"I am so glad you are mine."

"I couldn't live without you."

"Te amo."

The darkness succumbed the Italian, to the point he couldn't see his own hand in front of his face. He knew those voices; Antonio and Gilbert. He just didn't understand why.

Why was he lost in the darkness while Antonio was free to be with Gilbert? Had Antonio forgotten about him?

Lovino sat still, holding his knees to his chest. He just wanted to see again. He didn't like hearing the voices that taunted him. And then, as if someone had been listening to his thoughts, a light shone through the ceiling of the room he was in. It was a kitchen; Antonio's kitchen.

The Italian stood, looking around for a second. It was a lot messier than he remembered it being. Antonio was usually so nice and clean with everything he did. But there were dishes in the sink, chairs knocked over; even things that Lovino had placed in the kitchen had vanished. And there was the sound of...-

Antonio burst through the kitchen door, holding Gilbert on his body, the Prussian's legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

Lovino gasped slightly and stood back, watching as Antonio set Gil onto the counter and moved between his legs, hungry for his love. Fingers messing with the other man's pants, Gilbert slowly opened his eyes, shrieking at the presence of the Italian.

Antonio stopped what he was doing and eyed Lovino, licking his lips clean, "Looking to join?"

Lovino couldn't believe those words had left the Spaniard's lips! Appalled, Lovi shook his head, stepping closer.

"What...the'a fuck do you think you're doing?" Lovino was enraged. How could Antonio go and do this? Was this how the bastard celebrated? He went and made-out with his friends? Well, Lovi was his friend. What happened to that?

"How did you get into mi casa, chico?" Antonio moved in to where Lovino was standing, leaving Gilbert on the counter. He clutched the smaller man's chin between his fingers, sliding his free hand down his body.

Lovino quickly pushed him away, yelling out random curses. Antonio only watched him, confused.

"Idiota! What the'a hell are you doing? Is this'a some type of joke?"

Antonio blinked, placing on hand on his hip, "Come again?"

The room was completely silent for a moment, Gilbert looking all too irritated that he wasn't getting any action.

"We are'a back in our old bodies again!" Lovino didn't understand what Antonio wasn't getting!

"Um, we had sex?"

Throwing his arms into the air, Lovino shot him a glare, "No. We'a switched bodies. We were at that'a stupid wishing well and I wished that I knew what it would'a be like to be you."

Antonio chuckled, "Tu es loco... You are crazy, amigo. I don't even know who you are."

Lovino stopped, opening his mouth to speak, but closed it again. Antonio didn't know who he was? Was that possible? But how? Now that Lovino looked at him, he could see that the Spaniard had piercings up and down his ears. His body was well-built and his house reeked of sex. This wasn't the man he knew.

"Why...Don't'a you remember me?"

Gilbert jumped off the counter, clinging to Antonio's arm like he was his whore.

"Don't know. But you're muy adorable. We could do whatever you would like." He told him with a wink, but Lovino could only roll his eyes.

Antonio frowned, placing a gentle kiss to Gil's lips before he moved towards Lovi.

"You took'a care of me...You and I have...We were..." Lovino brushed tears from his eyes...Stupid tears that didn't need to be there. He knew that he was pathetic for crying over this, but he couldn't help it. He loved the man who was making out with his own best friend. It took some time for Lovino to realize that he really held such strong feelings for Antonio...But he did.

"Just'a leave me alone..." Lovino told him, pushing by the two men. He would go and find his little brother. Feliciano would know what to do.

"Feli! Feliciano!" Lovino rubbed off the dry tears on his cheeks, banging on the man's door once he reached the small hut.

Feliciano answered, though, he hardly looked like his brother. His cheeks were gaunt, eyes swollen and red. He was even skinnier than he normally was.

"Feli...What'a happened fratello?" Lovino frowned, taking a step closer to his brother, but the helpless looking boy only backed away.

"Please...I don't'a have anymore monies... My wallet and'a pockets are bare and my tummy is'a empty."

"Idiota...I'm not'a here for your money. I'm your brother, stupid."

Feliciano frowned, "No...I don't have a brother..."

Lovino stopped the door from closing in his face, "Not your...-? And what'a happened to Ludwig?! I thought you two were'a dating!" He said angrily, slamming his fist against the wall.

Feliciano whined and backed up, causing Lovino to sigh. His brother was so sad and pathetic...

"Mi dispiace. Must'a be the wrong house."

Once the door was closed, Lovino felt the warm tears sting his eyes again. No one remembered him... Had his body completely vanished? Did Antonio get to stay in his body?

Lovino sat down, rubbing his forehead to calm himself down. Maybe that was it...He vanished...And now life continued on as if he had never been born. That would make sense... But, he had to get Antonio to remember him somehow...

Walking all the way back to Antonio's house, he burst through the front door to see Gilbert and Antonio on the floor, Gil underneath of him and completely naked. Rolling his eyes, Lovino strolled over, ignoring the fact that Antonio's shirt was gone and that his pants were unbuttoned as he grabbed his chin, tilting his face up.

Pressing a long kiss to his lips, his gaze drifted to the Prussian (who was pissed off) before he closed his eyes.

Antonio seemed to completely forget about Gil, climbing off of him and pushing Lovino to the ground, hungrily crawling on top of him.

Lovino wouldn't lie...He liked it a lot. Especially as he felt his hands travel up his body and caress his skin, treating him as though he was something special.

Pushing his body across the carpet until Lovino's back touched the wall, Toni let his tongue trail down the Italian's jaw, into his mouth. His hands eagerly searched for the opening of Lovino's pants, but Lovino stopped him before he could get too touchy. He didn't want this to go too far.

Grunting softly under the other, he placed several small kisses to his lips, hoping that Antonio would remember him. But nothing he said made the Italian think he remembered... No. This was just pointless.

Lovino pushed his head back, gasping as an idea came to his mind. "Stop.." He mumbled, pushing the desperate pair of lips away from his neck. Gilbert had already pulled on clothes and left, not wanting to stick around any longer.

"We need to go to the well. Now." Lovino demanded, reaching around Toni, grabbing his button up shirt and placing it on Antonio's shoulders. No matter how crazy in love he was, Lovino had to set things straight!

Clutching his hand, Lovino stood and dragged him outside, making his way through the town to find the small wishing well where it all began.

Now at the edge of the well, Lovino looked inside, breathing out slowly. Well shit...If this didn't work, the two of them would be in trouble.

"I'a want you back. I wish that you could be Antonio again. I want Antonio back!" Lovino tried, eyes flicking from the dried-up well, back to the man who stared at him as though he were insane.

Why wasn't it working? It should have been working! Something wasn't right! What was he missing? Closing his eyes to think, another idea popped into his head.

"C-Coin! I need a coin! Two of them!" He yelled to Antonio, who searched his pockets and placed two coins into the Italian's hand.

Holding them tightly, he closed his eyes and prayed that the two of them could go back to being the way they were before...How life was before the two of them switched bodies. Lovino now knew that he didn't want to be Antonio, mostly because he was madly in love with him. He wanted to protect him and make sure that he was always safe. He didn't want Antonio to have to deal with the mafia. And Antonio was perfect just the way he was!

Squeezing the coin, he turned back to the Spaniard, pressing their lips together as he tossed in the silver pieces.

Upon pulling back, Lovino was disappointed to see that this Antonio still remained in the place of his Antonio and all hope left him. He didn't think that he could be any more disappointed than he was at that moment.

"Give'a me another coin!" Lovino shouted, extending his hand. He snatched it, made the wish to be back to normal, kissed Antonio once again and threw it into the well. By now, his patience was running low. Why the fuck wasn't it working?!

Tears sprung to his eyes as he dug his hand into Antonio's pocket, removing all the coins and throwing them angrily into the unknown abyss, sobbing against the side of the useless well that had destroyed his life. He was angry. All of his emotions flooded together at once, causing him to shake in a rage. He didn't want to live without Antonio...

"Lovi..."

Lovino paused in what he was doing, staring up at Antonio from the fetal position he had thrown himself into on the ground.

"Lovino..." Antonio dropped down to his knees, pulling the Italian into a tight hug. "What happened? Why are you crying? Shh..." He mumbled, holding the younger boy against his chest.

"Antonio..." It was as though Lovino was in a trance. Like he couldn't believe that his Antonio was back in front of him. Had his wishing worked?

Patting the Spaniard's cheeks, he grabbed ahold of his face and turned it back and forth, up and down to make sure that it was really him. When he saw that it was indeed the man he had been searching for, he clung tightly to his body, fingers gripping his clothing. He didn't want to let him go...He was so relieved...

"We are in our bodies, sí?" He asked with a grin, running his fingers through the auburn locks of the Italian. Things were going to start changing...For everyone.

Feliciano was back to normal, happily holding hands with his new boyfriend. Lovino wouldn't say this out loud, but the two of them looked cute together. After all, Lovino did want his brother to be happy and it seemed as though that damned potato eating bastard made him that way. Lovino didn't have room to complain.

He and Antonio had been on and off talking. After switching bodies and seeing nothing but each other for awhile, they decided that a break would be best...Even if that break was only for an hour.

Antonio had gone down to the wishing well for one last time, but, he hadn't told Lovino why. So, when Antonio grabbed the Italian's hands when he returned and dragged him to the well, Lovino couldn't help but groan. This was the last place he wanted to see.

"I made a wish. I think it might come true."

Lovino raised a brow as he looked around, not sure what to expect. He didn't know if something was supposed to happen...Or if he was supposed to wait..-

Antonio leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of Lovino's mouth, tender and sweet. He dragged his lips up to his ear, whispering, "I wished that you would be my boyfriend. I love you, Lovino."

Lovino embraced Antonio with another kiss, nodding his head and mumbling a quick, "Of'a course.."

And with that, Antonio threw his last coin into the well, grabbing Lovino's hand and never looking back.


**I am finally done guys! I am so sad it is over, but I am thinking of making a sequel! Or...Another story like this. I could do a SpUK, USUK, or FrUK one (So Alfred trades bodies with Arthur, Francis trades bodies with Arthur, or Antonio trades bodies with Arthur.) Whatever you guys want! Let me know if you enjoyed this story and tell me what you thought of this fic. Thanks for sticking with me until the end!