A/N: Hey! I hope you like this chapter. Poor Lovi :( He's been having a bad month. Antonio's improving though! And Feli knows more than he things, hehe.

So, the hair cut scene is in here. I honestly think that Antonio needed one from the beginning. Lovi just never got around to it.

As for 2degreesabovefreezing, I'm glad that you think I'm doing this right! Especially since you have experience. Like I said before, I hope that I don't write anything offensive to disabled people any where, and if I do it's completely unintentional.

And I think I'm going to add a FrUk chapter. Maybe. I don't know. I've never written that pairing before, and I don't want to screw any thing up!

Anyways, enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: I will never ever own Hetalia or any other brand names that I have written about. Ever.

The conversation that happened when Lovino arrived home from the physical therapy fiasco was still haunting Lovino, despite the fact that it happened a month ago.

Feliciano had been there when he had got home that night, since Ludwig had given him a ride. Despite the fact that Lovino knew that he should be thankful to the blonde bastardo, this only served in him disliking him even more than before since he was taking time away from him and his fratello.

Feliciano had been sitting at the table, two plates of steaming pasta in front of him and a knowing smile on his face. The pasta was bare, maybe before they could've had homemade sauce or grated cheese on top. But for now it was plain, toppings like that just memories from before the accident.

After ushering Lovino in and urging him to sit and eat, Feliciano pounced on Lovino when he had his mouth stuffed with pasta. "So, fratello, you and your patient seem to be rather close," he purred innocently, poking at his own pasta idly with his fork. His crutches were leaning against his chair, a new keychain taped onto one of them that had the physical therapy company's name on it. The keychain was no different from Ludwig's shirt or the pen Lovino had used to write his number. Black with thick, white block letters. Lovino thought they should get a better designer for all their shit.

Lovino had ignored Feliciano at first, taking his time as he slowly chewed and swallowed his pasta, taking a long sip of water to wash it down. Feli patiently waited for an answer of some type, placing his fork down to take a sip of his own water. "I guess," Lovino finally said casually after a lengthy silence. "But dammit, he's my patient. All nurses and doctors and therapists and shit seem close to them. It's just how it is," he stated flatly as he took some more pasta onto his fork, ignoring the plying gaze Feliciano was giving him.

"Well, si, but he seemed to really like you, ve," the younger stated knowingly, pouting slightly when Lovino threw him a glare before proceeding to ignore him. "He was fine at first, but when he noticed you were gone he got really sad!" He exclaimed, waving one hand in the air in exaggerated gestures while using the other to pick up his fork and scoop up a piece of pasta. "And then he wouldn't stop saying your name! If he wasn't so scared looking it would've been adorable. Like a little bambino looking for his mom! Though, I think he likes you more than a mom," Feliciano popped his piece of pasta into his mouth, practically inhaling it while winking at Lovino.

Lovino sighed, looking down at his half finished plate of pasta. "Feli. I do not like him like that, and he doesn't like me like that. Got it?" He said firmly.

"But-"

"Got it?" He asked louder, though it wasn't much of a question now.

Feliciano had shaken his head, shot Lovino a 'you'll see I'm right soon enough' look, and said, "Got it."

Other things that had happened in the past month: Antonio could now go on a car ride without freaking out.

Antonio could use his hands and arms without them jerking around.

Antonio finally managed to say his first perfect two syllable word: window.

As for Lovino, the month hadn't been so good. One night he had gotten home after being dropped off by Francis to be greeted by a sullen looking Alfred. "Hey, dude, I'm so sorry, but Kiku heard some noises out in the parkin' garage today and when he got there..." the blonde trailed off, biting his lip. "Well, we think someone tried to break into your car." Lovino's heart stopped. He hadn't taken his car to work that day because he was low on gas, and Francis had offered a ride anyways.

But why would someone try to break into his car? He fucking loved his car, but he never left anything valuable in it. Unless...

"D-did you see anything on the camera?" Lovino finally asked a little shakily. Alfred shot him a concerned look, but before he could respond a quiet voice interrupted.

"The man was wearing a mask, Mr. Lovino," Kiku said, coming out from the back room and nodding at Lovino.

The Italian swallowed thickly. "Wha-what kind of mask?" He finally forced out, feeling like he already knew the answer. Please not let it be him, though. He couldn't afford any more harassment from him. Please...

"Well, it was white and covered half his face," Kiku said, and Lovino took in a sharp breath.

Of course.

He hadn't hear from Sadiq in a little while, actually, and was beginning to think that he had finally left Lovino alone. Their relationship had been rocky from the start, after all, with Sadiq liking telling people what to do, and Lovino hating being told what to do.

In all honesty, the little bitch Sadiq was actually kind of fun to date, for the first couple of weeks. Then he started acting like he owned Lovino, like the Italian was his possession. And of course, Lovino didn't like this.

Lovino had no idea how they managed to last for two whole years, but when it came to the point where he found himself not being able to visit his fratello and having to text the other everywhere he was going, he cut him off. And Sadiq, of course, was not happy.

It started as threats through phone calls and text messages. Then he had broken a window in their apartment, shredded their mail, shit like that. He wanted Lovino back at first, but by now he just enjoyed making his life miserable when he could.

"Dude, you alright?" Alfred frowned as he peered into Lovino's face, which was a mixture of being pissed off and nervousness. The blonde glanced at Kiku, who repeated the question, though without the 'dude' part.

Lovino blinked, dragged out of his thoughts. "Oh. U-um, how bad is the damage?" He asked with a slight blush, obviously embarrassed that he had zoned out.

Alfred bit his lip, his expression giving away that it apparently wasn't good news. "Shattered window and scratches on the side. Least they didn't slash your tires, though, that would've been a pain in the ass."

Lovino's shoulders slumped. "And there isn't anything you can do...?" He guesses. Both Kiku's and Alfred's apologetic faces have away the answer.

"Sorry, bro. Me and Kiks will work extra hard to find who did it, and bring them to justice!" Alfred exclaimed as he slung an arm around the now blushing Japanese man's shoulder. "I'll even get Artie to lend me his Sherlock Holmes kit!" the blonde said enthusiastically.

Lovino sighed and nodded, doubting they would find who it was. It wasn't like it mattered if they did, Lovino had called the police on Sadiq before, and he found out that the other had connections in the police department. "Alright," he said half heartedly as he passed the two. "Tell me if you find anything..." he mumbled as he had walked up the stairs to deliver the news to Feliciano.

Since the Italian didn't have enough money at the time to fix his car, he had found a new carpool. Francis. The Frenchman had been surprisingly understanding about it all, even offering to lend Lovino money. The nurse had refused, he still had his pride after all, and he wasn't fucking poor. Just... Low on money at the time. No, he and Feli weren't on the streets, they weren't starving, they were fine. Lovino was doing his best.

Lost in thought about his crappy month, the Italian sighed as gently propped Antonio up in the bath, running a brush through the long curls. His thoughts had made him distracted, and to his surprise Antonio had noticed.

"L-lovi...?" Antonio asked, head back and green eyes big as the Italian brushed his hair. Soft bubbles floated along the surface of the water, the bubble bath mixture a donation from the local girl scout troop, as well as cookies and finger paint for the patients. Lovino still thought they were annoying bitches that would eat your soul if you didn't buy any cookies.

Lovino blinked, looking down at Antonio. His hair was too long, Lovino decided as he brushed. A hair cut. Antonio needed a hair cut. "Lovi?" Antonio asked again, more firmer as he blinked at the Italian slowly, his thick lashes covering his emerald eyes for a moment.

Lovino frowned as he placed the brush down, leaning over to drain the water before standing up to get a towel. "Si?" He asked, walking back over to the Spaniard and lifting his shoulders up so he could slip the towel behind his back before bringing the ends around to wrap around his chest.

Antonio's brows furrowed in concentration, his lips parted slightly as he seemed to will the words to pour out. They didn't, and instead the Spaniard had to shove them out, broken and mangled. But Matthew had been doing his job, and they were slowly getting patched up. "W-wha... Wha's wong?"

The Italian sighed, mentally scolding himself for showing how stressed he was. It was a rule that, no matter how hard your life has been lately, to toughen the fuck up and act normal in front of their patients. Negative nurses or doctors lead to negative patients, and the hospital flipped shit when that happened. "Nothing," he replied. "Wait here, I'm going to call Bella." She had returned from her skiing trip all smiles and excitement, handing Lovino a snow globe of some mountains and gushing for half an hour as they cleaned Antonio's room about how amazing it was.

Antonio's lips gaped open, as if he was about to form a protest to Lovino, but Lovino had left by then to set up the chair and call the Belgian.

Once everything was set up and Antonio was in the chair, Lovino nodded in satisfaction. "I'll be right back, Bastardo."

Antonio let out a small whine of 'Loviii, donnn leaaaaav-ve...!', but Lovino rolled his eyes and left as the room. He came back moments later.

"Alright, Antonio. It's time for your hair cut."

Lovino stood with Bella, a white towel and a broom and dustpan bundled in his arms. The blonde smiled enthusiastically, a pair of gleaming, silver scissors in her hands, as well as a comb. "Are you ready, sweetie?" she asked sweetly. Lovino tried to ignore the twist in his stomach when he heard the affectionate nick name, and tried to remind himself that the Belgian women was like that towards everyone. Why did he care what she called Antonio, anyways?

Speaking of Antonio, he was seated in a chair, velcro straps running across his biceps and ankles to keep him from falling out. He had gotten better at keeping still, curtesy of the potato bastard, but he would still slide out of chairs.

He was currently slumped back in the chair, eyes wide as he observed the two nurses. He looked confused, emerald eyes flicking between the two as Lovino placed the brook and dustpan against the wall. The Italian then took the white towel over to the confused looking Spaniard, draping it across his shoulders and chest.

"Ready, tomato bastard?" He asked as he tucked the ends of the towel into each other carefully so it wouldn't fall off. All he got in response was a blink.

Moving back, Lovino nodded to Bella, who bounced over. "Don't get too fucking carried away. I want it short, but not too short. And no girly styles, either!" he warned as the green eyes girl flashed him an innocent look and batted her eyelashes.

"I would never dream of Antonio with a girly hair cut!" She cooed, though disappointment was evident in her voice. "Although, you have to admit, with those cheek bones he wouldn't look bad with a bob..."

"Bella!"

"Alright, alright," she laughed as she approached Antonio, the comb being handed to Lovino. "Now, Antonio, honey, I need you to keep still..." she raised the scissors, however Antonio suddenly ducked, letting out a panicked 'No!'.

Bella and Lovino exchanged confused looks. "What's wrong, idiota?" Lovino called, twirling the comb between his fingers.

Antonio looked at him, head tilted as he parted his lips. "Lovi..." he paused. "Lovi cut, si?" he said with wide, pleading eyes. A lock of hair fell in his face, covering one green eye.

"What?" Lovino asked, though he had heard the other. Was that Italian he had used? Before Lovino got excited that Antonio knew how to speak his native language, he remembered the records. Right. Antonio had been from Spain. So he was remembering to use Spanish now?

Before he could get too lost in his thoughts, Bella interrupted him. "Aw, he wants you to give him a hair cut! I'm being rejected," she added the last part playfully, winking at Lovino.

Said Italian was giving both of them looks as if they were out of their minds "Are you fucking kidding? I've never cut anyone's hair in my life!" He protested.

As soon as the words left his mouth, a low whine came from Antonio's throat. The Spaniard looked like a kicked puppy that had been set on fire and thrown in a pit of tarantulas. His eyes were watery and he was slumped forwards. Lovino huffed in annoyance at the dramatic gesture, but Bella seemed to take it to heart.

The blonde turned to Lovino, arms crossed. "Lovino!" She said in a scolding tone. "If your patient wants you to give him a hair cut, you're going to give him a hair cut!" She said, uncrossing her arms and waving the scissors slightly. Lovino could've sworn he saw the evil tomato bastard's mouth twist into a self satisfied smirk.

"But-!" He tried protesting, taking a step back.

"No! Come on!" Bella grabbed Lovino's wrist and dragged him to the back of the chair, leaving him looking down at the damp, curly locks of the Spaniard. "Here," the blonde said, pressing the cool scissors into Lovino's hand.

"But I don't-!" Lovino attempted to protest again, but Bella lightly slapped him upside the head.

"You'll learn! Now, come on, it's not that hard, sweetie," she coaxed, removing the comb from Lovino's hand and letting their fingers brush, something Antonio's emerald eyes caught.

Lovino looked a little helpless, standing behind Antonio's head with scissors raised. Antonio suddenly leaned his head back. His normally wide eyes were slightly narrowed. Lovino scowled at him. "What?" He snapped.

"Lovi ony," came the response. Green eyes were trained on the Belgian, and she tilted her head.

"What?" She asked in a confused tone. She was close to Lovino, her shoulder brushing against the Italian's.

"Lovi. O-o-onl-ly." Antonio forced out, the second word coming out in short stutters. However, the meaning of it was clear.

Bella raised an eyebrow, an amused smile playing on her lips. "Oh my. Looks like you have an over protective patient here, Lovi," she said with a wink, nudging Lovino's arm as she placed the comb in Antonio's lap. "Well, have fun!"

Lovino blinked in confusion. "D-dammit, Bella, I need your help though!" he said as he gripped the scissors.

The blonde smiled. "I know, but I have to check in with Feliks, anyways. He has some blood test results I need. Besides, I don't want to make Toni upset. Bye!" And not waiting around long enough for Lovino to protest again, she exited the room, shutting the door behind her.

Lovino stared at the door, then back down at Antonio. "You little fucker," he growled. All he got in response was a giggle as the Spaniard moved his head forwards again. Lovino couldn't help but feel proud, almost, when he took note on how much Antonio improved. Even if it was all Ludwig's doing, Lovino did have to stay for all of his damn lessons and he had watched Antonio improve. His actions were so much calmer, controlled now.

With a sigh, Lovino stepped closer to the other and reached in his lap for the comb, taking his time as he combed out the other's thick hair. "I don't know why you wanted Bella to leave. She's pretty damn nice." A grunt came from the patient, causing Lovino to roll his eyes. "Use your fucking words. I know you can. You're like a toddler," he huffed as he moved some of the other's hair, hesitantly raising his scissors.

He faltered slightly when he suddenly heard a noise from Antonio. It took him a moment to realize that the other was humming, and his cheeks heated up when he recognized the tune.

Bésame Mucho.

The Italian, however, seemed more at ease as he lifted the scissors again and cut off some of Antonio's hair, making the cut short, a little loose from the man's scalp, but not shaggy. After a few more snips, he seemed to get the hang of it.

"You're damn lucky I haven't just sawed off your hair with Dora the Explorer safety scissors. You're so difficult at times," Lovino murmured as he walked around to get Antonio's front, combing the hair in front of the other's face. The humming faltered as two green eyes peered out through the dark locks.

"Si," Antonio chirped. Spanish again, Lovino noted. "B-buuu..t..." he added in a song song voice. "Lovi c-cuut minne hair, si?" He said, and Lovino could detect the hint of smugness in Antonio's voice.

Lovino sighed as he snipped some of the hair in front of Antonio's face, making one eye visible. "You bastard. I knew you were being dramatic on purpose," he huffed with a pout. Antonio grinned.

"But this is going to be the best fucking hair cut I will ever make," Lovino continued in a normal tone. Antonio gave a small cheer, his eyes shining as he looked up at Lovino.

And it really had been the best hair cut Lovino had ever made. Even though, with it freshly cut, it looked a little out of proportion (due to some damp pieces of hair being combed perfectly straight while other's sat in lifeless curls), but when the next morning came and Francis and Lovino woke Antonio up, Antonio's hair had fallen into a natural looking head of bouncy curls.

"You look great, mon ami!" Francis cooed as he ran a hand through Antonio's now short curls. Lovino caught himself glaring and quickly looked away. "Matthew won't even recognize you!" Francis said with a smile.

Antonio looked excited. "A-an-nd Gilllly?" He asked.

Francis laughed. "Oui, Gilbert won't be able to recognize you either," he said with a smile.

Antonio let out a laugh, obviously finding this thought amusing. Lovino rolled his eyes at the two. "You're both idiots," he said as he set up some chairs for Matthew's. Though, and he would never admit it out loud, maybe the hair cut was the one thing that went right for him in a while.