Okay loves, well, as of right now I have this entire story planned out. It's going to have 15 chapters and let me just tell you, I expect my notifications to be very high near the end. Enjoy the fluff and cuteness of this chapter, admin out~!

"Lovi," Antonio turned to see a woman with long brown hair in a dress racing toward the teen beside him. "I haven't seen you in ages!" The Spaniard yanked his hand away from Lovino's as the lady tackled him. Toni couldn't help but to laugh silently as she hugged Lovino tightly before getting up, helping him up as well.

"Elizaveta? What are you doing here? I thought you left town with that dumb boyfriend of yours." Lovino rolled his eyes, brushing himself of and addressing the woman who had attacked him. He brushed his hair out of his face, Antonio entwining their fingers again.

It had been a few days since the party in the fields and Lovino didn't seem very opposed when Antonio introduced him, to people he probably already knew, as his boyfriend. Even now, Toni was tracing words in the back of Lovi's hand. Lovino either didn't notice, or was very good at faking as he was talking to the lady Antonio supposed was Elizaveta.

"He's not stupid!" She practically yelled. "He's highly intelligent and I like it when he plays the piano. He's very precise." Antonio and the lady both looked at Lovino who was now trying to hide his laugh and Toni heard something that sounded suspiciously like 'precise with what?' That's when he figured out that the Italian was probably not as innocent as he had originally thought.

After a few more seconds, Antonio noticed a tall, rich-looking man walking toward them. He stood stiff next to Elizaveta, who noticed him finally. "Oh, Roderich, I found Lovino! I told you the twins were probably still in town. They wouldn't want to leave their restaurant!"

The man, Roderich, merely nodded. "Shall we go look for Feliciano? There's no reason for us to try to communicate with this troublemaker." He seemed to look down at Lovino from behind his glasses before turning around. Elizaveta merely followed behind him, waving a hasty goodbye.

Antonio had never seen Lovino truly angry. Right now, he found out how happy he was that he hadn't seen it earlier. He watched as Lovi's features contorted into pure hatred, his eyes glaring and darkening that mix of amber and green Antonio had found so beautiful. The grip on his hand tightened so much that it felt like his hand were caught in a trap as Lovino shook with anger.

"So I'm a troublemaker, huh, you damn bastard?" Antonio head Lovi say, his voice dark. "Maybe I should give you a reason to call me that." It took all the Spaniard's strength to drag Lovino away from the retreating couple. He didn't know what Lovino had in mind, but he knew it couldn't have been good. Instead, he decided to distract the Italian.

'What did she mean when she said the two of you wouldn't want to leave your restaurant?' Antonio signed to Lovi as they walked. 'Do you own one? Is that why you didn't leave for all those colleges you got accepted into?'

Lovino sighed. "Well we both sort of own this place called Trattoria Armoguasto. It ran in some other family before getting really bad, but then we ended up sponsoring them because we were the famous kids around here as long as we got to cook the food. We're the best cooks in town, apparently."

'Why didn't you tell me?' Antonio's mouth fell open. 'I'm going to go there soon! Just tell me when you're working and I'll go visit! I want to try some of your cooking.' He could hardly contain his excitement as he signed, going on about how he was sure it would be some of the best cooking he'd ever had.

After a few minutes, Antonio had Lovi smiling again. They walked down the street, hand in hand, before Antonio felt someone tap his shoulder. He stopped, looking back at the woman from earlier. "Hi again, I didn't catch your name. I'm guessing by the hand-holding, you're Lovino's boyfriend. Tonight Roddy and I have reservations to the place they own. Feli's the cook tonight if you'd like to join us for a double date."

Antonio, once again, became excited even though Lovino wouldn't be the cook. 'Yeah, sure, that sounds like fun!' He signed, forgetting that not many people actually knew sign language. That and he had been signing in Italian sign language when, the entire time, Elizaveta had been speaking English. Did she even know Italian?

She just giggled a bit before signing back at him. 'Nice to meet you, cutie,' in Italian sign language, making Toni's eyes widen. Lovino was in the same condition. "Eliza, I didn't know you knew sign language! By the way, only I can call him cute. You can call him Antonio." Antonio blushed faintly at the idea of Lovi thinking he was cute. He'd never said anything like that before!

"The reservation is at seven tonight!" Eliza called, already running off. "Nice to meet you, Antonio!" She added, laughing at the end. Antonio had to admit that he sort of liked her. She seemed fun to talk to, but he didn't at all like her taste in men. Roderich would no doubt sour Lovino's and Antonio's mood as they ate, but Toni wanted to go anyway.

Antonio smiled faintly at her, turning to continue their walk. 'Want to go to your house to get ready? It's already five.' He signed as they walked. 'Oh crap! I don't have anything to wear! All I have are a few band tees and a sweatshirt!'

"That's your fault," Lovino laughed. "I think something we have might fit you. Ludwig comes over a lot, so worse come to worse, you might be stuck wearing something of that damn German's." Lovino then started to grumble to himself about how much he hated Feliciano's soul-mate as they changed their route to take them to the Italian twins' home.

Antonio smiled to himself, enjoying the small crowds of people passing near the two of them as they walked along the streets. Despite living here for two years and spending nearly a month with the Italian twins, he still didn't know his way around the town very well. It also didn't help that he wasn't the best with directions in the first place and was very likely to get lost, even on his way to the gelato shop. It was a miracle that he'd gotten to Feli's and Lovi's house the first time.

When Lovino led Antonio to the house, Antonio took a look around, actually appreciating the house for the first time. They kept the place up nicely, it looked better than most of the surrounding places. They walked inside, Lovino showing him around so that they could both get ready.

They were sitting at the table, Lovino sipping from a glass of tea. He was sitting across from Antonio and next to Eliza. He was never going to be caught dead anywhere near that damn aristocrat. Toni was smiling at him, making him blush faintly. It was weird for him to think of himself as taken. Technically he was, technically he and Antonio were together now. But it still felt weird to him.

"So, Antonio, tell us a little bit about yourself," Elizaveta piped up. She was eating from a salad that had come out before her meal. Lovino knew everything on the menu by heart and knew exactly how everything was made. He'd had a hard time choosing. "All I know about you is that you're taken, cute, mute, and your name."

Lovino rolled his eyes when Elizaveta had mentioned the word cute. Antonio just smiled, looking over at her. 'Well I'm from Spain. I used to be a dancer until I moved here. I've applied for a job at lots of dance places here in Italy since then, but it's been two years and I haven't heard from any of them so I'm supposing that I'll have no luck. I was an honor student in high school, but I'm nowhere near as smart as Lovino or Feliciano.'

Lovino noticed how he, along with Elizaveta, had hung onto every sign Antonio had made intently. He would have laughed at that, but he was beginning to realize just how little he really knew about the Spaniard across from him. He only knew what Toni told him and, so far, that wasn't much. The older teen didn't prefer to talk about his past.

The Hungarian girl's eyes widened. "Wow! You were a dancer? That's amazing! Can you teach me some moves someday? I'll even pay you if you want. I don't know anything besides the usual formal dance styles for the parties Roderich takes me to sometimes."

Antonio nodded, grinning. 'Yeah, sure I'll teach you. I was hoping I could start my own classes here until I can find an actual job. Maybe I'll get a few others to join.' The whole time he signed, he was looking at Lovino. Lovi found himself looking away, trying to hide his blush.

"Oh Lovi can dance!" Elizaveta exclaimed, earning her a glare from Lovino. "What? You're a good dancer! You and Feliciano both are. I wish I'd known sooner that you could, I would have had you both teach me and maybe I could have impressed Antonio with my amazing moves."

'What about you, Eliza? I can call you that, right? Tell me about yourself. I feel sort of left out when everyone else knows you.' Toni signed with a pout near the end. Lovino smiled, thinking the pout looked irresistible, particularly so with Antonio's already adorable features.

Elizaveta smiled. "Of course you can call me that. I'm from Hungary, by the way. I came to Italy when I was younger. This was the town I was in when I met Roddy. I'm actually considerably older than I look; I'm actually ten years older than Lovino. We were walking along the street about seven or so years ago when we just saw these two twins on the side of the road. We took them in and, well, here we are."

'Wow, Lovi! She's like your mom, then, huh?' Antonio signed, surprised. 'Well I did not think you were as old as you said you were. I'm sure Feliciano and Lovino were happy to have you in the family. You're really nice; I see why Lovino and Roderich like you.' Lovi knew that no one else caught the way his hand twitched ever-so-slightly when he signed Roderich's name. He then knew that Antonio didn't like Roderich nearly as much as he pretended.

Within seconds of Toni signing that, Feliciano himself came out to their table with the food. "Ciao, everyone, I decided to come out and give you your food myself. The other tables can wait on their food. How are you, Eliza~?" Feliciano smiled and spoke cheerily as he handed them their plates. Lovino knew he wasn't supposed to be out of the kitchen when there were other customers to serve, but he wasn't going to say anything. They were the owners now, after all.