I really hate where I live. One day, it's 15 degrees and snowy and the next it's 64 degrees with no clouds in sight. Thanks to that, I had a 101.6 degree fever. Also, my Internet went out. ~ Lukas


Lovino was worried all evening about Antonio. He knew that the curious statue wouldn't stay in the shack. He just hoped that he didn't get into too much trouble. He thought, from past experiences, that Antonio would surely leave.

Antonio didn't. He actually stayed in the shack. He had had enough exploring for a while. He looked for a nice place to rest and found an empty corner. He curled up in it and closed his eyes, as he didn't know what else to do.

Lovino sighed and ate dinner. Even Feliciano could tell that there was something wrong.

"Lovi? Are you okay?"

"Yes."

"Is this about Antonio? I didn't want Nonno to meet him... even I knew that that would not end well."

"No, this isn't about Antonio." Lovino got up. He had only eaten half of his dinner. He went to his bedroom and packed a bag. He decided he was going to stay at his shack for a few days to clear his head. He knew that a few days with Antonio would be good for him- his happy go lucky attitude would help him.

The next morning, he went to the shack, expecting to see nothing but rubble there- or no Antonio. Or both. But it was still standing and Antonio was looking out the window. Antonio began to wave quickly at him.

Lovino opened the door and sighed. "Yes?"

"There was an odd shadow last night that was looking around here. It looked through the window."

Lovino sighed. "What did the 'shadow' look like?"

"It was blonde, with blue eyes. It seemed like it was trying to sneak around here."

"I see..." Lovino sighed. He didn't know what to do about it.

"What are we going to do today?" Antonio knew Lovino had to have something in store for that day.

"I was thinking that we could get you used to the city." Lovino looked at Antonio.

"That sounds okay to me!" Antonio was fine with anything, really. He smiled at Lovino. Lovino looked away and he felt his face heat up.

"Good." He put his bag down.

"What's that for?"

"I'm staying here for a few days."

"Yay!" Antonio smiled. He wouldn't be lonely!

"Do you want breakfast?" Lovino looked back up at Antonio. Antonio nodded.

"Can we have some of that sweet stuff that we had yesterday? You know, the brown stuff?"

"Chocolate?"

"Yeah!"

"Sure. Come with me."

Antonio followed Lovino. He watched that cute little curl bob when Lovino walked.

"Is that natural?" Antonio pointed at Lovino's curl.

"Yes, it is. Feliciano has one, remember? So does my youngest brother, Angelo."

"Oh, yeah!" Antonio thought back to when he saw Feliciano. He did, indeed, have a hair curl.

"We got it from our mother. Before she passed away."

"If you don't mind me asking... how did she die?" Antonio didn't know how to read the atmosphere, obviously.

Lovino bit his lip and tried to steel his nerves. He usually could when talking about his mother, but... with Antonio, he felt like he could let his feelings out. "She was our step-mother. She died a little after Angelo was born. She was heading to another city and she got mugged.." His voice cracked halfway through the sentence. He didn't look at Antonio.

"Oh... lo siento..." Antonio didn't know what to do. He knew he should comfort Lovino in some way, but he didn't know how. He did the only thing he knew to do. He hugged him.

Lovino stiffened, as the only person he was used to affection from was Feliciano. Feliciano's hugs were usually more forceful than this.

Antonio didn't let him go. He didn't know what Lovino was going through, but he had a feeling that it was not good. He kissed his forehead, because it felt natural.

Lovino blushed a little, then leaned on Antonio. He let his emotions get the best of him, something that wasn't used to. He cried.

They weren't in a crowded place, but there were a few people around. They left the two alone, as they felt that they would be intruding on something if they tried to talk to them.

Lovino got off of Antonio after a few seconds. He wiped his eyes. "Sorry. Are you still hungry?"

Antonio nodded.

They went and ate.

Later that night, Lovino set out a few blankets for himself and Antonio. "I'll leave these here after tonight. It'll be more comfortable than sleeping on the cold, hard floor." He looked at Antonio. "Does that sound okay?"

"It does, thank you." Antonio smiled and lied on the blankets. It was more comfortable than sleeping on the floor. He fell asleep quicker than usual.

Lovino stayed awake for a while. He hoped to catch a glimpse of the 'blonde shadow' that Antonio had described.

He set a few traps and lied back down. He fell asleep quicker than usual as well. He had shifted to where his back was against Antonio's before he had fallen asleep.

Antonio rolled over when he had fallen asleep and pulled Lovino closer for warmth. Lovino didn't mind.

After a few hours of being asleep, the figures outside of Lovino's shack began to whisper.

"Why do you want to steal one of the statues from here? You have enough money to buy anything you want!"

"Because. The statues here are not for sale but they are amazing." He began to pick the lock on the door.

"Why do you care so much about these things?"

The other shrugged and stepped inside.

He set off a trap. He got hung upside down by his ankle.

The other began to laugh, which woke Lovino up. He jumped up and grabbed a chisel.

"Who the fuck are you?!"

"Calm down, kesese!"

"Don't tell me to calm down! Some weird frog and his fucking marshmallow friend just tried to break into my house!"

"Okay, well, lower your voice. I'll tell you what we were doing if you let him go."

"No. Tell me who you are, right now."

"Well, I'm Gilbert Beilschmidt. This dummkopf is Francis Bonnefoy. Put the chisel down and we'll tell you more."