio, now Feliciano...What was going on?

"What is your name, anyway?" Antonio asked Lovino, smiling warmly once more.

"Lovino Vargas," He sighed; Lovino truly had a cruel name.

"Lovino...?" The Spaniard frowned, he knew enough Italian to know the meaning of such a horrible name, "Who would name their child something like that?"

"I don't know," Lovino shook his head, "I've lived up to it, though."

"I see," Antonio reached out from under his umbrella and gave the Italian another smile, "Come on, you could get a cold in the rain."

Lovino fought a blush and nodded, and before he knew it, he had the Spaniard's arm around him under the umbrella. It was nice to have him back.

….But Antonio doesn't remember me... Lovino thought, So, it doesn't count as having him back...Not yet, at least...

Was this his punishment from God? Or was it just a catch for using the devil's work to get something he wanted to desperately for? Wait, that's not possible, he never sold his soul...Did he? Arthur told him he wasn't selling his soul to the devil...Would Arthur lie to him about such things?

Oh, my God, he sold my soul to the devil! Lovino's blood boiled a bit, When I get my hands on that bastard I'm going to-

"Is everything alright, Lovino?" Antonio asked Lovino cheerfully, "You've been awful quiet, are you not comfortable under an umbrella with another man?"

"Huh? No," Lovino answered, looking away, "It's just..."

I can't tell him if he doesn't remember anything, he'll think I'm totally crazy and then I won't be able to get him back. Even if the Devil does have my soul because of that British asshole, I'm going to make it count. I'm going to-

"It's just what, Lovino?" The Spaniard interrupted Lovino's thoughts once more, "You just ended in the middle of your sentence."

Don't tell him it was him, Lovino thought to himself before answering Antonio, "It's just...The other day was the first anniversary since I lost someone..."

"Is that why you hugged me out of nowhere back there in the valley?" Antonio looked forward, starting to have his own thoughts.

"Sort of..." Lovino looked down, "His name was Antonio..."

"I guessed," Antonio smiled, "Strange how you mistook him for me."

"Why?"

"Well..." Antonio paused, "That would mean he looked like me. And my name is first name is Antonio, so it is strange that he looked like me and had the same name as me."

"Yeah...Strange..."

"I'm sorry to hear about your loss, Lovino."

"It's alright...I know he's still with me," Lovino had a small smile. He hadn't smiled since he last saw Antonio; whether the larger Spanish man remembered him or not was completely irrelevant to him at this point.

"That's a healthy way to look at it," Antonio looked at the Italian cheerfully as they got off the trail that lead to the valley where they were and onto a dirt road.

The dirt road was more like another trail, but it was much more open than the one that turned to the right and lead straight on to the valley. Following the dirt road lead them to a public park, where Antonio and Lovino used to have picnics before discovering the beautiful meadow where Lovino found himself standing after Arthur's spell.

"Why were you out in the rain, Lovi~?" Antonio's nickname for Lovino came back quickly, "Were you planning to go on a picnic?"

"Do people usually go on picnics alone?" Lovino's cold voice came back, he couldn't keep his nice voice up forever, you know, "I don't really know what I was doing there."

Antonio shook off the voice change like it was nothing, something he did constantly before the accident, "I see."