Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

A/n1: Next week, it's my birthday. AGAIN. Seriously, for some reason, I seem to get older each and every year – what the hell is that about? *sobs*

A/n2: Let's talk about my cat again!
Whenever I go outside to walk the dog, I'm always carefully followed by my one of my cats (the one with a fanclub, remember?). And he doesn't 'just' follow us, no, he casually sneaks around me and my pug like he isn't following us at all, dammit, he just happens to go that way as well.
Anyway, I've noticed my cat sometimes does this crazy flying-cat thing: he suddenly runs past me and my dog, he races towards a random tree, he jumps and flies through the fucking sky like a kitty-kite and finally hangs on the tree with his claws, very slowly letting himself glide down the huge plant afterwards. And then he sits there and licks himself and stares at me like "what" and my god, I just can't help but crack up and laugh my ass off whenever he does all of that.
I needed to share this with you, so there you are. XDDDDD

A/n3: By the way, it's pretty awesome to notice that many readers are getting slightly anxious about what will happen to the Spamano Family. Yay for suspense! 8DDDDDDD
I guess there will be a few more normal chapters left. Three or four, I think. Maybe five if you're lucky. We'll see, shall we?

~~ And Three Makes Five ~~

Chapter 36:

How is it that little children are so intelligent and men so stupid?
Alexandre Dumas
(French writer)

And then Antonio all of a sudden stormed into the kitchen, stress and annoyance plastered all over his face.

'Lovino! Here you are!' he exclaimed, huffing and wheezing while holding Alejo and Matteo underneath his arms like he was carrying two bags of sand or rice instead of carrying two fucking children. 'What is taking you so long! The bus has finally arrived! They're taking care of our baggage now! Why…'

He stopped ending all of his sentences with an exclamation mark when he noticed the weird, bloody situation his daughter and I were currently in and his face turned into a very white shade of pale.

'…my god, what's the matter? W-why are you two crying and bleeding? Is everything alright, sweetie?'

I looked up at him, happy as always to see he was here, and smiled. 'It's okay.'

I didn't know if I said this to whether Antonio, Luisa or myself, but it needed to be said, and so I was glad I had said it.

However, Antonio looked rather freaked out and took a few steps my way.

'Lovi, seriously – what happened? Can I help?'

I sighed, shook my head and got up on my feet – still cradling Luisa.

'You know, I could try and tell you, but that would take up way too much of our time – so I'll tell you later, okay? For now, we'll get refreshed as soon as possible, and then we'll meet you and the boys at the bus.'

'You sure you're okay?' Antonio gave me this helpless look, ignoring the whines and kicks from both our sons, who wanted to be put back on the ground.

'Yeah.' I held Luisa to my chest with one hand and gently patted Antonio's face with the other, giving him another smile. 'I'll see you in a flash, okay darling?'

Antonio's eyed widened. 'Y-yes, okay…'

'Good.'

With that having said, I walked out of the kitchen and sniffled. Thank god my nose had stopped bleeding.

\0o0/

Upstairs, I changed both my own and Luisa's clothes. Neither one of us said much while changing, but Luisa held on to my shoulder when I helped her into a fresh pair of pants and she didn't fight me when I carefully cleansed her face with a wet cloth. She also didn't mind me picking out her clothes, she told me herself when I asked her if she wanted to decide for herself what to wear.

I guess she just didn't know what to say, and I was fine with that. She didn't need to say anything – it was alright to be quiet and a bit flustered.

'There you go,' I eventually said, after tying her hair into a big bun – she liked those ballerina-buns. 'Now we're both ready to go on vacation. Yay!'

'Yay,' Luisa mumbled, frowning and smiling at the same time at my grinning face.

'Shall we go, baby? We'll worry your Papa Toni and brothers if we stay here.'

'Yea.'

'Great.' I stood upright again and planned to pick Luisa up with me, but she shook her head and pushed me away.

'No.'

It was (literally) a bit of a shock when I felt a painful jolt shoot through my chest as she uttered that determined "no", and I suddenly realized that this is what Antonio must have felt when I refused being held by him when I was a toddler.

It felt…

It felt fucking awful.

Yet, I forced myself to smile at the little girl anyway – did Antonio do that as well? – and wanted to take a step, but then Luisa stopped me by harshly gripping the fabric of my pants' leg.

'Papa Lovi.'

'Yes?' I said, looking at her confusedly.

She scowled at me angrily, as if she was blaming me for something horridly evil – and then a deep blush colored her plump cheeks as she abruptly held up her hand.

I stared at her hand like I didn't know what the fuck it was and must have looked very stupid. Then I happened to catch a glimpse of her huffy face, that was getting increasingly more embarrassed, and I all of a sudden knew what I had to do.

'So you're going to descent the stairs, aren't you?' I said, as nonchalantly as I could as I gripped her offered hand. 'Well, it's about time you did. You're too cool to be carried of that stairs all the time.'

'Yes,' Luisa said, nodding fiercely. 'Fuck it.'

I chuckled uncomfortably. 'Luisa, watch your tongue.'

'No.'

'Yes.'

'No.'

'Yes!'

'No no no. Nonononononononononono. No.'

'You keep that bitchy behavior up, young lady, and I'll only tell you sucky Disney-fairy tales from now on!'

Bickering, nagging, snarling and almost-falling down the stairs while bickering, nagging and snarling, Luisa and I finally got ourselves mentally ready for the long, long trip to Turkey.

And that was great, this whole day was great, the trip was going to be great and everything was going to be a-okay.

\0o0/

Well, so Luisa and I got downstairs – eventually – and we went outside straight away, where Antonio, the boys and a bus were impatiently waiting for its passengers.

The minute we got outside, Luisa jerked her hand free and ran towards her brothers. That was okay, because I needed to lock the door behind me anyway, so I did. Then I followed Luisa to where Alejo, Matteo and Antonio where, seemingly staring at something really impressive.

Something really impressive, huh.

That couldn't be good.

'Hi,' I casually said, placing a hand on Antonio's shoulder. 'What the hell are you gawking at?'

'Well, why don't you just look into the direction we're all looking – and I have to say it's kind of amazing you haven't done that already – and find out, Lovi,' Antonio said, with a weird tremble in his voice.

'That's because I'm kind of scared,' I confessed, still avoiding to look at the thing they were looking at. 'Watching you and the kids stare at something that makes your facial expressions look like you're observing a live murder doesn't really motivate me to take a good look myself.'

Antonio sighed. 'It's the bus, Lovino.'

'The bus. Okay. And… what's wrong with the bus?'

'It… it doesn't look like a bus. It looks like a nightmare on wheels.'

'A-a what?' I stammered.

'For god sakes, Lovi, just look already and take in the awfulness like a man!'

With that, Antonio grabbed my face and forcefully turned it to the thing that was making Matteo cling to my leg in fear.

…

…

My…

GOD.

\0o0/

Yellow, green, violet, red, pink, blue and orange, all twisted and morphed together in a psychedelic, trip-worthy rainbow, splashed across the most humongous bus I had ever seen with my own two eyes, and four massive, enormous wheels that had to carry the whole horror-scene that looked like eye-balls.

EYE-BALLS. GODDAMN EYE-BALLS.

COVERED IN MUD, WHAT SOMEHOW MADE IT EVEN WORSE TO LOOK AT.

'It's pretty confronting, isn't it?' Antonio chuckled nervously as we stood in front of the bus. 'It's like the eyes of either T.J. Eckleburg or Big Brother are watching you… on vacation.'

'I don't know any bastards by the name of Eckleburg or Big Brother,' I hoarsely said as I clasped Antonio's sleeve in-between my fingers, 'but I swear I'll fucking burn all of the books you own if you make one more scary and/or vague reference to one of those shitty crap-stories you've been keeping yourself busy with while I was away.'

'Well, it was either reading or making phone-sex love to you.'

'That's… people don't say that. Making phone-sex love. The fuck.'

'That's not what you said on the phone.'

'Shut up.'

In spite of the buses ugliness, he still managed to smile smugly at me. 'Now what did you say back then again? "Ohh Antonio, no, don't say these unspeakable sexy words to me in public, I get so hot and horny whenever you speak them to me, also my pants dropped, oh noes." '

I wasn't impressed. 'Oh really? Well I remember hanging up every time you stupidly tried to sex me up while I was in public.'

'You always called me back later, though.'

'Goddammit, stop it – I have no energy right now for that bullshit.' I gave him this tired, yet slightly amused look, before I went back to scanning the bus, swallowing while doing so.

'So this is the thing.'

'Bus.'

'Yes, that's what I said.' I frowned at him. 'The bus-thing.'

'Papa Lovi,' Alejo's shrill voice suddenly captured my attention. I looked down and he grinned at me, all pumped up. 'Is… is it gonna eat us? Is it gonna eat us, Papa Lovi? Papa Toni said it isn't, but it is, right? I know it is, it even ate Mimi!'

'Mimi?' I instantly looked up at the bus again, and yes, behind one of the gruesome windows, a small, blonde girl with braids was waving at us.

'It has eats Mimi,' Matteo weakly groaned, stretching out an arm towards the bus all dramatically, 'noooooooooo…'

'Man, you don't even like Mimi,' Alejo scoffed.

'Ow yea.' Matteo immediately lost the hopeless tears behind his glasses and beamed a big smile at his twin brother. 'I furgot. Ehehehehehehehe!~'

Luisa suddenly gasped. 'It ate more idiots! Look!'

I wanted to say once again she shouldn't say such mean things about others, without feeling like a hypocrite for even a damn second, but then Antonio also gasped.

'She's right, the bus is filled with countries and kids!'

'Well, we knew there were more people going to Turkey, right?' I said. 'Can you recognize who's coming with us?'

'Nobody is coming with you if you and your insane little family don't get your tushies inside of the Magic Homo Bus right this instant,' something creepy hollered from out of the bus' entrance.

…

That voice. Oh my dear bearded holy men in the Heavens of Yonder, there was only one being in this world to which that unspeakable evil, perverted voice belonged to.

Antonio and I looked at each other with faces that were looking just as strained, annoyed, panicky and anxious as I thought they would, and my god, it was a good thing we were both grown men, because otherwise, that devilish voice had made us instantly soil ourselves.

'Hungary,' I finally said, although it sounded more like a desperate sob.

'So she's coming to Turkey as well,' Antonio continued where I had stopped. 'Well, there goes the neighborhood.'

'There goes our nice and peaceful vacation, you mean.'

'Oh no,' Antonio bravely said, swallowing. 'We're not letting her ruin this vacation for us, Lovino. So what if she's on this trip as well – we'll survive! I mean, what can she do as long as our children are hanging around us?'

'Antonio, this is Hungary we're talking about. Does she look like someone who's responsible enough to act like a nice mama or auntie to the kids? She's going to fucking ship them to kingdom come, starting with the simple-minded ones!'

Antonio was shocked and clasped his mouth. 'Matteo is done for!'

I nodded understanding. 'Yeah. We better make sure she keeps her evil mittens off him. Luckily, he's scared to death of this weird bus and he doesn't seem to be that easy to catch, either.'

Antonio looked at something behind me and grimaced. 'Oh, then I guess it's another red-glasses-wearing kid that Hungary is currently crushing against her bosom, then.'

'What?'

We looked at the bus, and there was Hungary, stepped out of the bus, holding a confused, uncomfortable looking Matteo in her arms who got almost swallowed up whole by her – not even that massive but still pretty damn huge – tits.

'But HOW!' I stammered. 'How did she get her claws on him? He was standing right here just a second ago!'

'Never underestimate the Pervert Powers of the Hungary,' Antonio muttered, narrowing his eyes.

'Well hello there, you cute little Spain-copy, you!~' we heard Hungary purring dangerously. 'Oh my oh my, you're such a kitten! Just look at youuuuuuu! You look soooooo much like your bootylicious Spanish father, it's uncanny!~ And you have your sassy Italian dad's eyes! I knew those two would produce some pretty children, but really, did they have to rub off all of their adorableness on you like that?'

'Wha…?' Matteo cocked his head, his glasses slipping off his nose a bit.

'KYAAAAA!~' Hungary instantly cried out, squishing him even more while her nose started leaking blood.

'Gah,' I gasped.

'Gah indeed,' Antonio said, and we quickly scooped up our other two kids before dashing towards Matteo and the female criminal that was manhandling him.

'Oh look at that,' she lowly told Matteo, her mouth smiling but her eyes glaring fucking daggers at us (that woman switched between emotions so damn quickly that he'd put any regular soap to fucking shame, I swear), 'looks like the two lovebirds that are supposed to be your dads have finally decided to quit stalling and grace the Magic Homo Bus with their presence. Such a honor.'

'We had some trouble, okay!' I nagged, hastily jerking Matteo out of her hands before her breasts had suffocated him.

'You… you remember miss Hungary, don't you, kids?' Antonio in the meantime panted – really, Antonio might have had a hot body, but his condition was awful – while putting Luisa and Alejo down on the ground, in front of Hungary.

'Uhm,' Luisa said, frowning at Hungary.

'Ummmm,' Alejo hesitated.

'Well, I do remember you three,' Hungary smiled, crouching down a bit. 'You were the girl that was playing all on her own at that kinder garden! You were the boy that nearly killed my son! And you, Matteo, were the one that stole my son's icy heart, like a thief in the night…'

'I wanna cookie,' Matteo grinned at me, completely forgetting all about Hungary. 'Can I has one, Papa Lovi?'

'You can has all the cookies in the world,' I said, holding myself back from snickering as I watched Hungary's disappointed face.

'Oh dear,' she sighed as I put Matteo down again, 'he reacts the exact same way as Wolfgang did when I asked him if Matteo had snatched his heart away, like a bounty hunter in the fire-hot desert – kind of a bummer, I must tell you.'

Why a goddamn bounty hunter, I wanted to ask – but decided to just keep quiet in the end to avoid a huge, homosexual explanation.

Antonio was listening to Hungary as well and gave a nervous chuckle. 'Well, they are kids, Hungary! You can't expect kids their age to instantly fall in love with each other. Also, you can't force a certain sexuality on them.'

Hungary snorted and put her hands on her hips. 'Is that so? How would you explain Feli and the Holy Roman Empire, then?'

'Not – that's how I'd explain it,' I dryly said.

I wasn't lying, I never really thought that much about Feliciano's feelings for that bossy, blond little guy he lived with when we were younger. I guess there were some mutual feelings between them – but I didn't get those at all, the Holy Roman Empire had always acted like a stuck-up asshole around my brother and my brother was scared of him, I mean, what the crap, that's not the right foundation for a healthy relationship if you ask me – but I didn't interact with Feliciano that much back then, so I didn't know how heavily the loss of the Holy Roman Empire had hit him.

It was just an urge, just something my – yuck – brotherly instincts told me, but… I believe it hit him pretty hard, as I remembered meeting him every now and then as a kid.

Yeah. It hit him hard. I was sure of it.

…

Oh well. He's got Germany now. First loves never work out anyway.

Wait a minute, Antonio was my first love as well YOU KNOW WHAT, forget it, I'm fucking rambling again, ugh.

'Look, can we just get inside that turd you call a bus?' I asked Hungary, who for some reason was still happily blocking the way for us. 'I thought you wanted us to get inside that… that freakish horror scène as soon as possible.'

'Hold up just one more minute!' Hungary said, making a "stop!" gesture with her hand like a train conductor. 'Firstly, I need to tell something about the Magic Homo Bus to you two. Five, I mean.'

'Why on Earth do you keep calling it a Magic Homo Bus?' Antonio asked.

Hungary smiled but ignored the crap out of him.

'Right. Dear Romano and Spain, as you might have find out by now, this little trip to Turkey is brought to you by yours truly and Mr. Austria.'

'But I thought those PPSS-people had taken care of everything,' I protested.

'They did,' Hungary admitted, 'but I'm not one of those people who likes to sit down on her bum and let everything else work out for her. I'm an organizer. A planner.'

'A psychopath,' I muttered underneath my breath just for the hell of it – but luckily, she didn't catch that.

Hungary carried on. 'I wanted to do something in return – so I offered the PSS-people to fix us a vehicle that would be able to bring all the nations (and kids) that wanted to join me and my family to Turkey… to Turkey! And they liked that idea, so there you have it – my sweet family is taking us to Turkey. You better be grateful.'

'So you're, what, our touring guide?' I frowned.

'Yep.' She smiled broadly. 'I am. And Mr. Austria is keeping an eye on the road, while your German brother-in-law drives the bus. Feli sits next to him for moral support and to provide me with some occasional ho yay.'

'What?!'

'Let's see,' Hungary said, pulling a list out of nowhere and a pencil, too, 'I think you and your family are the last ones we needed to pick up… so we can finally go to one of the most exotic countries I know – Turkey!~'

'Who are the other ones?' Antonio wanted to know, while trying to keep the kids – who were, understandably, getting bored – from running away.

'Hmmmmm, me, Mr. Austria and Wolfgang, Feli, Germany and Mimi, Netherlands, Liechtenstein and Bas, Russia, Bel-Bel and Anya, France and Desiree… and the five of you.'

My jaw and everything that was part of it dropped down a few inches. 'France? Germany? Russia?'

Hungary clacked her tongue and clicked her pen, after she had scribbled down our names. 'My, you really shouldn't be so surprised, Roma dear. Turkey is an extremely popular vacation destination in those countries – especially with people from Russia and Germany, they just love visiting Turkey in their spare time.'

'And what about the others?'

'It's cheap.'

I looked up. The Netherlands had suddenly stuck his pointy head out of a window just above me and nodded at me.

'Yo, Romano.' He raised a hand. 'You would be amazed how cheap the shirts and sunglasses are at Turkey's place. I cried when I found out, I did. Be sure you buy as much of all the Turkish junk as your empty wallet allows you to before you go back to your gay villa.'

I just gaped at him.

'Peace.' The Dutchman gave me another nod and went back inside.

'Did I just get shopping advice from a man who's walking around in clothes from the 17th century?' I asked Hungary.

'Does it matter, dear?' The Hungarian woman finally stepped aside and even made a little curtsey. 'I've told you enough – for now – so please enter the Magic Homo Bus, Roma and Co. – also, have these rules and try to keep yourself to it. If you won't there will be… punishments.'

Cue heavy breathing and unnecessary blushing.

I observed that for a little while, already feeling extremely tired from travelling even though we hadn't even left Spain yet, but then Hungary friendly smacked a paper into my face and then pushed me inside of the bus, urging Antonio and the kids to enter the Acid-Dream Car as well.

So we foolishly did.

\0o0/

Once Antonio, the kids and I had found ourselves a place to sit – in the back of the bus, last row, since that was the only way Antonio and I could keep an eye on all of our children, even though I actually didn't want to sit there – I decided to take a look at this what-to-do-and-what-not-to-do-paper Hungary had forcibly given me.

This is what it said:

"Rules on our Magical Homo Trip to Turkey, yay!"

(little drawings/scribbles of things that were supposed to look like busses and flags of all the countries that were coming on this trip)

"Travelling with a bunch of good friends is a lot of fun and games, but we all have to agree that there have to be a few rules set up to prevent us from actually murdering each other anyway!~ Nations will be nations, after all!"

(little drawing/scribble of a winking woman grinning creepily)

"Rule no. one: Always remain seated, unless you need to go to the bathroom or if your beautiful touring guide tells you you can.

Rule no. two: Don't make offensive remarks about the other countries that are travelling with you! Just because Mr. Austria and I are the best nations in the world, doesn't mean we can rub that in your faces.

Rule no. three: All couples are free to have sex as a method to drive away boredom and/or amuse the touring guide. But there are kids on board, so maybe, you shouldn't (sob).

Rule no. four: We have a few movies that we can watch, all of great quality and all about the epicness that's called homosexuality. Sadly enough, they're fairly graphic and, I can't stress this enough, there are kids on board – so we actually can't watch them at all. Spongebob Squarepants and Avatar: The Last Airbender it will be (and you can always search for some subtle gay subtext within these shows!).

Rule no. five: We stop every two hours at a gas station, so we can all have a breather and buy something to eat or drink. You're not allowed to bully the driver, no matter how pest-able Germany will look like at a certain moment.

Rule no. six: We have breakfast at 8 AM, lunch at 12 PM and dinner at 7 PM. (I expect some complains from you, South European countries, but screw you – you'll just have to eat when the majority of the bus needs to eat).

Rule no. seven: Keep your kids under control. Seriously. We have lots of toys and the like on board, so use them and don't make the rest of the bus want to kick them out.

Rule no eight: There will be karaoke every three hours!~

Rule no. nine: You MUST compete with karaoke.

Rule no. ten: Penalty for not singing anyway – a sloppy French kiss with the person on board of the bus I ship happen you with (Romano/Feliciano, anyone?)."

And then I simply couldn't take it anymore, opened a little bus-window and threw myself out of the bus, the impact of the road hitting my crying body killing me instantly.

…

Okay maybe not.

'Hello Mr. Romano,' a soft voice greeted me as I closed the window again. I looked at the seat in front of mine and my eyes met Liechtenstein's, who smiled at me. 'How are you? Are you enjoying this trip so far?'

We haven't even left yet, I wanted to say – but then I realized that we actually had, and that freaking out about those stupid rules had distracted me from all the happenings around me. Not that these happenings had been much to brag about – Antonio later informed me about the fact that Hungary had just read all of the rules to us out loud, twenty rules in total which all made little to no sense with a few exceptions – but still.

'I'm… not sure,' I slowly told Liechtenstein. 'Hungary always gives me the creeps, so I wonder if I'm really going to enjoy this trip. What about you?'

'I… for the first time in my life, Mr. Romano, I'm… I'm away from home for a pretty long time… away from my brother… only Mr. Netherlands, Bas and Bella around to make me feel more comfortable…' Liechtenstein sounded both excited as well as she sounded a little frightened.

'So you're feeling more comfortable around Netherlands, I guess,' I said, while peeking at the gruff man sitting next to her, who was staring at a 100-euro bill like his life depended on it.

'The fuck's he doing?' I hissed. 'Does he always stares at his money like that?'

Liechtenstein shushed me. 'Sssssht. He's reading, Mr. Romano. Please don't disturb him.'

'Reading?'

'He looks… I don't know.' The young blonde woman smiled faintly. 'He always looks so sophisticated when he's reading, don't you agree?'

'100 euros,' Netherlands mumbled, 'more than 50 euros, but less than 200 euros. Interesting.'

…

'He's staring at his MONEY,' I said, almost nagged even, at Liechtenstein – but it was no use. Apparently, Liechtenstein didn't feel like talking to me anymore and she thought it was way more fun to swoon and watch the Netherlands drooling on his paper money, so that was what she did.

I didn't mind it that much and leaned to the side, to see what the others were up to.

Well…

From what I could see, Mimi and Anya – Feliciano's kid and Femke's daughter – were busy chatting to each other, sitting apart from their parents. It took me a while to realize, but apparently, they pretended to be grown women that went on a business trip. Anya even complained about the non-existing company's non-existing director.

Bas, Wolfgang and Alejo were sitting apart as well, the three of them having a heavy discussion about some sort of game they were playing. I suppose it had to be Mario Kart, because I heard Alejo shout profanities that even I had never heard before.

Besides, Mario Kart is fucking evil. If that game and its blue shells of doom didn't get you cursing the whole wide world but especially the Mario kind of world, you're a fucking saint.

Desiree – France's kid – had stripped again and was now running up and down the bus naked, while France tried to catch her before Hungary would look up from her pornographic novel (and I knew it had to be a pornographic novel because the title said "The Taunting of His Chesthair" and fuck me if that wasn't the most sick title I had ever heard of).

Femke and Russia were pretty quiet, they just sat on their seats and enjoyed a nice and peaceful conversation in which Russia mostly talked about the most rancid, most awful wars he had ever participated in, while Femke just nodded and told him he should see that therapist she had informed him about just a few days ago.

'Ah, but I did go to that man, I did! He was no good, though.'

'He wasn't? How comes?'

'He hang himself halfway our conversation.'

'…a-ah.'

'So mean of him.'

'I-I guess.'

'What should I do now?'

'I don't know. I don't want you to go off accidentally killing another therapist. But… well, maybe you should grow more sunflowers.'

'As a form of therapy? Or for you?'

'Yes.'

Russia turned his head to her and smiled without actually smiling. 'I don't get you at all.'

…

Well, that was… cute, I guess. Strange, but cute. Whatever.

I looked to see if I could find out more about what Austria, Feliciano and Germany were doing, but I couldn't get a good look, so I just assumed they were still in their own little driving world, with Austria commanding Germany how to ride and in what direction and stuff, while Germany sweated his ass off and Feliciano cheered him on like the dunce he was.

After checking all of that – all of the other countries and all of the activities they were or weren't doing, I finally allowed myself to feel a little more at ease and glanced at my own family.

I couldn't help but chuckle when I noticed Matteo was humming songs to himself as he made little drawings on the fogged up window that would put Hungary's shitty artwork to shame. Luisa was nodding off – that's what you get for reading depressing children's books in the middle of the night – and rested her head against Antonio's arm, and Antonio…

…

Antonio was looking at me, with that kind smile he had mastered to share with me whenever he felt like it. God, it always made him radiate even more handsomeness. However, Antonio looked concerned as well, as if something was bothering him.

'Lovi,' he started, gently gripping my hand, 'something's been on my mind lately. Can I talk to you about it?'