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Oh my goodness, I'm sorry for the wait! I actually had to think how I was going to go about this chapter, so this WOULD have been posted A LOT sooner.

I have bad-ish news, guys...this is the last chapter D: I'm sorry! But it's been fun as hell!

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I was silent. I couldn't speak. I didn't know what I was feeling. I was angry and furious with Grandpa, that bastard. Selling Antonio as if he were nothing. I was also sad and heart-broken, my breath taken away and that undeniable tinge of tears that formed in my eyes. I hated Grandpa. He knew. He must have. That fucking bastard.

"W-What? Why?" I blurted out, my face growing scarlet with anger.

Feliciano cowered away meekly, obviously trying to get out of this confrontation. Grandpa looked down once more, he sustained a calm, cool, composure the entire time.

"For many reasons, Lovino. I felt it was the only thing I could do." He sighed. "It was for your own good, Lovino. I saved you from an eternity in hell. You won't be tempted by him anymore, I ca-"

"Tempting me? An eternity in hell? What are you talking about?" I demanded, my hands balling into tight fists and my face streaming with hot tears.

"YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT, LOVINO! DO NOT LIE TO ME!" Grandpa lunged across the table, completely transforming out of his calm manner, fury and anger in his voice. "I know what you've been doing; your brother has been telling me everything. Everything. As I said, it was for your own good."

I felt my eyes quiver, my fist shake with hatred, and my heart harden. I couldn't believe what had happened. My damn brother. I trusted that bastard. I trusted him so fucking much. I turned to him, my face red and eyes confused, "Feliciano, what is he talking about? You told him?"

My cowering brother's mouth hung open, but no excuses came pouring out like I expected. Instead, he resulted to blubbering and massive amounts of tears.

"L-Lovi, I-I-I'm so s-sorry! I-I had t-to! G-Grandpa made me tell! He did!" He pleaded.

"No he didn't! You just can't keep a secret, you lying bastard!" I yelled, lunging towards him. "I trusted you, I trusted you so much. Why would you do this to me?" I whispered, my head low.

I couldn't let my brother see me like this. To see me cry. To be as weak as he was at this point. Every signal in my mind told me to tell Grandpa everything about Feliciano and that German. I had every right to. I was fucking lied to; in this state I was in I would've even had the right to punch Feliciano.

But I didn't.

I ran.

I left forever.

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I never stopped running, or crying. I didn't know where I was going or how far I had even strayed from home. All I knew was that I was not going back. There was no use in it. The patch that had now formed between Grandpa and I could never be mended again, and the old one had formed once again between Feliciano and I.

I wanted to hate him, but I couldn't. A part of me denied any hate towards him. It was only Feliciano's nature to be that way. He was naturally the type of person to want to please everyone around him, Grandpa was defiantly no exception. I didn't want to ruin something else for Feliciano. He can have Ludwig; I won't take that from him. It hurts to leave, but I know its right.

I stopped only once, to catch my breath. It was dark, surprisingly, by then. I was on the outskirts of town, miles past the market.

"Damn," I whispered under my breath, panting and clutching my aching side.

I was lost, I knew it. I had never been this far out. I kicked a random pebble in my path in anger then sunk to the ground in defeat. "Damn it, damn it, fuck it, damn it," I chanted over and over again into my hands.

I couldn't turn around, fuck no. There wasn't a place where I could begin to think where Antonio could be. My luck, he was sold back into Spain.

"Hey, are you alright?"

I looked up to the source of the voice above me. It was that girl, Malicia. She had on a hooded cloak and carried a small, woven basket. Her bright eyes were worried looking and she frowned.

"Oh, nothing," I answered softly, crossing my arms over my knees and placing my head atop them.

"Hmm…are you sure? You look in distress. Besides, it's late. You should just come with me for safe measures."

She held out her hand to me with a smile. I raised one eyebrow and hesitantly grasped her hand in my own. She then yanked me up with so much force that it shocked me. I looked at her with wide eyes as she giggled.

"I'm sorry, was that too much?"

I scoffed, "Like hell it was!"

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When we arrived at her home, I was speechless. The "home" was a damn mansion! Huge, white pillars held the beautiful structure together, balconies could be seen from over head, and a beautiful fountain was displayed in the front yard.

"You can stay here as long as you need to, Lovino, I promise." She smiled and grasped my hand once more as we walked into the home.

"Yeah…grazie," I mumbled as my eyes tried to take in every inch of the interior.

"Signora, I have these boxes of chocolates that you asked for, but I haven't a place to put…them…"

Our eyes met. Those eyes that I had missed for so long. That voice that I had longed to hear had finally returned. He was here with me; he had been sold to this family. Antonio was finally with me.

Malicia turned and giggled, "Oh, don't worry about those, Antonio! You can set them down anywhere; I really have no use for them now anyways."

His eyes averted from hers to mine every few words she spoke until finally he nodded and disappeared once more. I held my breath and my eyes swelled with tears. I couldn't believe it. My luck had genuinely turned around. A hand waving in front of my face suddenly brought me out of my amazed trance.

"Lovino? Are you alright? You seem a bit…out of it? Do you know Antonio?" She asked.

I turned my head to meet her gaze. "Huh? Antonio? Well…y-yes. I do. It has been so long, though. Excuse me, will you? I'd like to speak with him, if that's alright." I explained politely, trying to sound not too desperate.

She nodded sweetly before silently permitting me to see him. I nodded curtly to her before walking in the direction he had gone to. I turned quickly down the corner he vanished in, only to be seized by a pair of soft, familiar lips. It was quick, but fierce, just how they always used to be, his tongue dragging across my bottom lip before I pulled away, panting and blushing with arousal.

"I knew you would come back to me, Lovino." He whispered, the huskiness of deprival and sexual desire was prominent in his voice.

I smirked, "You couldn't wait but a few more minutes for me to find you to greet me this way?"

"No, never. I need you now. I've needed you. Lovi, I love you so much." His lips slowly traveled down my jaw to my neck, where he bite and sucked possessively. I knew I was his, and I knew he was mine.

"N-No, n-not here, bastardo," I whimpered, my want becoming an evident problem.

"Hold to me then,"

"W-Wha-" Before his statement could even register in my mind; he wrapped his arms around my middle and hoisted me up and out of the hall to somewhere more private.

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"Mmm, Antonio!"

His body pressed against mine, our bodies finally joined together after such a long separation. My fingers raked through his soft hair, his strong, rough hands gripped my hips and my legs clamped around his waist. He moaned and groaned with every thrust he made.

"Oh, Lovi, you f-feel so good!"

"I-I'll never leave you, Antonio! T-Ti amo!"

Tears streamed down my face, not from pleasure nor pain, but from fact that I was back with them. We were making love again and it felt so good and so right.

"Lovino, te amo! Te amo!"

"A-Ah! Si, Antonio!"

We were reduced to nothing but panting, limp lovers. Antonio pressed against me, our slick bodies touching wonderfully, I smiled calmly. I missed this. I missed this peace.

"Lovi, I've missed you so much. I swear to you, we will leave together. Tonight!" He said cheerfully, his voice full of promise, but I barely heard it.

I hummed in a content post-sex haze. "Sure, Antonio. We will…"

I drifted off into sleep, my fingers still running through his damp hair. I could've lived in that moment forever. Just he and I.

Just me and my Antonio.

A.N.

Italian: insieme English: together

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