Mona: Hey guys, I'm back! Sorry I haven't updated in a while I was busy and then I went to camp for two weeks and things have just been hectic. But I'm back now. So here is my next update I hope you guys like it. Reviews are welcomed.

Mona out! PEACE!

Lovino, could feel himself being shaken awake, he dreaded the thought of waking up though. Damn everything fucking hurt and he wanted nothing more than to curl back into the sweet numbness of sleep. So he just groaned, and told whomever it was to fuck off, but whoever it was they were persistent. Giving up he allowed his tired eyes to slip open, only to find that Spanish bastard looming over him shirtless. 'Wait a minute why didn't he have a shirt!' Looking down he find his own chest is bare, 'Why the fuck am I not wearing a shirt!' Freaking out Lovino backs as far away from the tomato bastard as he can get, and yelled, "Why the hell don't you have a shirt, hell why don't I have one!" Antonio frowned confused by the younger Italian boys panic, "I took yours off, you had a fever and I didn't want it to get worst."

That made sense sort of, but there was still on unanswered question, "Okay but where's yours?" Tony, chuckled, as he explained, "It was wet so I took it off." Face palming Lovino flushed bright red and yelled, "Well put it back on damn!" The damn bastard whines in response, "No, Lovi let my borrow one of yours." "No," I snapped back, "they won't fit you damn." But before long the idots whining got increasingly frustrating and he gave in, "Fine I'll go see what I can find." Exhausted, the poor ill Italian gets up to go to his room to find something for the bastard to wear. While searching he change the rest of the way into some drier clothes. After looking for a bit he's just about to throw in the towel, when something large and grey in the back of the closet catches his eye.

He digs deeper pulling out a huge grey sweat shirt and he think, 'Where the hell did I get this from?' But the stupid thing would have to do for now as he re-entered the room Toni was in, he chucked the sweat shirt at his head, and proceed to flop back down on the couch. Then it was silent, neither of them bothering to speak, Antonio fidgeting every now and then. It was uneasy as if he had something he wanted to ask, and it bugged the crap out of Lovino because he was so used to the Spanish man's usually cheery attitude. His feverish brain just couldn't figure out why the bastard was so uncomfortable, so he sort of just blurted out, "Is something wrong?" The man jumped at the voice and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "Well I was just wondering if you were so sick why you came to school?" It was almost funny how such a petty little question wounded him so deeply, "My Dad works during the day so nobody would be home to take care of me.

It wasn't a complete lie, he really did have no one who would take care of him and his father never was home, but on the off chance he was he knew taking care of him would probably be the last thing on his father's mind. Shuttering at this thought he caught a certain green eyed man's attention, "Lovi, are you okay, you feeling cold?" He almost winced at the kindness deeply rooted in that voice, but he didn't want to worry the Spaniard any further, "No, I'm fine." The man was still a bit unsure, but had no time to act upon his thoughts, for that's when Feli entered the apartment, yelling, "Hey, fretello are yo- Oh big brother Tony is here." Feli's word were still ringing in Lovino's head loud and clear, 'What the fuck is this big brother Tony stuff! He was Feli's brother not Antonio!' Lovino would never admit this out loud but he was a little hurt by this, was he suddenly not good enough, he snapped at his brother not even thinking about it first, "What the hell is this big brother stuff! He's no your brother so why are you calling him that stupid!" Boy was he mad, poor little Feli was cowering in fear, "I' sorry fretello, please don't be mad!" He was fuming, but nothing pissed him off more than Tony said in that moment, "Jeez Lovi don't you think your over reacting, you don't have to get mad. It's not very cute, why don't you be cute like your brother." He changed from pissed to bitter in a matter of moments and hissed, "Get the fuck out of this apartment."

Holy crap Lovi could be scary, Tony was in utter shock and this didn't sit well with Lovino, "I said get out now, you fucking asshole!" He started to chuck everything he could get his hands on at Antonio not caring about the later consequences. Tony somehow managed to scamper out of the apartment unharmed. As soon as he left, tear began streaming down his face, Feli began to worry, "Fretello what's wrong?" Anger flared in the elders amber eyes and he shouted, "Nothing everything fucking fine!" He got up and went to their shared room and collapsed down on his bed, bawling. It was long before he cried himself into a fitful sleep.

b/c

Mona: Hey guys I hope you enjoyed this as I much as I enjoyed writing it.

Ro:No one will like it, cause Spain had to take his fucking shirt off damn bastard.

Mona:Come on Roma you know you liked it.

Ro:I s-so did not, w-hy would you think something stupid like that! *blushing*

Mona: Sure ya didn't anyway review if you liked and I will update soon!

Mona out! PEACE!