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Antonio most definitely did not take advantage of how Lovi acted when he first woke up. Of course not. That would be horrible.

But that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it… right?

Antonio turned over to look at Lovi (who finally agreed to stop sleeping on the floor~ (Antonio was only happy about that because it meant Lovi wouldn't get sick… It had nothing to do with being able to share a bed with Lovi… at all…)). He was still asleep.

Antonio mentally prepared himself to wake Lovi up (it also definitely wasn't his favorite part of every day… not even close). He sat up and leaned over slightly. "Lovi?"

Lovi turned onto his side towards Antonio, but didn't look like he was going to wake up.

"Lovi, wake up," Antonio said again, shaking his shoulder gently.

"Five more minutes, Nonno…" Lovi mumbled.

Antonio chuckled (Lovi was so cute~). "Lovi, you have to wake up."

"But, Nonno…" Lovi mumbled again, "I don't want to have to see my bastard fiancé…"

His bastard what? Antonio let go of Lovi's shoulder.

Lovi blinked his eyes open. "Good morning, captain," he chirped.

Antonio barely even blinked at Lovi's hug. Lovi had a fiancée? He was engaged?

"What the fuck is up with you, bastard?"

Antonio was drawn out of his thoughts. "H-huh?"

"You were staring off into space, bastard." Lovi glared at him.

Antonio grinned. "Were you worried about your captain, Lovi?"

Lovi's face flared (how adorable~). "F-fuck no, bastard!"

Antonio's grin widened. "So you were?"

"I said no such damn thing!" Lovi hurried out of the bunk.

It was so much fun for Antonio to tease his Lov—no. It wasn't his Lovi. Because Lovi was supposed to get married.

That bothered Antonio for the remainder of the morning. Who was Lovi supposed to marry? But he probably didn't like them, right? He called them a bastard and said he didn't want to see them. But what if that was just Lovi being Lovi? Lovi wouldn't run away if he was going to be happily married, right? But what if he ran away for Feliciano's sake at the price of his own happiness? Lovi would do something like that. But it's not as though Lovi was actually married yet. It was just people saying that he would get married. But what if Lovi actually loved his betrothed? Antonio felt his stomach plummet at the thought.

"Oi! Antonio! Pay attention to my awesome!"

Antonio was yanked out of his worry maze. "Gil? When did you get here?"

Gilbert gave him a look. "We were talking and you zoned out."

"Oh, really? I'm sorry."

"What's bothering you?"

"Nothing is, Gil. I was just thinking."

"About Lovino?"

"How did you know!"

The albino rolled his eyes. "You're so obvious. You don't need to be even a hundredth as awesome as I am to be able to tell."

Antonio tilted his head to the side. "Obvious about what?"

Gilbert raised an eyebrow. "You don't know?"

Antonio shook his head.

"Have you noticed that you're a lot more cheerful recently?" Gilbert asked.

"I am?"

Gilbert paused for a minute, and then looked back up at Antonio. "How would you respond if I told you that my awesomeness kissed Lovino this morning?"

Antonio tensed up and glared at Gilbert. "You did what?" he growled. He shouldn't hurt his best friend. He really, really shouldn't horribly maim his best friend. It would make Ludwig angry, which would upset Feli, which would then make Lovi upset (and Antonio didn't want that).

Gilbert raised his hands in a defensive position. "I'm joking! The awesome me wouldn't kiss him anyways."

Antonio immediately relaxed. He smirked. "You would much rather kiss Matthew, wouldn't you?"

Gilbert blushed. "That's not the point!" He cleared his throat as his cheeks calmed down. "But how did you feel when the awesome me told you that?"

Antonio thought for half a moment. "Very angry," he stated. "And like I wanted to kill you in a very slow, very painful manner."

Gilbert paled slightly (an impressive feat, making an albino even paler). He shook his head as if to rid himself of dark thoughts. "Err, now… Why did you feel that way?"

Antonio's head tilted his head to the side again. "What do you mean?" It was simple, really. He felt that way because Gilbert said that he had kissed Lovi.

"What is a logical reason for you to react that way to the awesome me saying that?" Gilbert asked.

"Um…" What was a good reason for his responding that way? Antonio wouldn't act that way about any other crew member. It didn't really make much sense unless… unless… "Dios mio, I love Lovi…"

Gilbert rolled his eyes and twirled his finger in a circle once. "Give the man a prize. He's just realized the obvious."

Antonio blushed slightly. "Was I that obvious?"

Gilbert shrugged. "It was obvious enough for someone as awesome as the awesome me."

Antonio wasn't quite sure whether to be relieved or worried by that. But then he dropped his head into his hands.

"What now?" Gilbert asked.

"I love Lovi," Antonio said and just barely lifted his head from his hands. "But Lovi's engaged."

"So?"

Antonio gave his best friend a look. "What do you mean by 'so'?"

"Who cares if he's already engaged?"

"But what if Lovi—"

Gilbert cut him off. "Matthew told me about it. It's a pre-arranged marriage. Apparently, Lovino hates his betrothed and the only reason he hadn't run away before was that he didn't want to leave Feli alone or take Feli away from home for his own sake."

A pre-arranged marriage? And Lovi hated his betrothed? Antonio felt a huge weight come off of his chest and a smile spread across his face. Lovi still needed to think about his own happiness more, but at least he wasn't going to marry whomever it was he was going to marry~.

"Now that we're done with that, can we finish up our attack plan?"

A/N: And this chapter! I'm sorry it's kind of short, but I just really, really wanted to get it up. I'll make the next chapter longer!

Also, I am going to guess that I'll be able to update once a week (on the weekends) unless I have a light workload one week (pfffft). Every now and then I might miss a week, but they'll be rare! (And hopefully won't happen at all!)

Thank you to everyone who has favorited, followed, or reviewed! It makes me feel how Russia would when given a lifetime supply of vodka~ (It would last a week. Maybe two if he rationed it out, da? ^J^ )