AN: Hola. So, this one starts off with a OC of a friend of mine (you know who you are, bud), named Beka. Don't worry, I tried not to throw her directly in your face, reader.

But I love ma pals so, to keep her from killing Spain, I put her in here.

Also, my line break was stolen from another friend of mine (who said I could steal it so HA!)

And no, I'm not even going to talk about the game this time...

THEY LOST! *Cries*

Anywho... Enjoy. *sob sob sob*


Francis wondered about the room aimlessly, his mind working as hard as it could to think of what could have happened to his friend, when he spotted a familiar head of gold hair standing next to Gilbert's younger brother. She held in her hand a glass of white wine, barely even a sip missing from its contents.

"Beka, dear cousin! How are you," asked Francis with his arms spread wide. Beka returned the gesture and hugged Francis. She then waved a hand and flicked a stray strand of hair from her eyes.

"I have been well. It seems you have been good too." She smiled and cocked her head in the direction of Ludwig, Gilbert's brother. With her head leaned close to Francis's and a palm to shield her mouth, she whispered,

"He sure grew into a fine man," a soft giggle, "Is he promised to anyone?" Francis raised a blond eyebrow and shook his head, laughing.

"No, no. He is not. But you may want to snatch him up quickly. Many young ladies have fallen for him already." Beka nodded and, with a quick kiss to each of her cousin's cheeks, walked back to the tall man, resuming their conversation.

Francis left them then and decided to look for where Antonio had gone. Francis was deeply concerned for the man and wanted to try and comfort him. He was determined too; he searched for almost half an hour in the dancing hall for the green eyed man, but to no avail.

He left the room, asking servers if Antonio had passed them. The few who said yes informed him that they had seen Antonio heading upstairs. Fleeting worry fluttered through Francis's stomach and he raced up the stairs to where he was told Antonio was at.

The blond man knew that he was being irrational, thinking the man would cause harm to himself, but the panic floating through his mind mounted with each step. He began to walk faster, and faster, and even faster then, until he was almost sprinting through the halls of his home.

Francis was breathless as he reached the top of his home. He was relieved when he spotted his friends mop of brown curls, but the relief was only temporary. Antonio stood with his coat tails fluttering, precariously perched on the edge of the roof.

"Antonio! No, no! Do not do this!" Francis was bordering hysteric and he ran to Antonio, grabbing the man's shoulders. Antonio's body jumped in surprise and his eyes grew wide.

"It is ok if he does not return your feelings! The boy is cute but do not die for him!" Now Francis was yelling, shaking the green eyed man by his shoulders. Antonio, once over his initial shock, grasped Francis's forearms. He looked his friend in the eyes, and tried to calm him.

"Francis! I am not one to jump for a death. Calm yourself. I have conquered too much for this to be my end," said Antonio. He stepped from the small ledge and removed his hands.

"I needed a few moments to myself. I-I..." Antonio's words trailed off and Francis looked at the man with question.

"I cannot save the boy." it came out as a soft, pained whisper.

"He is held too st-strongly by another." Antonio began to choke on his words as he held back the sobs threatening to wrack his body. He covered his mouth with his palm to muffle his sob, and his body doubled over slightly.

Francis felt pain and sadness glide through him as well. His brother in blood was feeling pain far greater than he ever has, and Francis could sense it. He could imagine Gilbert feeling the same; they all three shared a bond that not even most siblings bore.

As a confermation of his thoughts, Gilbert poked his head out of the door to the roof, but said not a word as he walked to Antonio and Francis. The blond man and the silver haired man shared soundless words and both placed a hand on Antonio's shaking back.

Brothers share victory; brothers share pain.

Always.

-I Kissed a Line and I Liked it-

"We cannot go home, not yet."

"May we... Go to the town center then," asked Lovino quietly, tears dried from his eyes but the streaks still staining his cheeks. He tried as good as he could to be docile, thankful that his brother was not punishing him more than he had already.

Feliciano, now walking adjacent to Lovino, smiled a rare, true smile. He nodded and they walked to the center of the small town, dodging the shop their grandfather was probably pacing anxiously in.

Once they reached their desired destination, they saw the remains of the common folks' celebration. Many booths and even a decorated dancing area was still set, but was devoid of all life other than the two brothers.

Feliciano walked into the dancing area, the whole place dark except for the dancing beams of the plump moon. He looked back to his brother, his golden eyes melting like honey in the moon light.

Lovino gave a small, almost sad smile and joined his brother. Feliciano wrapped his arms around his brother's waist and splayed his fingers in the small of the boy's back. He opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again.

As he reopened his mouth, a solemn note floated through Feliciano's lips, followed by even more. They slowly began to dance and Lovino closed his eyes, wishing the hands rubbing his back were larger, more battle tested. He wished the voice singing to him was gruffer, with an almost unnoticeable lisp slurring together the 'S's.

He opened his eyes once again and sighed. Feliciano mistook the sigh as content and smiled to his brother. He removed one hand from Lovino's back and placed it open palmed against his face.

"You are beautiful in this light," Feliciano sung in a whisper, " I shall shower you with pearls and gems made from the tears of the Gods." He kissed his brother's cheek.

"I love you, Lovino." Lovino cast his eyes down, thinking,

'Stop loving me. Stop loving me, please...'

"I love you too, Feli." It was no stronger than the breeze whispering through his hair, but Feliciano still felt joy in the words. He threw his arms around a surprised Lovino's chest and buried his face in his neck.

Lovino did not return the hug, but Feliciano was used to the lack of returned affection. Then, through a connection both boys always felt, they looked into each other's eyes. Sweet honey and golden emeralds locked for a split moment; one conveying unhealthy love, the other, pain and bitter loyalty. They glanced into the sky together, watching as dying squicks of light melted into the milky stars.

Brothers share wishes; brothers share decaying dreams.

Forever.