Lovino caught himself pacing yet again as he wrote and rewrote the text that he was planning to send to Antonio.
Arthur grumbled, "Why don't you just visit him?"
The Briton must have gotten tired of the South Italian's endless pacing.
"I-I can't." Lovi grumbled; he either didn't want a repeat of what happened last time, or he was too nervous to see Antonio in person again.
"You could always write a letter." Mattie spoke up.
"Then I'd have to wait longer for the idiot's response." Lovino grumbled.
'I love you too, bastardo.' No, not quite what he wanted to say.
'Ti amo anch' io, bastardo.' No.
'How dare you leave me like that after you fucking confessed, bastard!' That sounded somewhat better, and did not confess his feelings which was good.
Should he hit send or not; would Antonio even be able to read between the lines when he was such an idiot?
"Come on. Just talk to him." Matthew's kindness seemed almost pushy which meant to Lovino that the Canadian had spent too much time around the Prussian nudist.
Lovino accidently pressed send.
"Fuck!" Lovino swore in a low growl.
'Lo Siento, Lovi.' His phone dinged.
'You better be, bastardo.' Lovino threatened through text.
'How about we talk it over with some coffee?' It sounded too much like a date to Lovino.
'You better not be fucking naked.' Lovino's words seemed to growl of their own accord.
'I won't! We'll be out of the colony.' Antonio's words seemed to convey awkwardness as well as a means to keep the conversation from sounding like they were going on a date.
'Alright.' Lovino reluctantly agreed; at times like this, he really hated himself as if he had been quicker to respond then this might have been their first date.
Lovino felt relieved to finally leave the house as Matthew had percieved this to be some sort of date, and the sooner that the Italian left, the sooner his nervousness did too.
Antonio had went through something similar as well with Gilbert and Francis helping him find the right clothes as well as giving him dating advice that made him to nervous and embarrassed to tell them that it was not a date at all.
It became excruciatingly apparent when they met up that they looked like a couple going on a date.
"Hola, Lovi! ¿Cómo estás?" Antonio greeted his crush in Spanish.
"What the fuck does that mean?" Lovino complained at the greeting.
"Hello, Lovi. How are you?" Antonio repeated in English for the benefit of the Italian that he was talking to.
"Better when you speak fucking English." Lovino growled out.
"Aw, Lovi!" Antonio drew out the end of the Italian's name as he whined.
"Shut up!" Lovino groaned.
Antonio giggled as if this was extremely fun.
"Shut up." Lovi groaned yet again.
"Sorry, sorry! Lo siento!" Antonio gasped out between rounds of laughter.
Lovino's blush darkened.
"Lovi, you look like a little tomato!" Antonio pointed out with glee.
"I don't look like a fucking tomato!" The South Italian growled out as his blush seemed to darken even more.
"Aw, but tomates are muy lindo, y deliciouso!" Antonio seemed to switch over too Spanish when he ended his sentence as well as he reverted to tomate rather than the English equivalent.
"Are you trying to say that you'd eat me." Sputtered Lovino as he caught the Spanish word for delicious somewhere in there.
Antonio giggled like a little kid, and even bothered to wink at the other man.
"I even said that they were cute." Squealed Antonio.
"Fuck off!" Lovino growled.
"Lo siento, Lovi. I know that you want us to stay friends." Antonio quickly apologised.
"When did I say that, idiota?" Lovino inquired of his Spanish friend.
"You rejected me." Antonio pointed out with an adorable pout on his face.
Lovino sighed, and worked up the nerve for what he was about to do.
Antonio gasped as the Italian's lips landed on his in a short and rather chaste kiss.
"Lovi?" Antonio asked after the the kiss had ended.
"You left before I could answer, bastardo. Ti amo anch' io." The Italian's voice seemed calmer at first, but also contained some nervousness when he confessed.
"Te amo, Lovi!" Antonio cheered as his mind seemed stuck in a sort of daze from his crush's confession.
"I know, bastardo." The slightest of smiles tugged on Lovino's lips that was barely even noticeable.