Bright lights filled the small halls of the hospital as Romano was rushed towards the emergency room. Antonio was chasing after them, only to be stopped by three nurses, their long skinny arms restraining his torso like long white ropes. Tears filled his emerald green eyes as he watched Lovino be wheeled down the hall. As the shaky wheels rolled further and further away the loud scraping sounds echoed around in the white hallway, leaving a feeling of emptiness in his heart. It was then he realized that he really loved the boy. He loved Lovino more than anything in the world, and now his life was on the line. Spain slowly walked towards the lobby where he'd wait for hours, just to make sure Lovino, his Lovi was ok.

"Are you, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo?" A doctor, by the name of Allen, Antonio dully registered, asked as he examined him. He struggled with the Spaniard's name, but looking at the man, he wasn't sure if the guy cared. Spain nodded, looking anxious as he awaited the waited news about his Lovi.

"Lovino Vargas will make a full recovery..." The words lifted a ton off his chest. ", he'll have to be bed ridden for a few weeks and he'll have to take a couple of pain pills every day morning and night. Other than that he's fine, a little stubborn, but fine." Spain felt a wave of relief wash through every fiber of his being as he listened intently to the words the doctor spoke. Soon Allen was showing Antonio to Lovino's room, making little notes about the Italian's condition, but all the brunette had on his mind was getting to Lovino's room as soon possible. Allen opened the door slightly, turning to look Antonio in the eye. "So... what exactly are you to Mr. Vargas?" he asked, a trace of knowing written in his features.

The Spaniard blinked, caught off guard by the question.

"I'm not too sure about him, but... he's everything to me."

Antonio was sitting at Lovino's bedside, when the younger woke up. He groanedand blinked a couple of times before rolling his head over to see a certain Spaniard's smiling face, his eyes full of watery tears.

"Bastard," he rasped, "why are you smiling?" his glazy hazel eyes took in as much detail as he could, savoring the sight of the man he loved. Not that he would ever say that of course.

"Because, if I smile then maybe you'll smile, and if you smile, then I'll be happy." He choaked out, licking his lips a bit. Lovino thought for a moment.

"Bastard." Lovino smirked slightly, biting his waivering lip and trying not to let his own tears fall. He couldn't help it if the guy was a sappy romantic. The brunette stood up and kissed the corner of the red-heads mouth, just outside of his pale lips lovingly. Lovino looked surprised, but smiled anyway. And for the first time that day, Spain was happy, back to his usual self.