Sorry about the failure in the last chapter.

Maybe I'll make it better later...

But we're not here for that! We're here hoping that our dear newly engaged couple gets to have the family they both seem to want.

Right?
(And if not, you're in the wrong place... sorry...)

Onward!


I awoke the next morning to a face full of Antonio's bare chest, which radiated heat like always. If the sun never sets in Spain, then it must be in his chest. I never felt so warm on a February morning. I closed my eyes again, and maybe scooting a little closer.

Then he moved, he practically pushed me away from him. I sighed lightly before I felt my hand being moved. He intertwined our fingers, and I could just tell the bastard was smiling his happy (amazing) ass off.

"Lovi, I know you're awake." He whispered in my ear, running his free hand through my hair. I kept my eyes shut, hoping to go back to sleep. Antonio laughed a little. "Open your eyes, mi amor. You can't sleep all day."

"What if I want to?" I asked, probably mumbling in giberish. I didn't care, I was warm, and comfortable and perfectly fine laying here without anything on all day. I could have stayed here for years, but that's impossible.

"I'll pick you up and move you." Antonio responded, understanding what I had said. He moved the hair from my face. "Let me see your beautiful eyes."

I groaned and turned over. "They're not beautiful, they're ugly and weird."

"No. They're beautiful. They're not green or brown. Just perfect. Like you." He whispered, kissing my cheek before nuzzling his curly hair into my neck. Why must he do this to me. His hand reached down and grabbed my again, toying with the ring.

I turned back over and opened my eyes to glare at him. "Happy now?"

"It would be better if they were happy eyes, but that will do." He said while laughing a little. "Lovi~ you do know what today is, right?"

I smirked a little and shifted to lay comfortable on my side. "It's Monday, right?"

Antonio's face fell, he frowned and turned onto his back with his arms crossed. It's so much fun picking on him. I can't get over how funny it looks on him when I say something like that.

I couldn't help but laugh at him. "Of course I know what day it is." I whispered, slowly and stiffly moving closer to him. "It's your birthday..."

I sat up and leaned over his face, giving him by best "good morning" smile before kissing him. "I would never forget that."

His frown turned to a smile very quickly as he took the chance to pull me close to him. He pressed his whole face against my neck and left out a sigh. "I knew you wouldn't." He whispered.

I pushed myself off of him. "I didn't have time to get you anything though."

"It's okay, you gave me all I needed yesterday. All that I wanted when you said 'yes'."

My face heated up and I stuffed it into a pillow to hide it. "Shut up! How can you make eberything I do seem like it's so damn important?" He laughed at me and ran his hand down my back.

"Because you're so cute, and that was important. Besides~ I have you all to myself, and at this moment your in no position to make fun of me." The bastard teased, moving his hands lower down my back.

"Shut the hell up. I don't care if it is your birthday I will still punch you in the face." I mumbled, but I wasn't going to stop him.


Of course, Antonio had to leave around four to go do something, leaving me home alone. I had nothing to do and three hours to do it in. It was his damn birthday and I was here without him.

Half of me wanted to cook, the other half was too lazy to move from this spot.

My mind couldn't stay focused thought. I kept thinking of everything that had happened since the new year started. That and Feliciano's announcement. I had to find a way to relax, and soon.

Even if my brother was married in a non-political marriage, I wasn't going to let it bother me to the point of saying anything. Because I hate seeing him upset, and when I make him upset tat goes against everything I've ever done to protects his little, weak, crying ass.

I still worry though. To the point where I was always getting lectured for worrying to much. Maybe I do worry too much. Or maybe I'm just a good big brother.


Meanwhile...

"Feliciano,where are you?" Ludwig asked after aimlessly wandering around the house looking for the Italian. Feliciano had only been back for a day and he had already gone missing.

"I'm in here." A weak voice came from the kitchen. Ludwig walked in there and looked at the table.

"What are you doing?" The German asked him, noticing his pale skin tone and tired eyes. Feliciano always looked tired, but this was different. He was just staring at the plate of pasta in front of him. "Are you alright?"

Feliciano nodded weakly. "Just tired..."

"Why are you staring at the pasta instead of eating it?"

The Italian wiped his eyes, letting a tear fall. "I can't eat it! I want to but I can't, I'm not even that hungry anymore!" He said shakily.

Ludwig sighed and walked over to him. He laid his hand on Feliciano's back. "Are you feeling okay?"

He shook his head and wiped his eyes again. "I feel awful." He laid his head down on the table.

"Maybe you should tell your brother, so he can help you." Ludwig said encouragingly. "Maybe you'll feel better too."

"What if he hates me?!" Feliciano asks. "It's not fair to him if I get what he wants first."

Ludwig sighed and picked him up. "It was only a suggestion." He whispered and carried him to the couch to lay down. "Just relax, and we can talk when you feel better, liebling."

"Grazie, Luddy..."


SHORT CHAPTER!

SO SORRY!

I know what I'm doing so don't worry about it...

The next chapter will be better and longer, this was a sucky filler chapter...

Addio...

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