Alice: Hey faithful readers! Sorry this one took so long to crack out! I was having some writer's block, and it took a little time to get out of it! But we're back baby!

Romano: Yah shut up and finish the story.

Spain: I think Lovi means he's really excited to see how you continue this! I know I am!

France: My perverted radar is going off!

Alice: Sorry, I don't think we'll have very many steamy scenes, I was meaning to ask my readers about this! MATURE CONTENT YAY! This story is rated T, but I can always change that! It's gonna be up to u guys! I have never tried my hand at writing 'steamy' scenes, I know how to of course, but I never want to make a reader uncomfortable! Please in your review (If you leave one!) tell me if you want there to be scenes like this, or if u really don't.

I decided I would put a warning before each scene if there were a near tie.

There will still be romance don't get me wrong! Just tell me okay?

France: I think you know where my vote is going…

Alice: … Right… I DON'T OWN THIS SERIES!

Finally introducing new Characters!

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"Francis? Have you noticed anything strange about Antonio lately?"

Mathieu gazed at Toni as he walked down through the back entrance of the palace and made his way downwards towards the shore behind the rocks. Francis also looked up for a brief moment, but looked back to his papers afterwards.

"Well he seems as happy as ever, that's for sure."

"I don't know, he seems distracted as of late, well I mean more so than usual."

"Yes, I do sense some sort of pinkish aura coming from him every time he sighs. What is your diagnosis?"

Francis was chuckled and began to apologize for teasing him, but Mathieu looked onto the surf just disappearing behind the shoreline.

"Love. I think he's in love."

Francis smiled warmly, and stood up, wrapping him arms around the younger male's waist. Matthew blushed, but slid his arms around the man's shoulders as well. They left themselves in that embrace for a few seconds before pulling away and getting in a few quick kisses, though chaste, sweet and meaningful nonetheless.

"And how would you know so much about that Cherie?"

"I have a great teacher."

"Francis! Francis!"

The two stopped abruptly, and Mathieu stepped away from his lover, eliciting a frown from the older man. Down the stairs came a frantic uncle with business on the urgent side.

"Have you seen the prince?"

The two guests glanced at one another, deciding whether or not Antonio wanted to be found. It was a simultaneous no.

"I'm sorry we haven't. Why?"

"Well he's going to be late for his meeting with the prince of England, who, if I may remind you, is a very big asset to have in the form of marriage alliances!"

Mathieu blushed at the somewhat blunt implication the man was making, but before he could look back up, Santos had sped away looking for the dreamy-eyed Spaniard.

Mathieu looked back down, a little guilty for lying to the man, but gentle fingers lifted his chin.

"I'm sure Tonio will be grateful for our cover."

Mathieu still looked a bit glum about the whole situation, but held Francis' hand nonetheless as they began a stroll through the palace gardens…

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Antonio never got tired of waiting. Well, he had to admit he was getting a little bored. But if there was one thing Antonio was not, it was a liar. He had said he would wait at this spot everyday, and gosh darn it, he was going to wait!

"Lovino! Lovino where are you? Please come out? Pretty please? Pretty please with tomatoes on top?"

He sighed. That was the fifth plead. He was about to sit down against the large rock again, but as he turned around he heard a small voice.

"What the hell is a tomato?"

Antonio turned around, really hoping that this wasn't his imagination as it had been so many times before.

"Lovino! You came! You came, you're here, actually here you're-"

"Yes! I'm here okay? I get it! Happy bastard… Now answer my question!"

"What? Oh si! A tomato… Ah, how to describe it hm. Well it's this red fruit! It's pretty, and juicy, and it tastes great!"

Antonio was climbing closer to the pools of water where Lovino had planted himself. As he got closer he saw Lovino take in his expression of utter happiness and bliss. It made his cheeks tint.

"You know it looks a little like your cheeks now! Fusososo!"

"Shut the hell up! Liar! There's no way a fruit could be that great anyways."

"Oh but it is! Son muy deliciosos!" (They are very delicious!)

"Then you better bring some next time."

"Next time?"

Lovino cursed at his slipup, but Antonio was almost in too much bliss to notice. Next time? Lovino was going to come back! But now wasn't the time for his petty thoughts, he had a guest to entertain!

"Well I look forward to it! I'll bring a whole basket if you want!"

"Yeah, you do that."

As if he had been given the okay, Antonio began to rattle off every little think in his head. As soon as he finished one thought, before Lovino could answer, he had begun another in its place. He could almost see the faint lines of a smile whenever he said something particularly funny, and it made his palms just a bit clammier.

"So why don't your people come out of the water and walk to?"

"My idiot father had a big falling out with some humans before I was born. He held the grudge, and passed the law that we weren't allowed to use our legs ever again, end of story. Not that I'd ever take orders from that barnacle of a king."

"King? Oh, so that would make you a prince! Like me!"

Antonio couldn't for the life of him figure out why Lovino had splashed all that water at him…

So they talked, and they sat. They talked, and they moved. They talked and talked about almost anything that interested them, half of which the other had never heard of! But they talked nonetheless! Antonio could've sworn that at one point he almost saw the corners of Lovino's mouth twitch. Sort of like he was trying to smile, but didn't want to. That day, Antonio promised to himself. He would make Lovino smile one day, then, hopefully he would make him smile for the time afterwards they spent together.

It was a while later that Lovino said something about the sun setting. Antonio only noticed the way the orange rays reflected upon the water, and danced up Lovino's skin, staining him with beautiful light.

"Hello? Are you listening to me you bastard!"

"Wha-? Oh, sorry Lovi. I probably have to get back to the castle now."

"Lo-vi-no! Not your dumb Lovi-crap! Yes, now go away."

"I will. But, I'll come back tomorrow! And you'll come too won't you?"

"…Maybe."

Antonio walked back to the castle knowing that a maybe was better than a no. Of course Santos was horribly distraught at Antonio's absence at the meeting with Arthur, prince of England, who to be honest Antonio didn't like in the least. He apologized for his tardiness, and made his way up to his room.

He wished tomorrow could come sooner…

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Alice: There you have it, I added some Franada, and soon to be Usuk. I hope that's okay

France: Peeeeerrrrfect…

Alice:… Well I have places to go, people to see… Away from you… Far away… REVIEW IF YOU WANT SOMETHING. I MIGHT MAKE IT HAPPEN!