Hi everyone! In this story, Grandpa Rome will be mentioned briefly. I am not sure what his human name is, but for the sake of this story we will call him Marcus, but feel free to correct me! Also, here's everyone's favorite tomato loving Italian! Enjoy ; )

Things had returned to almost a normal state later that week. Arthur had a couple more appointments with his therapist, Toris. He rather enjoyed talking to the man, and the brunette had never judged him or offered him bad advice.

Francis had fun teasing the poor man for his shyness, so he was rather afraid of the Frenchman, and Arthur forbid his boyfriend for coming to the appointments until he got his behavior under control.

It was now a day before the Christmas party, and the Brit finally had the privilege to meet Francis' and Gilbert's other roommate, Antonio and his fiancé, Lovino.

"Ah! So, this is your adorable new squeeze!" Cheered Antonio as he rushed towards Arthur to give him a hug. "He's so cute! I think he's a keeper!"

In shock, the Brit hugged the man back. "Oh, you're friendly, aren't you?"

"Hey! He's more than just a squeeze!" Francis shouted. "He lives here now. I… figured you wouldn't mind since you and Lovino are getting married soon."

The Southern Italian shyly walked up to the Frenchman to give him his wedding invitation. "Here. This is for you. It also has a plus one so you can invite Arthur."

"Thank you!" Replied Francis and Arthur. The Englishman calmly approached the nervous looking man. "My names Arthur, you must be Lovino, right?"

Feeling embarrassed around new people, the Southern Italian flustered for a few seconds, screamed, and hid behind fiancé.

"I know I said this before, Francis, but you sure do have some rather interesting friends." Said the green – eyed Brit with a smile.

The Spaniard chuckled. "I'm so sorry, you must forgive Lovino. He'd never admit it, but he's very embarrassed around new people." He said with a smile and a chuckle.

Now even more flustered than ever, the Italian gripped his fiancé's clothes tightly into the palm of his hands. "I am NOT shy, you tomato bastard!"

Antonio, however, knew that Lovino was only acting like this in public to put on an image, but deep down inside, he was especially loving to him, and an incredible love maker as well.

"Well, we've pretty much invited everyone." The Spaniard announced. "Except, there might be one more person Lovino was considering…" He trailed off, rather nervously.

"No, Antonio," The Italian began. "I know what you are suggesting, and I am NOT inviting that inconsiderate jerk! I don't care if he's family!" After making his scene, Lovino stormed off to Gilbert's room and slammed the door.

Gilbert was about to say something on the matter, but Francis held him back and shook his head.

The tomato loving Spaniard sighed. "I know I have no right to impose on Lovino's business, but I just love him so much, and I want everything between him and his family to be perfect, especially on our wedding day. But Lovino is very persistent on not inviting his grandfather."

"Why don't they get along?" Arthur asked. He may have known the Southern Italian from the office, but he did not know much about his personal life.

Antonio took a seat on the enormous leather sofa. "Well, he'd kill me if I told any of you this, but I'm sure he isn't listening to us talk. He's probably using his ipod right now and he will not listen to reason when he is in that state, but, it all goes bac to his childhood. Apparently, Lovino and Feliciano were raised together by their grandfather, Marcus. Throughout his life, his grandfather always favored Feli for his many talents in painting, music, you name it. Lovi never had a knack for creativity, and his grandfather always spent more time training his brother in the arts. This left Lovino to feel ignored, and he spent most of his childhood feeling alone."

Gilbert nodded his head. "As most of you know, there was a time in my life when I didn't get along with my brother too well. Maybe Lovi here just needs to talk things out with Feli and the big old man?"

The Frenchman gasped. "That was actually very mature, Gilbert. So, how are we going to get the family together?"

Antonio laughed loudly. "By 'talking things out' with is brother, Gil here means they hugged it out and cried! I know because Francis and I were both there!"

Arthur tried hard to remain neutral on the matter, but he couldn't help it as a smile escaped. Even though he has only known Gilbert for over a week, he could not imagine the man showing his emotions so easily. "That's actually very sweet, Gilbert."

"No, don't listen to them Arthur! I wasn't crying! Ludwig was the one crying! I was the one forcing my brother to his knees and making him beg me to come back into his life again!"

Francis winked at the Brit and turned to smirk at the albino. "Gil, you've always been a terrible liar. I have the entire footage of you on video, blubbering like a baby and crying for your brother to hug you again. In fact, you call him every night."

"No! It's all lies!" The German argued, trying to muster up the little amount of pride that he had left.

The Brit chuckled and patted his friend on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Gil. Of course, I believe you." He said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Gilbert huffed and nodded his head. "Obviously, you do. My awesome opinion trumps everyone else in this room!"

"I found the dvd!" Francis called as he finished rummaging through a closet in the hall.

"No! Don't play it!" The German begged. "I'll pay you for it! Just give it to me, please! Don't be a dick, Francis. Antonio, the French frog is bullying me again!"

"You'll get used to this." The Spaniard encouraged as he ignored the rather childish behavior of his two best friends and focused his attention on Arthur instead. "So, how long have you been dating our little Francy, here?"

This time, it was Arthur's turn to feel flustered. "Oh, just a couple of weeks now," He smiled. "But we've actually been getting on pretty well. I'm sure he's told you a little bit about me, hu?"

Antonio nodded sadly but was still sincere to the Englishman's situation. "Yes, he did, but he's suspected you've been having some trouble for a while, now. But we're glad to hear that you've been making progress!"

"So, you think they're going to calm down sometime soon?" Asked Arthur as he pointed towards Gilbert and Francis who were now wrestling each other on the ground for the DVD.

Antonio shook his head. "Nope. Give it a couple of hours, mi amigo."