A gentle smile curved Antonio's lips as he leaned forward swathing you with his arms, the balance of the bed shifting. Unbeknown to him, a tear slid down his sun-bathed cheek the minute he fluttered his eyes close, burying his face into your hair.

"Say that again chica."

You ignored the part of you that wanted to grumble about repeating the same thing twice as you mumble quite loud into his chest,

"I s-said, 'I still love you'."

Against your hair, you felt a grin spreading onto his features before he suddenly flipped you both so that you both were lying down with you cuddled into his chest.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry f-for being brash a-and unforgiving. I'm so sorry…I'm s-so sorry."

You sniffled repetitively into the white fabric of the contented Spaniard's chest.

"Shh…no se preocupe de ello," shushed the brunette soothingly, "I deserved it any way. I'm sorry (Name) for being so ignorant; I don't want to lose you again. Lo siento, m-mi amor… if I can call you that now?"

You slowly looked up with teary (color) eyes to look at him properly; you were surprised he held a glassy look since tears brimmed his emerald gaze. You smiled faintly at the hopeful glint swimming in his eyes,

"S-si," you choked as you gave a light giggle making a Spanish heart skip a few beats, "You are forgiven…querido."

A silly grin cracked through the dubious tanned features of Antonio as he lowered his forehead to meet yours. The sensation was heartfelt despite the sticky friction due to your moist forehead, neither of you cared whilst the Spanish male pressed his tanned lips to yours. He was so relieved and exultant right now, he was forgiven and he was stilled loved by someone he didn't think he could ever let go again. The sweet kiss was the last thing you could recall as you were hauled into a blissful sleep.

You woke up from a gratifying, dreamless, sleep the next morning with a warm, pleasant, and secure ambiance. You eyelids were somewhat sultry and heavy as you opened them, catching sight of white material still clutched in your hands. The atmosphere in the room was still gray and the unfaltering heavy rainfall outside was heard from the you felt every bit of sunshine reach your heart from the firm embrace of the Spaniard you were encased in. You flushed a shade of pink as you remembered the event last night; you flushed even more when you realized that if you didn't do anything now, Antonio would see your swollen eyes and disheveled (color) locks—a very indecent sight to see, you assumed. You carefully looked up to see your Spanish boyfriend soundly asleep, you dreaded at the thought of leaving the comforting heat of his arms as well as the thick covers. With a quiet thanks to the Heavens, you gently pried yourself off the sun kissed arms that locked you.

However, you were unsuccessful for the Carriedo boy stirred from his sleep. You submerged yourself once more into his chest, hoping he wouldn't see your indelicate state. A small rumble resonated in the Spaniard's throat as he fluttered his eyes open, blinking a few times before adjusting his vision to the somber room. A small smile spilled on his full lips while he thanked God for last night's incident. He glanced down delighted you were there, snuggling your head into him.

"(Name), mi amor." He cooed with an indifferent hoarse voice and you suspected that this was an indication he'd be sick. He bent down kissing the top of your head, gently pulling away so he could see you. He chuckled softly when you just scooted closer burying your head into the white shirt he wore.

"Good morning." You mumbled, the greeting being muffled against his chest. He encircles his hands around your wrists as he tried to pull away to look at you. You tighten your clasp and bury your head into his chest then again.

"Vamos mi amor, to give me a good start of the day I should see you."

He stated with an odd combination of amusement, authenticity, and huskiness lingering in his voice. Heat crawled up from your neck up to your cheeks and ears as you tried to protest,

"H-hey, shouldn't you go to school? I mean its Thursday and I think you're pretty late."

"No, I'd rather stay here with mi amor till she comes to school with me."

This suddenly made you look up,

"Toni! Y-you're grades! How can you get a good job or future if you miss school? Especially, when you, Gilbert, and Francis, constantly sneak out of class."

Antonio smiled even more as he chuckled, pressing his forehead to yours burnt sienna locks brushing against your lashes, while he slid his emerald eyes shut,

"Ah querida, I have a better idea about 'getting a good future'."

You frowned in confusion sensing a cheesy punch line coming up, "What?"

"You'll just have to stay with me-forever, that way I know mi futuro will be good…even better."

He smiled sincerely, keeping his lids dreamily shut. You furiously blushed at this; he meant to keep you that long huh? Well, so did you but you guys were still seniors in High School and it was amusing how he got ahead of things. It was still best to take time.

"S-shut up, that's not the point. You know it!"

You playfully pushed him away, failing to hide your smile as you turned to your side, back facing the laughing Spaniard, the sounds (that were slightly husky) never failing to create sweet melody to your ears. After his little episode he pulled you to close to him, lightheartedly yet sincerely expressing,

"Si, si, but I still plan on keeping you (Name), it's not…nice not having you with me. It would hurt more in the future if you're not with me, mi amor."

You were at loss for words as you rolled to your left to face him. You're mouth hung open as you gaped at Antonio, devout viridian orbs smiling matching the sincere smile gracing his tan lips.

"T-thank you."

That was all you could say from your disarrayed thoughts of overwhelming happiness and loads of inexpressible words. Nevertheless the Spaniard was content as he leant forward to brush his lips against yours,

"Buenas dias mi hermosa."

He smiled pressing one more kiss to your nose, pulling back to gaze at you, his soft smile unfaltering before he rose to stretch.

Heat once again pooled your cheeks in realization that he was really ready to keep you since his affection never wavered after he saw your morning state and you were somewhat comforted that he still called you 'hermosa' even in your most disheveled and what you thought 'most ugly' state.

You were right about the Antonio falling ill. The Spaniard caught colds which quickly escalated to fever the next day, you watched his flushed tanned face with emerald eyes tightly shut and brows knitted together. He was currently taking a siesta and he didn't seem to be having a good one. You crouched forward picking up the towel laid out over his hot forehead, chestnut wisps clinging to the dampened area. Saturating the towel once more into cool water you squeezed off the liquid before laying it once again into the slumbering Spaniard's forehead. You sighed as you rose up to get changed; vitamins and tea weren't enough to get the poor male through the fevered state he was in. Sadly, you had none of the prescriptions for the fever in your home, so you had to go buy the needed medicines at the pharmacy in town—which was as in out in the cold rain.

You walked up the stairs to get dressed, you didn't care if you'd get soaked out in the still unwavering storm, Antonio did get drenched and denied before being forgiven all for you though, which resulted to his state right now.

After you got ready, making sure you were warmly swathed with your coat and boots you quietly walked down the wooden stairs. You approached the couch where your boyfriend was currently sleeping in under dense covers since he insisted that he felt cold though he was extremely feverish. Bending from the back of the couch you quickly pressed a kiss to his nose before leaving with umbrella in hand.

You failed to notice Antonio's face relax seconds after your lips skimmed against his nose.