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Antonio woke up in a strange room. Seems he's been doing that a bit too often as late. He slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from his bright emerald eyes. With a quick glance at the tight pajamas he was currently wearing, he escaped from his barricade of blankets and stepped onto the cool floor. He could hear voices from another room. Might as well go see what damage he had caused now.
Stepping out into the hallway, the hallway, Antonio turned right, only to run smack into someone's chest. He looked up to see a huge blonde guy, hair slicked back and dripping from his shower. The man seemed to glare at him for a moment, before he turned and walked away.
"Hey, Feli, that guy's awake." He said, flopping down on the couch.
"It's about damn time." One voice grumbled as Antonio stepped into the kitchen.
"Be nice, Lovi." The other chided. The boy's reddish-brown hair was a bit long for a guy, and was completely straight in contrast to Antonio's curls. "Ve~, I'm so glad you're okay! We were really worried!"
"Speak for yourself." The other boy grumbled. He looked just like the first one but with darker hair, and a much angrier expression.
"Uh..." Antonio looked between the three complete strangers. "Where am I?"
"At Lovi's apartment. Oh! I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Feliciano, but you can call me Feli!~ And this is my brother Lovi,-"
"Lovino." The grumpy one corrected.
"-and our boss, Luddy."
"Ludwig." The scary looking one corrected.
"I'm Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo. Nice to meet you all." And then suddenly Antonio had an armful of Italian as Feli tackled him with a hug. Lovino was about to tell his brother to get the hell off the guy when Antonio hugged back with a wide smile.
"Great, we've got another hugger." Lovino said, mainly to himself, since the two huggers weren't listening and Ludwig didn't bother responding.
"Do you like omelets with lots of tomatoes?" Feli asked him.
"Yes! I love tomatoes!" Antonio said with a large grin. He had no idea who these people were or why he was here, but they were feeding him, so they must be good.
"So does Lovi!"
As Antonio ate, the two continued to excitedly talk, and Lovino rolled his eyes at them so hard he almost swore it was audible.