Lovino had soon found out he was correct, he definitely got sick. It was kind of bad and lasted a lot longer than he would've liked. After the kiss he had shared with Antonio they kind of just sat there awkwardly for a while. Then the next thing Lovino knew he was woken up to Antonio shaking him and saying Feliciano was on the phone. The small detail that the Spaniard had left out was that Feliciano was freaking out, so the moment he Lovino took the phone and said "hello" Feliciano started screaming questions in his ear.

Due to the fact that it was early and Lovino was still tired, and his whole body felt like it was on fire, he ended up throwing Antonio's phone across the room. Antonio had freaked out and rushed over to his phone to make sure it was okay as Lovino groaned and tossed an arm over his eyes.

He assumed that Ludwig had taken the phone from Feliciano after that, because when Antonio got back on the phone he was talking pretty calmly and didn't have to repeat himself several times, where as if he was talking to Feli the boy would be too busy freaking out to listen to what Antonio had to say.

After Antonio had finished his explanation, Lovino held out his hand to the Spaniard, waiting for the phone to be given to him. When Antonio had placed the small device in his hands he pressed the phone to his ear and told Ludwig that he wouldn't be coming home for a while. Though when Ludwig started to ask why he ended the call and tossed the phone back to Antonio.

Now, a little over week had gone by and Lovino hadn't returned once. It had taken him just under a week to get better and fuck did he feel horrible in that time. Antonio had gotten sick as well, but he somehow got better a lot faster than the little Italian.

In the time Lovino had been sick he had just worn Antonio's clothes, which he soon realized were too big for him as his pajama pants were constantly slipping off his hips, forcing him to hold them up when he stood to make sure they didn't fall.

However, Lovino was very thankful that Antonio's mother, who he soon found out was named Emilia, was a stay at home mom, so for the first time in fourteen years he got to see what it was like to have a mother again...

Emilia had immediately started taking care of him as if he was her own when she had woken up the next morning. And at breakfast Lovino had gotten to meet Antonio's father, who seemed like a pretty nice man that rather enjoyed teasing his son. Lovino had really only been in his right mind through half of the meal though and didn't really eat much. Though Emilia didn't really mind when she found out that Lovino was sick. In fact after she found out she forced him to go lay down in Antonio's room and rest. She also sent Antonio up soon after that when she checked him for a fever.

Back to the current day though, it was a Saturday morning and Lovino had woken up pretty late, though he didn't feel like getting out of Antonio's bed since it was so warm and comfy. So he sat there thinking on the past events of the week. Well, more like one event of the week. He hadn't really thought about it much while he was sick, but it had popped into his head as he laid there, listening to Antonio's soft breathing.

Lovino wouldn't admit it out loud, but it had been his first kiss, and though it was kind of weird at first the kiss had definitely been good. Especially when Antonio...

Lovino clicked his tongue in distaste and turned over in the bed. He came face to face with the still sleeping Spaniard and frowned.

He replayed the kiss over and over in his head as he stared at Antonio. Why did he have to stop when he bit him? It had felt so fucking good!

"Fucking bastard..." He muttered quietly, pouting to himself. Antonio's eyes cracked open at the sound of his voice as he looked curiously at Lovino.

"What?" He asked in confusion, causing Lovino to jump and back up slightly in the bed as he glared at Antonio, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

"N-nothing! Go back to fucking sleep!" Lovino bit out, though he sounded more flustered than upset.

"I can't! I've been trying for an hour!" Antonio whinnied with a sigh as he flipped onto his back. Lovino shook his head in exasperation and closed his eyes again.

"So why don't you just get up?" Lovino asked, receiving a shrug from Antonio.

"I didn't want to... I kind of like just... lying in bed with you." Antonio said sheepishly. Lovino opened his eyes and looked at Antonio who was staring right back at him with a blush on his face.

Lovino's heart skipped a beat and his breath caught in his throat as a blush spread across his own face. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out and as he sat there, speechless, Antonio turned back on his side and leaned closer to the Italian.

They were mere inches apart when Antonio's door opened.

"Antonio, Lovino! It's time to get out of bed! It's almost one o'clock in the afternoon!" Emilia said, startling Antonio as he jumped and looked over his shoulder.

"O-okay mama, be down in a minute!" He said, sounding a bit nervous, though his mother didn't seem to notice as she nodded and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Antonio sighed in relief and looked over to Lovino, who was currently smothering himself with one of Antonio's pillows. He smirked to himself in amusement and lifted up the pillow, peeking underneath to see Lovino's tomato red face.

"You can come out now Lovi." Antonio said with a chuckle. Lovino slowly peeked out from under the pillow and narrowed his eyes at Antonio.

"Fuck off." He said poutily.

"Come on Lovi it's time to get up!" Antonio said as he hopped out of his bed, but Lovino shook his head and hid back under the pillow.

"I'm not fucking going anywhere." Lovino said stubbornly. Antonio sighed with a smile on his face.

"Okay, I guess I'll just have too..." He started, leaning over the bed and scooping Lovino up into his arms, earning a squeak from the younger male.

"Pick you up!" Antonio said cheerfully.

"Put me down right now you fucking bastard!" Lovino yelled as he thrashed about in Antonio's hold. The Spaniard just laughed and walked over to his door, some how managing to keep Lovino in his arms and open the door.

Lovino was hitting Antonio in the chest as he walked, an attempt to make the older male put him down. Though he didn't finally place him on his feet till they were in the kitchen and Antonio's mother was giving them an odd but amused look.

"What are you two doing?" She said with a laugh and Antonio smiled widely at his mother.

"Lovi didn't want to get up, so I carried him down here." Antonio said as he placed Lovino on his feet. The Italian pouted with a blush on his face and grabbed the blanket hanging around his waist, placing it over his shoulders.

"Stupid bastard." Lovino mumbled, making Antonio chuckle and ruffle his hair affectionately. Lovino bit his tongue when Antonio touched his curl.

"Don't fuckin do that!" He said sharply as he swatted Antonio's hand away, but he only laughed more and walked over to the fridge to look for food.

"Lovino, your mother can't possibly approve of such language. And it's not nice to curse at people so much." Emilia scolded while washing the dishes. Lovino looked at her in surprise for a moment, but quickly turned his gaze downwards, his brows pinched together and a frown placed firmly on his face. He didn't really have a mother to tell him not to swear, not that it would make much of a difference to him, swearing just came naturally to him. Though if she were around, he doubted she would really approve of his bad mouth.

Antonio looked over to Lovino when he stayed silent and noticed the pained look on his face.

"Mamá, Lovino's mother died when he was two..." Antonio said sadly. Emilia's eyes widened and she immediately looked at Lovino apologetically.

"Oh, honey I'm so sorry!" She said quickly. Lovino looked up at her with a forced smile, but his brows were furrowed in pain.

"It's okay, you didn't know. I'm gonna just... go sit down." Lovino murmured quietly, turning around and walking out of the kitchen, Antonio's blanket dragging behind him on the floor.

"Poor thing..." Emilia said after he walked out.

"Baby, why don't you go see if he wants to go out? He hasn't been outside for a few days and it will get his mind off of his mamá." She encouraged. Antonio stared at the doorway for a moment then nodded in agreement, closing the refrigerator door.

"Can I borrow the car mamá?" Antonio asked, his mother pausing to think it over for a moment before agreeing.

"Si, just be careful okay? God forbid you were to get into a wreck." Antonio smiled and kissed his mother on the cheek.

"Gracias mamá! We'll be back later!" Antonio said happily as he ran out of the kitchen, Emilia smiling after his retreating form.

"Adios sweetie! And don't get into any trouble!" She called after him.

"Lovi! You wanna go get something to eat?" Antonio asked cheerfully as he ran into the living room. Lovino was curled up in a ball on the couch with Antonio's blanket, taking up two cushions. He jumped at the sound of Antonio's voice and wiped at his eyes.

"Sure, whatever." Lovino said quietly. Antonio's shoulders slumped and he walked over to Lovino, grabbing one of his arms and pulling him off the couch into a tight embrace. Lovino stiffened for a moment, but as they stood there longer he relaxed and returned the hug. After a few comfortable minutes, Lovino felt his stomach rumble and he sniffled as he pulled back from Antonio slightly to look up at him.

"So food?" Lovino asked, causing Antonio to laugh.

"Yeah, just let me go grab your clothes from the laundry room." Antonio said, reluctantly releasing the Italian and walking out of the room.

Lovino sighed and ran a hand through his hair before trudging up to Antonio's room.

Gilbert frowned as he threw a rock into the near by forest.

"Man this is totally unawesome! It's been over a week and we still haven't seen or heard from Antonio cause he's been hanging out with that tomato fucker!" Gilbert complained in his annoyance, making Francis sigh.

"Mon ami, Antonio was sick for half of the week, and the rest of the time he was taking care of Lovino. Il est pas sa faute." Francis said in exasperation. Gilbert slowly turned to look at Francis skeptically.

"How the fuck do you know that?" He asked, a bit more angry than before. Francis' eyes widened as he realized what he'd said.

"N-no reason!" He defended nervously as held his hands up to seem innocent. Gilbert narrowed his eyes at the french man.

"Have you been talking to him?" Gilbert asked in a low, dark tone.

"No no! It's not... Well... Maybe a little..." Francis sighed in defeat.

"DUDE! That's so not awesome! Why has he been talking to you and not me?!" Gilbert yelled incredulously.

"He hasn't been talking to me! He just quickly texted me this morning when I asked why he wasn't in school all week!" Francis said defensively. "He... might have also called me sometime last week to talk about something important..." He added sheepishly.

Gilbert glared harshly at his friend.

"What the fuck was so important that he could call you but he couldn't text me?!" Gilbert snapped.

"I am sworn to secrecy!" Francis said, turning his head from the albino.

"Francy-pants I'm gonna punch you in the head if you don't tell me! Besides, it can't be that private if he told you!" Francis scoffed indignantly.

"I am offended! I can keep secrets just fine! Especially when it comes to you and Antonie!" Francis cried as he crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. Though Gilbert couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Ja sure! That's totally why I always talk to you about my secrets!" Gilbert remarked sarcastically.

"You do when it comes to l'amour!" Francis argued, immediately slapping himself in the face when he realized what he just said. Gilbert's eyes widened as a devilish smirk came to his face.

"Ohh so Toni is in love eh? Who's the special lady?" Gilbert asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively, but Francis shook his head determinedly.

"Non! I have already said too much, Antonie will kill me if I tell you anymore!"

"Mien Gott! What if I guess it? Shake your head for no and if I get it right don't do anything!" Gilbert bargained. Francis thought about it for a moment then sighed.

"Fine, but if it comes up with Antonie I told you nothing!" Francis said in exasperation. Gilbert grinned and clapped his hands together. He was totally going to get this!

"Is it Lin Wang?" Francis shook his head.

"Is it that Vietnamese chick?" Another shake of the head.

"What about that new girl, Bella?" Nope.

"Natalia?" No

"Sofia?" No

"It's not Elizabeta is it?" He asked, a look of horror on his face as he worried he might have to fight his best friend for the girl of his dreams. He sighed in relief when Francis shook his head.

"Then who the fuck is it?" Gilbert questioned in irritation.

"I'm not telling you anything." Francis said stubbornly. Gilbert huffed in annoyance.

"Come on man, just one little hint!" Gilbert pleaded desperately. Francis thought about it for a moment. What would do the least amount of damage to him?

"You need to think outside the box mon ami." He finally said. Gilbert stuck his tongue out in thought as Francis stared at him, waiting for an answer.

"... Arthur?" He finally asked. Francis shook his head.

"It's not me is it? Cause that would be totally awkward!" Francis stared at him with a disgusted look as he shook his head.

"Feli?" No

"Well who is it?!" Francis stared at him with his "are you serious right now?" look.

"Think harder."

"... Lovino?" Francis just stared at him and Gilbert's eyes widened.

"Oh mien gott! He likes Lovino?!" Francis nodded solemnly. Gilbert sighed and shook his head.

"Why would he like that asshole? He's not even the slightest bit awesome! He always smells of garlic and he's constantly insulting people and swearing! I mean, he might be more attractive if he acted more like Feli, but seriously, that guy sucks!" Gilbert ranted and Francis sighed.

"Oh mon ami, it is l'amour! Antonie could care less about those things, because they are all part of what makes Lovino, Lovino, and he accepts it all. He told me he's never felt the way he does about Lovino for someone else. And when he explained it, I just knew it was amour!" Francis said happily. Gilbert made a face at the odd french man.

"Ja, so any ways. What did Antonio call you about then?" Gilbert asked curiously, making Francis huff.

"I can't tell you that either. I swore Gilbert!" Gilbert stared at him for a moment with a deadpanned expression.

"Dude, you've already made it known to me that Antonio is in love, no not love, I'm not saying it's love yet. That Antonio likes Lovino, just tell me what he called for." Gilbert said. Francis sighed in defeat. He was so weak.

"Fine, but if you tell Antonie I told you I will be coming for you!" Francis said, making Gilbert laugh.

"What are you going to do, kick my ass? You're too much of a pussy for that!" Gilbert said in amusement, his words angering the French man.

"Screw you Gilbert." He said, turning away from the albino.

"I bet you'd like that." Gilbert said with a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

"Well, maybe I shouldn't tell you why Antonie called now since you've decided to act so rudely towards me." Francis said, sticking his tongue out at Gilbert.

"No! I was just playing man, Es tut mir leid! Bitte sagen Sie mir!" Gilbert said quickly. Francis smirked.

"Fine fine, but no more of your shenanigans!" Francis responded firmly, Gilbert nodding in agreement. Francis sighed, he couldn't believe he was about to do this to Antonio.

Maybe he shouldn't? It wasn't too late to change his mind, he still hadn't told Gilbert what had happened. He could just tell him no and continue on with his life. Though the rest of his day would probably suck. Gilbert would be bugging him constantly if he didn't tell him, pleading with the man to know. That thought didn't seem too appealing to Francis, so he decided to go ahead and tell the albino what happened.

"He kissed Lovino and called to tell me about it." Francis said quickly, covering his mouth with his hands once the words were out. Gilbert sat there for a minute as the information sunk in, then clapped his hands together.

"Okay, I need all the details, time, day, where it happened, how it happened, what was said, what they were wearing, all the moves he used and how long it lasted." Gilbert said, nodding his head slightly as he went over the list in his head again. Francis dropped his hands as he stared oddly at Gilbert. Wasn't it his job to ask those questions?

"What's wrong with you?" Francis asked, making Gilbert raise a questioning brow to the blond.

"Nothing. Now, details man! Tell me everything!" Gilbert demanded impatiently. Francis sighed once again. He felt like he'd been doing that a lot lately. Then again he'd been around Gilbert a lot, and though he did love to hang out with his two best friends Gilbert just seemed to make him sigh a lot.

"I'm not sure I can answer all of that, Antonie didn't give me that much detail." Francis explained.

"As much as you can then!" Gilbert said.

Francis was sitting on his bed, listening to music as he messaged Michelle, a cute little brunette from Seychelles that he'd met the other day. As he was responding to her message, writing something romantic but provocative, he was interrupted by a call from Antonio. He pressed the answer button and held the phone up to his ear.

"Bonsoir Antonie, can you please hold on for un instant?" Francis asked.

"Uh.. si!" Antonio said into the phone, sounding a bit awkward. Though Francis didn't pay it much mind as he pulled the phone away from his ear and told Michelle he would be right back.

"Bon, quoi de neuf?" Francis asked curiously. He listened for a few minutes as Antonio stumbled over his words embarrassedly before stopping him.

"Antonie! Take a deep breath and try to think clearly." Francis told him in a calming tone. After a moment, he heard Antonio suck in a long breath then let it out.

"Now, tell me what is the matter."

"Okay well, I just kinda... made out with Lovi." He muttered quietly. A large, impish grin spread across the blond's face.

"Really? Congrats mon ami! So what happened?" Francis inquired happily.

"Well, we were just sitting on the couch watching TV, my parents went out to eat so we were here alone, and I was thinking on my feelings for Lovi and not really paying attention to the show so when I stopped on a channel I asked him if he wanted to watch that show and he'd looked at me and blushed all cutely, like he normally does."

"Hold on mon ami, slow down a bit. You're talking really fast." Francis interrupted, making Antonio sigh but continue.

"Then we kind of just sat there staring at each other and I started to move toward him and then we kissed. I was kind of in shock at first, because Lovi had initiated it, and then soon enough I found myself on top of him on the couch. He was still blushing too. So then I licked his lips and as soon as he opened his mouth I slipped my tongue in..."

Francis didn't really mind all the information, he actually quite enjoyed it, being the kind of pervert he was. Though he didn't expect Antonio to tell him this much detail, at least not with out some begging on the french man's part.

"Then I felt him slid his hands up my chest and into my hair, and he pulled on it kind of roughly. And you know how rough I can get when it comes to this kind of stuff, so I bit his lip and when I heard him whimper I immediately pulled away from him and asked him if I had hurt him, porque, ya sabes, a lot of people have complained about how rough I can get, but he got mad and it all ended there. He pushed me off of him and sat back up on the couch with his legs crossed. He's asleep now though, he's laying his head in my lap." Antonio said, saying the last part in an adoring tone.

"Well... That was a really descriptive explanation. Not that I'm complaining, I just wasn't expecting that from you mon ami." Francis commented amusedly. He then smirked to himself as another thought popped into his head.

"So, I guess this means I was right about your feelings for the little Italian, non?" Francis questioned cheekily.

"Si, you were right amigo." Antonio said in defeat, though he could hear a hint of amusement to his tone as well. Francis mentally celebrated as he grinned like a mad man.

Gilbert frowned.

"That's it? You didn't get any other details?" He asked curiously. Francis nodded in confirmation, making the other man huff in annoyance.

"Whatever, I still just can't believe Toni has a thing for Lovino." Gilbert said, putting a hand on his hip and scratching his head in confusion, making Francis laugh.

"Well believe it mon ami. In fact, Antonie said he might even ask Lovino out on a date." Francis said, waggling his eye brows suggestively at the albino then shooting him a wink. Gilbert chuckled at his friend and push him slightly.

"I don't care, Toni can do what he wants, but him and Lovino will never be as awesome a couple as me and Elizabeta!" Gilbert boasted.

"Mon ami, you are not even dating her yet! You just go and bug her from time to time!" Francis pointed out with a laugh

"Oh shut up!" Gilbert huffed out with a pout.

"So what do you want to do today?" Antonio asked curiously as they walked down the street. Lovino was wearing his own jeans, but had kidnapped one of Antonio's pull over hoodies. It was grey and read "España" in gold lettering with a red outline. Antonio had made a comment on it, but Lovino just blushed and ignored him. So, with a sigh, he had led Lovino outside to his mothers old red Abarth 205. Lovino hadn't seen it the week before since he hadn't been out of the house he didn't have a chance, but the moment he had finally gotten to see the car he fell in love with it.

Lovino shrugged as he looked at the sky. It was still dark from the clouds blocking out the sun, but Lovino didn't really mind so long as it didn't rain. He was however glad that he put on Antonio's sweater, because there was a chill outside, and the wind was just making it worse.

"I don't care. I do need to pick up some of my clothes from the Beilschmidt household sometime today though." Lovino said.

"Why? My clothes seem to do the job." Antonio teased happily. Lovino gave him his signature look before looking away and shaking his head.

"Shut up, I need clothes dammit." Lovino muttered poutily, making Antonio chuckle.

"Si, okay. We'll go over before dinner." Antonio agreed.

"So that brings us back to the question of what you want to do in the mean time." Antonio said. Lovino sighed and scratched the back of his head.

"Fuck, I don't know. How about the art museum down the street. It's free." Lovino suggested, running his hand through his hair. Antonio's eyes lit up slightly at the thought of not having to pay money. He didn't have a lot of money so that was a pretty good idea to him.

"Si! That sounds great mi tomate!" He said cheerfully. Lovino glared at the Spaniard.

"I am not a tomato." He said with venom, though Antonio just laughed it off and started to drive towards the museum.

"Ve~ I miss fratello." Feliciano whinnied as he looked out the window of the restaurant sadly. Ludwig sighed through his nose. He hated to see Feliciano so sad.

"It's okay Feliciano. Antonio said yesterday that Lovino wasn't sick anymore. So even if he still doesn't come home anytime soon, you'll still see him at school." Ludwig said comfortingly, hoping to cheer him up some.

"Ve~ I know, but..." He started, looking down at his lap.

"I don't want to lose him too Ludwig... I've already lost mamma, papa, and nonno... I don't know what I'll do if I lose my fratello!" He said, his eyes welling up with tears as he started to cry. Ludwig pushed aside the fact that they were out in public making a scene and started to try and comfort his love.

"Feli, it's okay. You're not going to lose Lovino. I mean, this should be a good thing. Sure, he has been away from the house for a while, but at least we know he's safe. And Lovino finally has a friend. You know he doesn't get along well with others so he doesn't go out often, this is a big step for him. And you know you're going to see him soon." Ludwig said softly. Feliciano nodded and smiled up at Ludwig, causing a light shade of pink to dust across the German's cheeks and a small smile to come to his normally stoic face.

"You're right Luddy. Grazie! I don't know what I did to deserve you!" He said happily, leaning across the table to give Ludwig a peck on the cheek. Ludwig couldn't help but think the same about the little Italian.

"Ja, no problem." He said awkwardly.

Bon, quoi de neuf - Well, what's new?

But is Lovino really safe? Hmmm... Things to think about :D but who would he not be safe from, that is the real question :O lol wow, anyways I hope you enjoyed this update. Please review and let me know what you think!