Hey guys! Sorry for the wait! Here's the next chapter! =D Oh and if you're following our other fanfiction, Live, Laugh, Lovino, we're waiting on the Q&A chapter a little bit longer to get more questions, so if you wanna ask Lovi and Antonio something, go review! Also, I know we're no where close to 100, but just in case a bunch of people start reviewing, we have something special for 100th reviewers. This fanfic started for the 100th reviewer to L*3, so I'm sure you can guess what our little present is. XD Just some incentive. Now enjoy!

Chapter Four: Revelations

"Come on Lovi, it'll be fun! You can see all the wonderful technologies!"

Two weeks since Lovino had had the honor of meeting Antonio's friends. Since the two other idiots had visited frequently and made their presence quite familiar to the ghost. And now Antonio wanted to make more familiar to him! He wanted to take Lovino out shopping with him for groceries.

Lovino sighed heavily and shook his head. "How many times do I have to say it? I can't leave sight of the house!"

Excuses excuses! "That's what you said about stepping outside, remember? You don't know until you try!"

"B-but what if it short circuits my ghost stuff and I can't be visible anymore!" Or he didn't exist at all. That would be the worst. Right when he started making something out of his after life.

"It's just a what if!" Antonio remained persistent. It would be good for Lovino to see the outside world. Even a ghost should be able to get cabin fever after so long.

"And when it happens?" Lovino scowled and stomped out of the room. He could not believe Antonio was willing to take that risk!

"It might not!" With a frown the Spaniard followed his Italian ghost. "Por favor, Lovi? It's fun to go shopping! I want to have a good time with you!"

As much as he wanted to come up with a reason to not go, Lovino simple couldn't. How could he get out of something he secretly really wanted to do? Something about the idea of going out to the market with Antonio seemed right. He sighed and looked to the pleading Spaniard. "Well, I suppose we can at least try..."

"Verdad?" It was a surprised, incredibly excited exclamation followed by a hug. "Gracias!"

Lovino shivered and smiled when Antonio didn't go through him. With a amused sigh, he hugged him back. It was a good thing he didn't die in pajamas or something. Sure his clothes looked outdated, but they were respectable. "When do you want to go?"

Should he even have asked? "Right now!"

A small laugh escaped his lips as he shook his head. Naturally. "Whatever, let's get this over with. Don't say I didn't tell you so when I can't leave."

"I won't 'cause you won't!"

"If you say so."

"I do say so!" With his wallet found and slid into his pocket the two exited the house and locked it. From there it was to mounting Antonio's bike equipped with large basket for shopping purposes.

He nodded to the space behind him. "Hop on."

"That does not look safe," Lovino spat, scowl in place. What did it matter he was dead? He did not want to find out he could feel pain the hard way!

"Quué? It's fine!" He rode the thing everyday. The only accidents he had were in bad weather!

Sighing heavily, the ghost climbed onto the bike and held onto Antonio tightly. If luck was on his side, he was stay solid during the bike ride. But the point in life was to test luck, wasn't it? Grinning, it with a goofy tint at the feeling of arms around him, Antonio pushed off and pedaled into town.

As the house grew smaller and smaller in the distance, the grip on Lovino's heart grew stronger. It started to disappear behind a hill, so the ghost closed his eyes and buried his face in Antonio's back, holding his breath. And waited. Nothing happened. He giggled nervously and closed his eyes, relaxing into his friend. The wind felt nice.

"Do I get to say I told you so?"

"Shut up," Lovino mumbled, pinching Antonio slightly. In response to the sudden attack Antonio swerved slightly.

Lovino yelped and clung to Antonio even tighter. As he steadied the bike, he yelled, "Don't do that!"

The man just laughed. "You started it!" Antonio flashed a smile back at him. "Why is a ghost scared anyway?"

Instant red filled his round cheeks. "Shut up! I've never done this before!"

"They didn't even have bikes when you were alive?"

"I don't know..." Lovino frowned and bit his lip, trying to remember. Now that he thought about it, this situation seemed familiar. Perhaps he had done this before when he was alive. "Maybe there were..."

"Hm? Well that's a start!" Antonio smiled. It was something. They'd thus far gotten nowhere in guessing when the guy had lived. At least now they knew it was a time with bicycles! Now when had those been invented?

A start to what was Lovino's question. What good would it do, exhuming ancient stories?

The ride continued with their banter, talking together with utter ease and fluidity of words it was as if they'd known each other for years. The way Antonio could make Lovino blush came with no work at all, just a natural ability. The two took to each other like a duck to water. Why was that? Even with his friends Antonio had issues here and there. But with Lovino...

People waved at the sight of the nice country bot that was Antonio when he rolled into town, and shot interested glances to his companion. They'd never seen him before.

"Antonio," Lovino whispered, not oblivious to the curious stares. This was scary! What if they could see through him! "People are staring."

"Of course they are," Antonio smiled, "you're new."

"They know everyone?" He asked in disbelief.

"It's a marketplace in a fairly small town. They know most people."

"Do I have to meet them?"

"Not if you don't want to."

Lovino smiled and nuzzled into him. "Good. Maybe another day."

They rolled to a stop where the two dismounted. This was one of Antonio's favorite stands! The nice lady had some of the best grapes.

Lovino stuck to Antonio like glue, hiding from the questioning looks of the vendors shyly. So many people! He couldn't understand how he had spent so long alone!

By the third stall Antonio turned his head back to give Lovino a glance. "Do you want to go back?"

A silent shake of the head was given and Lovino attempted a timid smile. "I'm fine."

"You're sure?"

"Yes! Do you want me to carry anything?" Lovino moved to take the bag of grapes, then sighed heavily as his hand went right through it. Made sense, he was nervous as hell. At least he was still visible. "Never mind on that..."

"Esta bien, we'll be done soon," Antonio assured him with a sunny smile.

"Don't rush for me..."

"I'm not rushing at all!"

And he wasn't really. Antonio just refrained from chatting too long before he moved on. In this way they moved through the chore with a quick ease. With the basket weighed down with food they left the market behind with a still fully visible Lovino.

"Was that so bad?"

"Horrible," Lovino replied with a teasing smile. He hoped next time he could try talking with some people.

That brought a laugh. "Silly Lovi~"

"Like you have the right to call people silly."

It wasn't long before going to the marketplace together was a common occurrence. Lovino was able to gain the confidence to act as if he was living and came to enjoy talking with the vendors. Well flirting with pretty girls too. The only explanation for that must be he did it while alive. Plus it was rather fun.

Naturally it made Antonio happy to see his friend become comfortable with outings to this extent. That had been the Spaniard's hope. Other things, however, made him react strangely. What was it with Lovino and girls? A painful twisting of his insides always accompanied such a sighting. Antonio told himself it was because he felt bad for them, unable to make anything resembling a relationship even if they wanted to for obvious reasons. It was like getting their hopes up, which was cruel. Yes, that was the reason.

It was his internal confusion that had Antonio mentally occupied as he waited behind two women at a vendor. He looked around absentmindedly and therein spotted someone. A happy, young looking boy with brown hair sporting a single wild hair. He looked almost exactly like Lovino.

"Lovi!" He exclaimed, turning back to him.

"I'm right here you dumbass!" Lovino said with a scowl, covering his ears. "What are you yelling for?"

"But it's you! Look!" Antonio pointed to the brunet.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Lovino's eyes slowly made their way to his look alike. Color drained from his cheeks as some unknown feeling churned his insides. He was remembering- What was he remembering? Lost in his thoughts, Lovino did not realize his sudden disappearance from the marketplace back to his home. In his vision were the jumbled images of broken memories.

"We should go-" In Lovino's looking Antonio had turned to watch the twin again. When he turned back, Lovino was gone. "... Lovi? Lovino?"

No one had seen him leave. They were as surprised as he was. And what could Antonio do? He searched everywhere, keeping clear of the cause that was the brunet. Antonio would have talked to him, but as it was he had to leave the marketplace. What if he had disappeared for good? No, he couldn't think of that. He wouldn't. Not until he got home and found it empty of an adorable dead Italian as well.

"Lovino?" He shouted when he burst into his cottage, panting from his mad dash on the bike.

A small voice came from the living room where Lovino was curled up on the couch. "I have- had a brother..."

It took the quiet response to keep Antonio from pouncing on him in sobs then and there. For a bit he just stood, catching his breath, with his eyes on Lovino. Once oxygen was properly reintroduced and playing nice with his lungs the door was closed and couch given a second body to be occupied by. "A brother?"

"He looks just like that kid we just saw," Lovino mumbled, leaning over onto Antonio and just slightly sinking into him.

Thankful for the contact that cemented his continued existence Antonio put an arm around Lovino. "Do you remember anything else?"

"We were close. I think we were twins." He paused, and looked up to Antonio with a sad smile. "I have all these memories of us playing as kids, but nothing past childhood and it feels like there is someone missing."

To the sadness Antonio responded with a soft, kind smile. "But you've gained some headway, sí? It's something."

"I can't remember his name though..."

"Maybe that will come later." The ghost's hair was pet gently. "We can try and meet him and see if you'll remember more, if you want."

"Wh-what!" No they couldn't do that! How was he supposed to ask some stranger about his life? It was probably just a strong resemblance, there was no way he could be the same person. Impossible. "I can't!"

"Just by seeing him for a split second you remembered stuff. Who's to say it won't happen again?"

Lovino blushed and twiddled his his thumbs. "But, how am I supposed to ask him stuff and not seem strange?"

"For starters we can make friends with him," Antonio laughed.

"B-but, no! I can't do that!"

"Por qué no?"

Was he scared of finding out his past? Of learning how he died? What he was missing out on? As much as the knowledge would hurt, Lovino couldn't deny himself the opportunity. He had to know. "I guess we can try..."

"We'll go back next week and try and find him, okay?"

Lovino nodded and nuzzled into Antonio. Hopefully things would go well.

The week that followed was an anxious one. Waiting for the day with bated breath as they were, Antonio tried to make the best out of it by pestering Lovino to share what memories he had gained. Antonio loved kids, after all! Tales of what antics Lovino had been up to with his twin in childhood were gladly absorbed. Just thinking of Lovino as living made him feel fluttery. If they had met under normal circumstances, normal as in both breathing, he was sure he would have made the Italian a friend. Now he had a living twin replica of him to befriend as well!

When the appointed day came the left earlier than usual, unsure as to when he would arrive. He may have just been leaving when they saw him last after all. So they came when there were few people out and milled around, watching.

"What if he doesn't show up?" Lovino whispered, eyes scanning the streets frantically.

"Think happy thoughts," the kid of a man smiled optimistically.

With a scoff, he shook his head and resisted hitting the idiot. "Easy for you to say. Those are the only thoughts in your head, if there are any."

"I think!" Geez, why did he have to be so- "Oye, that's him!" Just entering the marketplace was their target, basket over his arm and smiling as he looked around for the best produce.

Lovino stared at this boy with giant eyes and his image shimmered lightly with his fluttering heart. "How do we approach him?" He asked the air, since Antonio had already begun jogging up to him.

"Hola! I don't think I've seen you before. Are you new to town?"

Blinking, the boy stared at him for a moment as if he was completely lost. Then once the words connected he smiled. "Sì! I transferred to the university for the next semester."

"Verdad?" What a coincidence! "I'm a student too!"

"Antonio!" Lovino hissed, running up to them. He gave a timid smile to the boy and then glared at his friend. What an idiot. They had no plan!

"Antonio's your name?" The stranger smiled then turned to Lovino, to which his smile dropped to a subdued sort of shock as he stared. His hand came up, fingers in a pointing gesture at him. "Hey!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Lovino snapped back with a fierce glare.

He lowered his hand, smile back in full bloom. "You have neat clothes."

Well that was anticlimatic. Lovino had been hoping for something a little... More. The guy didn't even notice they looked alike! Whatever, he could play along. "Thanks, I guess?"

"I'm Feliciano! What's your name?" Feliciano asked happily, as grin-y and childish as Antonio.

What have I gotten myself into? Lovino sighed and nodded to Feliciano. "I'm Lovino."

An unreadable tint was added to Feliciano's smile when he heard the name. He should have known. It was just as he had been taught. "It's nice to meet you guys."

"Y-yeah," Lovino looked down at his feet shyly, then glanced up at Antonio helplessly. What was he supposed to do!

"So what classes do you have?" The two were unaware of Lovino's presence now, chatting away.

"Vee... I don't remember. My schedule's at my apartment." There was a pause in thought before Feliciano continued. "Maybe you could help me? Tell me where things are and stuff. Do you two wanna come over for dinner? It'll be fun! I need to make friends."

Well this was too good to be true. But dinner? That could be tricky... "Maybe some other time?"

Such a rejection caught Antonio by surprise. "Por qué no?"

"Dinner?" He asked with raised brows.

"... Does he not look like a good cook?"

Really? Could he get any stupider. Lovino sighed and pulled Antonio away from Feliciano to mutter in his ear, "What about my little problem, hm?" Just proving his point, his fingers slowly started to sink into Antonio's head.

"Oh... Oh!" The two points connected. Lovino was a ghost. Ghosts couldn't eat. "... We can say you're allergic to whatever he makes?"

"Oh because that's believable," Lovino scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Um, stomach bug?"

"Guess that will have to work..."

"We can go!" When he turned to Feliciano again Antonio hugged him, absolutely ecstatic. Lovino sighed and shook his head. This was going to be interesting.

Address written on a paper in his pocket, Antonio left the marketplace with a Lovino and a smile. "That turned out well~"

"Too well if you ask me," said the eternal pessimist.

"What do you mean?"

"He seems strange," Lovino paused then nodded. "Like you!"

"Oye, me duele!" Antonio frowned. "You make it sound like it's bad to be like me."

"It's just annoying is all."

"I'm annoying?"

Oh man he probably would start pouting. Lovino rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Only some of the time I suppose."

"And Feli is annoying? You just met him! That's not very nice."

"He gives off the vibes!" It was a good excuse!

"There are annoying vibes?"

Lovino scowled and hopped off the bike as they pulled up to the house. "Of course there are. I'm a ghost, I know these things."

"Well fine then," Antonio dismounted and began putting away the bike, "you give off cute vibes~"

"Do not!" The blushing ghost yelled, retreating inside.

And Antonio called after him. "Do too~"

"Shut up! I'm dead! I can't give off vibes!"

"Can too~"

Lovino flopped onto the couch and crossed his arms moodily. "I so do not."

"What's wrong with being adorable?" Sitting beside him now, Antonio smiled at Romano.

Antonio received a roll of olive eyes and a glare. "Well I don't know, I'm a grown man?"

"An adorable grown man!"

"Oh shut up!"

Doing so, Antonio just laughed and nuzzled him. They sat like that for a while, just snuggled together silently. The silence was broken as Lovino sighed and mumbled, "I'm nervous for tonight."

"That you'll disappear again?"

Oh damn. He hadn't even thought of that! What if he did? That would be horrible! Stupid Antonio! "No, but now I am!"

Oh... Well dang. Antonio laughed it off. "You didn't when you saw him earlier!"

"Yeah but when I learn more," He sighed and shook his head. "When I remember more I might!"

"Would you rather not go?"

Lovino groaned and jumped to his feet. "I don't know!"

Leaning back on the couch, Antonio watched him. "It's easy. Do you want to remember things or not?"

A pause, then a deflated sigh as Lovino sat on the couch again. "Yeah, I do."

Antonio was happy to have him returned to his side. His arms wrapped around the ghost so he could rub his nose against his hair. "It'll work out."

It was so easy to relax into Antonio and sigh into a smile. If he said it would work out, surely it would.

When Feliciano Vargas opened his apartment door that evening he was greeted by a smiling Spaniard holding out a bottle of wine in a sunny offering while his Italian companion appeared rather unsure of himself. It was to be expected, though, he had thought it may be that way. Shaking his head of the thoughts, Feliciano gave them a smile in return for the bottle that he then took from Antonio's hands. "Grazie~" He stepped aside, allowing them in.

"Mhm," Lovino mumbled, hesitantly following them in. This was going to be so awkward...

"I'm making pasta!" Feliciano sang, returning to his place in the kitchen in front of a pot.

Ah, right. Antonio gave quite the convincing apologetic smile. "Lovi isn't feeling well, so he won't be eating."

"Of course." Oh wait. Feliciano caught himself with a laugh. "Of course he won't eat if he isn't feeling well. That's no fun at all."

Well that was easy. Feeling a bit guilty, Lovino attempted a smile. "I'm sure it tastes great..."

"Maybe when it's all over you can try some." Feliciano just smiled knowingly, stirring.

Jeez this guy was weird. Lovino sat the table and shrugged, "Yeah I suppose so."

Something in Lovino's mind went crazy, trying to tell him something, but unable to form it into words. He frowned and looked to the ditz cooking. "What for?"

"Hm?" Feliciano rolled his big baby brown eyes up in thought, searching for the file regarding that in his brain. "I don't quite remember. She was very adamant about it though."

That voice in his head was screaming, so loud it hurt. What was it trying to say? Lovino sighed and shook his head. "If you say so."

"Lovi?" Frowning, Antonio leaned down from his standing position, now beside the seated Italian, to stare at him. "Are you alright?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah, I'm fine!" The ghost laughed and looked down at his hands, paling to see they were starting to become transparent. Dammit he needed to stop trying to remember stuff! It made him nervous.

"Do we need to go ho-?"

"Dinner's served!" Feliciano's voice chimed like a dinner bell. Looking up, Antonio nodded. After another worried glance towards Lovino he took his seat opposite him. Once everything had been dished out, Feliciano took his own seat at the head of the table. What better way to break the atmosphere than ask a ludicrous question?

"So are you two dating?"

"Wh-wh-what?" Lovino yelled, color filling his face again and then some. "Of course not!"

"Vee? But I could've sworn... You seem so close."

"I'm affectionate towards all of my friends," Antonio slid in smoothly and smiled. They weren't lovers. Of course not.

"We're just- uh- roommates." Why did that voice start screaming again? How could he have memories about Antonio? That wasn't possible! Why couldn't there be an easy way to get his memories back and end this nonsense?

"Then you're going to the university too?" To this prospect Feliciano seemed legitimately surprised.

"So what major are you going for, Feli?" Antonio needed to change the subject, and fast. Something was obviously going on with Lovino whenever they went down a certain path of conversation. Hopefully this one was unrelated.

Here the second Italian pouted and poked at his food. "Veee, business. It's a family thing. It's really hard though."

That brought a small laugh from Lovino. "You? Business?" He said in disbelief, then blushed and muttered an apology. Where had that come from? He just met this guy!

"I know, right?" It didn't bother Feliciano at all. He returned the rejection of such a happening. "It's no fun at all!"

"Even with cute secretaries?" Antonio's question brought about a laugh from the forlorn.

"They'd have to be really cute!"

"Well what do you want to do?" Lovino asked curiously.

"I want to paint!" The reply was immediate. It was a special kind of smile on Feliciano's face when they came to that subject. "I've liked art ever since I was little."

"Well have you-" Lovino paused and frowned. Why was he about to ask the kid if he had gotten better? What was wrong with him! "Are you any good?"

"I like to think I am. I did really well up into high school."

"Isn't it good we spoke to him, Lovi?" Antonio laughed, "we're in the presence of an artist!"

"Oh lucky us!"

"That's really cool. I've never been able to get past finger painting." Confessed Antonio once he had swallowed his mouth full of spaghetti.

That made Feliciano frown. "That's the best part!"

Lovino burst into laughter and shook his head. "You are both children!" And it wasn't as if either of them could deny it. They blinked at each other at the accusation, then joined the laughter with their own.

From there it was a light and joyous evening. They manage to refrain from anything that would make Lovino fret again, with some help of Antonio of course. It was strange, though. It was as if Feliciano made it a point to try and return to that path. Although each time Antonio steered him off, it didn't make him any less curious. It was as if this seemingly childish and innocent boy had a plan in mind that involved the two of them.

As weeks passed Antonio allowed himself to forget this paranoia. He had been a little high on prospects after Lovino had remembered a few things. He had even been thinking-no, that was stupid. As time passed the three became quite the batch of friends. Feliciano was introduced and immediately adored by Gilbert and Francis. The group of five had their antics of fun and frivolity over a period of two and a half weeks. Whatever walls either Antonio or Lovino had between them and him was whittled away. And once that last brick was gone, it began.

"Oye, Feliciano said he's coming over to day. He's got something neat to show us," Antonio commented to Lovino one morning as he made his coffee.

The ghost looked up from the book he was reading and shrugged. "Okay, if you say so. Wonder what it is."

"One of his adorable paintings?"

"He normally just bring those along whenever he just shows up," Lovino countered. "He's never informed us of his coming to show us a painting."

"True," Antonio admitted, now rethinking it. He looked up as he did so. "A game, then, maybe?"

"No point in guessing." A knock came from the door just as Lovino said this. He smiled and got up. There were a few good perks to haunting a house, like sensing everyone on the premises.

When Feliciano was let in, Lovino noticed the large, old book in his hands and raised a brow. That wasn't what he was expecting. "What do you have?"

"It's something Mamma sent me!" Yeah, finally, after he'd been begging for it for two weeks. Feliciano smiled brightly and sat in the middle of the couch. "It reminded me of something you asked when we first met."

"Something I asked?" Lovino parroted, brows raising higher.

"Yeah, about why Mamma moved us to Spain." Feliciano's words had Antonio glancing to Lovino. Where was he going with this?

"Oh? Why was that?" Lovino paused then added, "What does that have to do with me?"

Ask and you shall receive. Feliciano closed his eyes and mailed, tilting his head slightly as he told his tale. "There's a sort of legend in my family, the Vargas family. Mamma's... Great Grandfather? Great great? Maybe just grand? I'm not sure, but somewhere back there, and he had a twin he was really close with. Some scary things happened and a family friend had to take this twin away from Italy. Now this family friend really loved that twin, like a lot a lot. And ever since they were little the twin had been sick. It got worse when they didn't have as much money and weren't near any good doctors. So the lover joined the army to get enough money for medicine and to call in a doctor. But he died before he could come home, and so did the twin." The brown eyes opened to open the book, revealing it to be an old photo album with black and white pictures yellowed in age. As he searched he continued. "When Mamma had twins she was really excited. She's a huge romantic, and named my twin and I after her ancestors, then moved us to Spain just like the one twin came."

Feliciano's eyes lit up. "Here it is!" He held up the book on a specific page to show the photo. "Look familiar?"

It was Lovino. Wearing the same style of clothing he was dressed in now. And then Antonio in the same garb. How was that possible? Was... Was that him before he died? "B-but how!"

"Well that's another part of the legend." Now he brought the book back down into his lap, finger gently grazing the photo of a pair of twin boys. "Though some of my aunts and uncles say it was tacked on later for effect, supposedly the two loved each other so much even death could not separate them. That if something were to happen, they promised each other they would meet again. Because they were destined to be. Soulmates."

Slowly two pairs of wide eyes meant. Green, olive, they blinked at one another from across the room.

Destined to be... Soulmates...

End of Chapter Four

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