When I awoke, it was dark and I was warm. I blinked open my eyes yawning and stretching. It took me a moment to realize that I was in the upstairs guest bedroom of Lovino and Feliciano's house.

Reluctantly, I pulled myself to my feet and left the warmth of the blankets. I followed my nose downstairs where Feliciano was setting the table.

"Ve, (Name), you're up! I'm glad, dinner's almost ready, Lovino should be home soon."

"Where did he go?" I asked Feliciano with a worried frown. "Is he okay?"

Feliciano gave me a sunny smile. "Of course he is," he said with a slight wave of the hand. "He just went to get something for us," he smiled brightly.

The door was unlocked and shoved open roughly. "I'm-a home fratello," Lovino called as he walked in carrying a couple bags. "Oh, (Name)," he flushed, giving me one of his rare smiles; although he had apparently been smiling a lot more since I came to live with them, at least according to Spain. "Take care of this for me fratello," Lovino said, he shoved the bags into his brother's hands.

"Si!" Feliciano smiled brightly "I will don't worry."

With that, Lovino grabbed my hand and pulled me into the living room. He insisted that we watch some Italian soap opera. He didn't seem to mind the fact that I hardly knew Italian or the white words that subbed show got in the way.

He was in a bit of a scarily cheerful mood; not that I minded too terribly, I loved his laugh and his slightly hesitant smile.

"Dinner's ready!" Feliciano announced, he smiled brightly and helped me to my feet. "Oh, (Name)." a sly look crossed his face. "There's something I want you to see, that is, my brother and I want you to see," he smiled again and pointed to a small velvet box on the table.

My eyes widened as I took a seat and reached for the box; inside was a white gold ring, shining with a delicate heart, curled upon itself.

"Hey, (Name)," Lovino spoke softly. "You mean a lot to me, to us. Oh, God; this is embarrassing," he turned bright red and paused. "Ah, shit," he sighed. "Feliciano was always better at these kinds of things."

Feliciano gave me an innocent smile, not sure how he still managed that at his age; but whatever. "(Name), will you marry us?"

I smiled, wrapping my arms around them. "Of course." I wasn't a hundred percent sure how this would work, but I would try to understand; no matter what I wanted to be there for them.

"Lovino, honey, I've told you, I don't care what color your tie is, okay? I know you're trying super hard, but Lovi darling, you shouldn't stress this much. France doesn't really know what he's talking about, I don't want to control every detail about the wedding; and for that matter, I'll tell you right now, I'm not going to," I smiled brightly and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. "Just pick something you like," I turned around and walked away. "Oh and Lovi, you'll have to pick the cake, Feli says you're a bit picky."

3rd Person POV

Lovino frowned slightly at the bright pink and blue sign. Yes, (Name) and Feliciano were right, he was a picky eater, he just didn't want to pick. He wasn't really a good cook; the culinary arts were more of his brother's thing.

The stupid bell rang, jangling cheerfully as he pushed the door open. He scowled deeply at the overly cheerful girl behind the counter who had opened her mouth.

"Shut up," he barked, glaring.

The girl shut her mouth and nodded vigorously.

Lovino's gaze softened somewhat as he looked around the bakery. He was not any happier with his job, but he did want to make (Name) happy and if picking out a stupid cake would make her happy, then he'd pick out a stupid cake If he was to be honest, he hated how the girl behind the counter was looking at him; it was creepy and weird. Did (Name) want flowers on her cake? Did she want chlorate or vanilla? Lovino didn't really know, he just wanted to make her happy; but did he really have to pick out a cake, he didn't know.

The bell rang again and Austria strode in.

"Hello Lovino," Austria pushed up his glasses , looking around. "I didn't think I'd see you here."

Lovino sighed. "(Name) wanted me to pick out a cake. She said she doesn't care, besides, I think she's going out to pick a dress with Elizabeta, Lilli, Mei and Natalia."

Austria raised a perfect eyebrow. "What?"

"Oh, yes," Lovino smiled a bit at the thought. His kind, loving and slightly clumsy (Name) was surprisingly good friends with the violent stalker nation. "Roderich, help me. I don't know what to do," Lovino hated admitting it to the older man, but Austria had raised and kept his baby brother safe all those years, so he was defiantly better than the Potato Bastard.

Austria sighed patiently. "Lovino, she probably wants you to do it because it'll make her feel special. It means you've picked it out for her and only her. Think about," Austria gave him a half smile and turned away, his coat swooshing as he left.

Lovino stood motionless thinking about what he had said.

My POV

"No, not that one; that one's not flattering at all," Mei frowned as she stared at the gown I was currently wearing. "I liked the other one better (Name), it looked a lot better."

"Let (Name) decide, okay?" Elizabeta said with a kind smile. I think that my wedding reminded her of the simpler days when she lived with Austria.

Natalia was quiet, playing with her knife. "She looks good," Natalia smiled darkly. "Stay away from Big Brother; yes?"

"Sure, sure," I grinned smoothing the white fabric. "I don't know, I haven't really found one that I love yet. Maybe we ought to go, I'm sure the boys are done with their errands.

"Come on (Name)," Elizabeta smiled. "You look lovely. I'm sure they won't mind waiting."

"I know," I sighed, "I think that's why I don't want to keep them waiting because I know they wouldn't mind. They are so sweet. I'm going to try on one more dress and then go home. I stepped of the platform and walked to the fitting room.

"Oh, (Name)," Lilli approached me, voice soft. "I see this; I thought you might like this," with a small smile she handed me a beautiful white gown in a clear protective cover. The sleeves were long and designed to fall off of the wrists. The waist was belted with white lace and the skirt flared into a mermaid style.

"Lilli," I grinned at the young girl. "I love it, thank you," I gave her a hug and slipped into the dressing room.

3rd Person POV

Lovino slammed the door him, balancing the cake box in his right hand. The wedding was in a few days and the weird girl behind the counter had insisted that he stay while she make the cake. Lovino would have sworn it was so she could spend more time with him; which he found creepy.

The house was silent without the normal sounds of pots and pans clanging or his brother's bright, cheerful, Italian music.

"Ciao Lovino!" Feliciano stepped out from the living room, dripping wet and wrapped in a towel. "How was your day?"

Lovino rolled his eyes, ignoring his brother. "What if I was someone else?" he asked, eyeing his brother's less than presentable form.

"But you're not," Feliciano pointed out with a slight frown. "Besides," he said, "the only people who would be dropping by at this time would be you, (Name); maybe Germany."

Lovino rolled his eyes again and flopped into the couch. "Okay then, fratello, if you say so. Say, have you seen (Name)?"

"No," Feliciano's face fell slightly. "She left this morning and hasn't come back yet."

"I hope she's okay," Lovino said.

Feliciano sat down next to his brother. "I'm sure she's fine. Besides she's with Elizabeta and Lilli and Natalia. If anything happened the people that messed with them would have a bashed in head, bullet holes and carvings and that's before (Name) got her hands on them.'

The door opened and (Name) stepped in. "Hello Feli, hello Lovi I'm going upstairs," she laughed. "No Feli, come on, I want my dress to be a surprise."

"Ve," Feliciano gave a light little giggle. "I wanted to see! Please (Name)," he pouted, shooting (Name) large puppy dog eyes.

"You'll see it on the wedding day Vene," (Name) laughed and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be down in a minute."

Feliciano smiled brightly as he turned around. "Ve, Lovino isn't (Name0 sweet?"

"Yeah," Lovino let a small smile creep to his face. "Hey cutie," he greeted (Name) grabbing her arm and pulling her down to the couch.

"Handsome," (Name) returned settling herself on his lap. "How was your day?"

"Good," Lovino pushed a frown away, "there was this one girl she was so not cool."

(Name) giggled, leaning against his shoulder. "That's not cool at all. You're mine," (Name) tapped his nose. Her warm breath trailed down his neck. "Only mine, capeshe?"

Lovino swallowed thickly. "Yes, I understand." No nothing was really all that scary about the slender girl sitting on top of him; but there was something alluring about how she said that; demanding. And he liked it.

Feliciano grinned as he sat on the other side of (Name). "Ti amo," he said looking up at (Name).

"Ti amo," (Name) echoed kissing him on the nose. "I'm excited!" she exclaimed cheerfully. "I'm not sure where we should go on our honeymoon. Do you have any ideas?"

Lovino shrugged. "Where ever you want to go is fine," he answered truthfully.

"Aw!" (Name) laughed, hitting him on the shoulder lightly. "You're no help!"

"Sorry," Lovino said sheepishly. "I really don't care though."

(Name) sighed. "I'll find somewhere. Night you two, I'm sleepy."

"Good night (Name)," Lovino said standing and hugging her tightly.

"Night Lovi, Feli," she smiled and walked up the stairs humming cheerfully.

The room fell silent as she retreated.

Feliciano frowned, reading his brother's expression perfectly. "You're worried, aren't you fratello?" Feliciano cocked his head to the side, smiling brightly. "Don't worry too much. In two days we'll get married to (Name). I already talked to Spain, he agreed to marry us. . . . does (Name) understand?"

Lovino shook his head. "I haven't told her yet. Other people; other mortals won't be accepting of her choice. She won't age at all; and there is the fact that she loves both of us," Lovino paused. "It's so wrong, so frowned upon. I guess didn't want to scare her away," Lovino frowned deeply. "Sometimes I wish I didn't think so much."

"Fratello," Feliciano whined. "Are you implying that I don't think? That's not true. I do think. I think (Name) understands what she's doing. If she asks about it, I'll answer her, but she's never asked. Therefore, why should we bring it up? Maybe she's trying to forget."

Lovino wondered for a moment, staring at his fratello; why other countries couldn't see the wisdom his brother had. But then again, maybe his brother was speaking from experience, maybe there was something he wanted to forget; maybe a person.

Lovino sighed. "I know, I know. I'm sorry fratello, I know we should tell her; but I don't really want to."

"If she wants to know she'll ask (Name) is smart, she'll ask when and if she's ready," Feliciano smiled and stood. I'll see you tomorrow Romano, good night."

"Good night Veneziano, I'll see you in the morning," Lovino smiled gently and curled up on the couch.

My POV

I stared up at the ceiling, somewhat sleepy, but unable to sleep. I was excited as the day of the wedding drew closer, but I wasn't sure what I should do. I hadn't told either of the brothers, but my parents were not really around a ton. They had both accepted jobs on a space station this year, when I graduated high school. The only person I was worried about was my grandmother who I helped most of the time. She would notice if I disappeared and I knew she wouldn't support my 'problem'. I yawned and blinked my eyes closed. I faintly wondered what sleeping with them would be like. Lovino struck me as a bit of a shy cuddlier that would probably cuddle with me if I wanted to. Feliciano seemed like the type that would cling to someone. Either way, I doubted that I would ever be cold again. I yawned again and closed my eyes.

"Hey, get up, (Name)," Lovino's voice a bit loud and hash echoed in my head. "Come on (Name)," he sighed. "Babe, get up."

I rolled my eyes beneath my eyelids and slowly opened one eye. "Lovi; you come on, I'm tired, sleepy. Ida wanna get up," I reached for his wrist, which I found easily, pulling him down onto the bed.

"(N-Name)," his voice raised several octaves and his voice squeaked as he flushed a bright red.

"What?" I managed through a yawn.

"Mio fratello," Lovino said.

"What about your brother?" I asked sleepy as I snuggled into his chest.

"Well. . ." Lovino started, but I never heard what he said after that because I fell asleep.

"Lo-Lovino?" shocked, high pitched. i placed the voice as Feliciano's. "What were you doing?," a slight pause and then, "in bed?"

"Nothing Veneziano, I promise, we just fell asleep."

"Fratello," Feliciano complained. "I'm not an idiota! Did you two do it? You know Grandpa said we should wait, it's only polite."

"Veneziano!" Lovino snapped. "We didn't do it, gee, don't think like that; you've spent way too much time with France."

Feliciano gave him a doubtful look. "Ve," he said with a slight frown. "You two are in bed; if you didn't do anything, why wasn't I invited?"

"I'm sorry Feli," I smiled at the younger Italian. "I really am sorry, I was super tired and Lovino was just kind enough to stay with me."

"Oh," Feliciano's face brightened. "Well okay then. I'm going to go out with Lovino, I think we're picking out suits."

"Okay," I grinned. "Remember the flowers are (f/c)," I stood and kissed both of them briefly. "Now, I'm going to change, so I'm kicking you two out," I smiled and pushed them out of the room. "Goodbye you two!"

I heard laughter as the brothers walked down the hall and stairs. Life with them would be fun.