-Authors Notes-

*Tears tears* omg i got 42 reviews, oh god i can't even.. i just want to glomp everyone, i honestly love you all ^_^ i apologize for lateness, i had a project for English

Chapter: 9

Lovino entered the kitchen and looked at the stove clock, 12:43am it read. He rubbed his eyes and realized how tired he was. He hadn't slept well since the death of his grandfather and after tonights events, he was deathly tired. Maybe that's why he was being so nice to this Antonio guy. Opening the decorated wine cabinet, he reached in and grabbed a bottle. He gave it a quick glance before heading back into the living room. Truthfully, he shouldn't be drinking wine, he had just turned 20 after all, but he did anyways. There was nothing like a glass of wine after a hard day, or so said his grandfather, Romulus. Lovino sighed and yawned as he made his way to the couch, a sigh a certain Spaniard did not miss.

"Que tenes, Lovi?" He asked, grimacing in pain as he made room for Lovino on the couch, "What's wrong?"

Lovino yawned again and plopped onto the couch, "Shut up. Nothing's wrong, I'm just tired." He snapped as he held out the bottle of wine, "Here... you said wine was good and... yea well, No! I don't care, I'm charging you for this!"

Grabbing the bottle of wine, Antonio laughed, "Ok, I'll pay, but only if you drink some~" Antonio gave the Italian an airheaded smile, actually Antonio's plan consisted of getting Lovino drunk and then leaving before he woke up. He also wanted to know more about the interesting Italian, "Just a sip Lovi~!"

Lovino raised a brow. This guy was being shady, "If your trying to get me drunk, it won't happen. Good night." He began to stand up when Antonio grabbed on to his wrist. Lovino had a strange curl on the top his head, Antonio noticed.

Antonio pouted, his eyebrows furrowed. Nobody saw through his airhead act, "No.. I just wanted an excuse to get to know you better..." Antonio muttered. In a way it wasn't completely a lie, he did want to talk to Lovino.

Raising a brow once again, Lovino sighed. The one time someone wants to know him and vice versa, he can't, "No you dont, just go to sleep, you can leave tomorrow or have way through the night, honestly I don't care."

"Why do you keep on saying that?"

Lovino loooked at the Spaniard oddly, "saying what?"

"You keep saying that you don't care." Antonio stated as he looked at Lovino's golden eyes, "But you do care. I wouldn't be here if you didn't! Maybe that's why I want to know you better!" Antonio added lightly, "Please don't go yet! Ok, look no wine!" He placed the wine on the glass coffee table and gritted his teeth in pain, "No wine!"

Lovino looked apprehensive, "Fine." He said, "But only because you won't shut up if I don't." He looked at the man in front of him. He was really dirty Lovino observed. But then again, he had just been hit by a car. Antonio was good looking, to say the least. He had vivid emerald eyes, brighter than Arthur's, if that were possible.

"Lovi?" Antonio asked again, "Lovinooo~?"

Lovino flushed, "What!?"

Antonio shifted on the leather sofa and laughed again, "I asked who you lived with!"

Lovino looked at Antonio and then at the empty fireplace, "I live with my brother."

"That sounds nice!" Antonio said. The moment soon turned into akward silence and Antonio huffed, "You know, Lovi, you have to ask things too~!"

Lovino adjusted his no longer white collared shirt and tightened his black suit coat, "Alright." He said coolly, "Why do you insist on talking to me?"

Antonio paused and looked at Lovino, "Because... you want me to." Before Lovino could protest, Antonio continued, "But your afraid. I can tell." He laughed somewhat bitterly, "I guess you should be..."

Knitting his eyebrows together, Lovino stared at the Spaniard, "If anything it should be the other way around." He murmured.

"Hmm?" Antonio asked, unable to hear the Italian's quiet comment.

"Nothing." Lovino quickly said, "It's your turn."

-an hour later-

Eventually the wine did come into play and now, it lay empty on the coffee table... along with four other bottles. Lovino sat on the carpet, his back propped against the couch and Antonio lay across the couch, his legs folded in the air over the arm of the couch. Both held a glass wine cup half full in their hands, occasionally sipping on it. Lovino noticed that Antonio was slightly more intoxicated than he. Funny thing about the Spaniard, he talked... alot.

"So Lovi, What is up with that curl!" Antonio said after rambling, as he looked at Lovino from the couch. His face was a few inches away from Lovino's, but not too close to make it awkward.

"It's genetic you could say" Lovino responded, Antonio watched his curl bounce when he looked up at him. "My brother has- ah!" Lovino moaned as Antonio pulled lightly on his curl.

"W-What did I do?" Antonio asked, still holding on his curl, a bit concerned that Lovino had moaned and flushed a deep red, "Are you ok? What does this do?" He twirled the curl in his fingers, gaining another sexy moan from the Italian.

"L-Let go!" Lovino pleaded, his breath labored. He looked up Antonio and Antonio felt his face heat up. The Italian in a very hot situation, "A-Ah ok." He studdered, releasing the curl from his grasp.

Pulling his shirt over his jeans, Lovino brought his legs up to his chest. He glared at Antonio for a while as the Spaniard smiled sheepishly. Then, Lovino closed hs eyes. After a few minutes, Antonio spoke up, "S-so.." he said, hiccuping.

Lovino opened his amber eyes and flushed at how close their faces were now, "D-Don't you know personal space!?"

Giggling Antonio responded, "Maybe~" He gave him an airy smile before completely changing the subject, "Hay this is kinda like a date!"

"Oh no-no-no-no-no! Iam not gay!" Lovino slurred, still flushed from... the incident. Drinking another cup, He gave the Spaniard a wary glance, "are you?"

Putting a pensive finger to his lip Antonio smirked, "For you, si~!" Antonio's mind was in haze, he himself had drank two and a half bottles of wine. Lovino raised a brow, so Antonio was also very foward. He felt his phone vibrate but ignored it... there was still some wine...

"Let's play strip poker!" Antonio suggested with a giggle.

Lovino's eyes widened but then smirked. He always won at poker, "Sure. Why not." He said slyly.

Soon, Antonio was stripped down to his boxers. The spaniard laughed and looked at the fully clothed Italian across from him.

"It's not fair if only I have my clothes off Lovi~"

"Damn pervert!" Lovino yelled, humor in his voice, "Its your fault for sucking at poker!

-30 minutes later-

Another two empty bottles of wine joined the four scattered on the carpet. Antonio was half naked (he put his pants back on) laughing from the couch with Lovino laughing at his side.

"Mio dio! I can't believe you mistook a girl for a guy!" Lovino said, howling with laughter.

Antonio leaned on Lovino's shoulder, "I know! But she was so flat! And her hair was short! But the worst part is that she was not into guys!" He sniggered again.

Lovino smiled, "Smooth aren't you?" He leaned foward to grab the wine from the coffee table, just as Antonio did. Their hands met, Antonio's topping Lovino's.

Lovino flushed more, "O-oh." He jerked his hand back, but Antonio held on to it.

"No please!" Antonio laughed, "Get some!" He let go of Lovino's hand and giggled. Now that he thought about it, Lovino was very cute. He yawned and closed his eyes.

Huffing, Lovino retracted his hand, "No, You go ahead." He felt as though he was forgetting something. Something important...

"-on the table... Lovi? Did you hear me?"

"hmm? Oh, don't call me Lovi!" He grabbed the bottle and took a swing. Eyeing the Spaniard across him, Lovino analyzed him again. He truely was handsome and his smile was sexy... Lovino shook his head quickly, he had too much to drink if he was thinking about Antonio that way. His phone vibrated again. He ignored it promptly, probably his brother he thought as he placed his iPhone on the glass coffee table... His brother!

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He stammered, quickly getting off the couch. In a hurry he grabbed an IPhone from the coffee table and shoved it into his pocket. He gave a quick glance to the now sleeping Antonio and sighed in relief.

"At least he's asleep..." Lovino muttered as he reached for in his pocket for the keys. Finally finding the set, he headed out the door. He rushed out into the garage and quickly ran to his Ferrari Enzo.

"Shit!" He exclaimed as he entered the black car and banged his head against the steering wheel "I can't believe I fucking forgot!" He pulled out from his garage quickly and into the drive way.

-With Matthew 20 mins later-

Matthew moved some hair from his eyes as he called Lovino for the 17th time. He sighed as the phone rung, once, twice and a third time before a groggy voice responded.

"Hola?"

"Lovino!" Matthew hissed, "Where are you!"

"Eh?" Antonio rubbed his eyes and yawned, "Oh, this must be Lovi's phone!" He said, pulling the phone away from his face. He turned to the table and blinked. His phone wasn't there... he could have sworn he put his phone on the coffee table...

Matthew was confused. He paced the hallway and glanced out the windows, "Um... yea so where is he? This is kinda important."

"He's here!" Antonio said, as he looked around, maybe Lovi was sleeping in his room? He glanced at the clock 2:01am, it read, "Let me just put my clothes on!"

Flushing a bright pink, Matthew squeaked, "O-Oh was I i-interupting?"

"Que?" Antonio asked, completely oblivious of the sexual innuendo, but the phone had already been hung up, "That was weird." He shrugged and winced, his head hurted. Curling back on the couch, he shut his eyes and soon fell asleep again.

-with Matthew-

Matthew hung up, his face a bright red. He hung up the phone in embarrassment and slight anger. How was Lovino.. doing it with some guy on this night? He furrowed his brows didn't Lovino care?

"Matthew!" Lovino said, his hair disheveled and eyes wild, "I-I" he paused at the look of anger on the Canadian's face, "I'm here."

"Have fun?" Matthew said, shooting him a knowing and acussing look.

Lovino looked confused but ignominious, "What are you talking about?" He saw Matthew open his mouth but quickly cut him off, "We don't have time for this bullshit."

Matthew glared at him, "But you have time for a boyfriend?"

Feliciano blinked from his place next to the sleeping Alfred, "Boyfriend?"

"BOYFRIEND!?"

-Authors Notes-

Sorry for delay O': my birthday is today x3 REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! thanks!

Challenge Question:

What is your favorite pairing? What is your most hated?

My favorite is SpaMano(duh!) And my most hated is probably either PruMano, GerMano or SpUk xP

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