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Lovino could swear that his pants were slipping off of him in conference.

Yet each time that they did, each freaking time that he freaking turned around, his pants were on, and there was no one behind him.

And yeah. He knew who the culprit was.

"Antonio! What the freak were you thinking, you bastard? Idiota, you lunatic! We were in the conference! The conference! The entire time the potato bastard was shooting us nasty looks, okay? Can't you be less appropriate? I seriously think you need to get away from the brainless pervert—and get your head out of my pants!"

"My head isn't in your pants, mi tomato," a Spanish accent spoke, "and Francis isn't all that brainless. Sometimes, maybe, but not all the time. Lovi, dear, Ludwig wasn't shooting us nasty looks, he was just adoringly staring at Feli, okay?"

"You tomato bastard! Shut…shut up!"

Lovino stormed into his bedroom (their bedroom, but he could kick Antonio out whenever he felt like it) and was immediately brought into an embrace. He kicked and clawed at the arms that wrapped around him like steel. And, like steel, they refused to budge. It wasn't until Lovino hissed and bit Antonio did he finally let Lovino go.

But even so, Lovino wasn't going to escape.

The next second, Lovino found himself staring into the forest-green eyes of the Spaniard.

"Don't you dare forget what you did to me. I'm not done with you yet." Lovino twisted his head.

Antonio sighed and got off of Lovino.

"My dear, dear, Lovi. Can't you just—"

"No! I can't believe you had brought it up! I thought I could get over it, I thought you could get over it, but apparently you still feel that way about me. What am I to you? Huh? Answer me, bastard! Am I just some toy? Some sex tool that you use so you can show it off to others? Well guess what, I'm not! I'm not my fratello! If you think I'm not good enough, then you can tell me in my face, instead of pulling this shit behind my back! Feli this, Feli that, Feli everything, everywhere! I know I'm not as good as him, everyone tells me that, even Nonno*, who didn't give a damn about me!"

"Lovi—"

"Antonio, if you want my brother, I'm going to tell you here that I am sorry for your pathetic butt, because even though you used to be powerful and stuff, love isn't something force and power is going to take over. He loves Ludwig—you can't do anything about that."

"No, Lovi, I—"

"And if you don't mind, I'll tell you right here, right now. You left me, scarred. The only thing I ever sought for in my life was to be a little more recognizable, to be a little more lovable. It's my fault and it isn't that I'm born this way. I can't help it. I'm arrogant, I'm trouble, and I've got a mouth that needs to be washed with soap. Feli is the opposite of me. I can't do anything about it."

Antonio watched Lovino with heart-stricken eyes. He hadn't meant for it to come out like that! He just…wished that Lovi would be a little bit softer with him. He wanted Lovi to cuddle up to him, to beg and flirt with him…he never wanted Lovi to think that he was unwanted.

Lovino didn't seem to feel the tears running down his agonized face.

"I won't ever forget how you wanted to trade me for Feli. I know that you wish sometimes you hadn't saved me from Turkey. I apologize…for that." Lovino swallowed. "Last of all, Antonio…"

Lovino opened the doors, turning around to whisper his final words of the argument.

"I can't bring myself to hate you."

*Nonno - Grandpa

Hey guyssss! Dunno how's everything been! How was Christmas vacation for you guys? Love to hear ideas that can come up next in the story...review of message me for the first couple in Chapter Two~~~~

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