Chapter 17

Hello there, I understand that there's a little bit of confusion. Alana is Fem! Northern Ireland, based off some concept art of the male version from Hetalia's creator and Brandon is the Republic. They're twins so they're the same age. I hope that clears things up for everyone.

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Lovino gave Arthur a charming smile as he pulled out his chair to allow him to sit down. Arthur blushed slightly and he slid into the chair as Lovino took a seat across from him. They where sat in a cozy little Italian restaurant in a high end part of the city.

"How did you find this place?" Asked Arthur curiously, admiring the tasteful décor. The floors were black tiled, the ceiling was high with a single glass chandelier light and the walls where cream marble. The restaurant lacked a gaudy Italian theme as there where no men in chefs hats with moustaches or Italian flags on the walls. Arthur found the place exceedingly elegant and he was overwhelmed with a sense of nostalgia...

"I knew the original owners. We had a meeting here two decades back, do you remember?"

Arthur frowned for a moment and then his eyes lit up in realisation.

"Was that when America and Ivan got into a fist fight and it ended up in an all out brawl?"

"Exactly. We escaped the chaos and went out for dinner... Do you remember where?"

"Oh" said Arthur softly. "Right here. The waitress recommended tourist spots for us to visit. She said that we were a lovely couple."

"Si, si. We had fun."

"Yes, yes we did."

Lovino stretched out his hand towards Arthurs which was resting on top of the table. He carefully laced their fingers together. Arthur offered him a warm and tentative smile.

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"I knew it! I knew he'd take him here!" Said Feliciano triumphantly to Francis who was impressed by Feliciano's deviousness.

"Why here?"

"Lovi totally loves it, he and Arthur have been on a date here before. I knew it looked familiar!"

"Ah." Francis looked thoughtful.

"What is it?"

"Well, its just perfect for Arthur. He loves stuff like this. How sweet..."

"Ehh my brother is really good at romance. He IS my brother after all."

"So, should we just keep watching or interrupt them?"

"Ah, well..." Feliciano saw how happy his brother was, he hadn't seen him that happy in years...

"Maybe we should just let him have this one? Arthur deserves to have this. His world is spiralling out of control after all."

"As much as I'd hate for Lovi to get ahead of me you're right. Let's leave them be."

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"Well, I think that's the last of it!" Beamed Dylan dumping the last cardboard box onto a bed with red sheets.

"So you're really moving in then? For good this time?" Asked Alana.

"Of course! I absolutely HAVE to stay here if Artie is going to start dating."

"Hey, don't say that where the kids will hear you- you know how attached they are to him."

"Yeah. It's a little unhealthy don't you think?"
"Like you can talk" Alana laughed.

"Hey. You know I have perfectly good reasons for being overprotective of our little bunny."

"That doesn't excuse your behaviour at the conference. Those biscuits? They're probably going to cause a lot of trouble for poor Arthur. Al knew it was your handiwork straight away but Artie believed your little innocent act."

"Aww come on sis, he needs to know the truth about their feelings- Alistair has already punished me by dragging me back here and besides, I didn't know that the brat would slip me one too!"

"I still don't agree with your methods."

"You'll see. Everything is going to turn out just fine. I didn't just tamper with the biscuits, I got the coffee and the water fountain too. Besides, you and I never agree on anything."
"Dylan! God damn it- I've got to warn Arthur." Grumbled Alana rushing out of the room to contact her youngest brother.

"Too little too late Alana." Dylan smiled satisfied to himself. This would help Arthur a lot, he was sure of it.

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"I wonder where Artie wandered off to? I'd totally love to meet up fro drinks with him and you tonight." Said Feliks cheerfully. Gilbert shrugged in response, truthfully he saw Arthur leave grumbling about gits but he wasn't going to rat him out, Feliks would be too much for him to handle at the moment. Yao had been a tool and Arthur clearly believed that everyone was just too horny for their own good.

"Shall we grab Francis instead? He totally looked like he needed a drink as soon as he saw Dyl."

"Yeah-lets get Antonio too" Gilbert replied eagerly.

"Oh look- there's Antonio... and Arthur with Lovino. Uh oh. Not good."

"Shit."

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"Little Lovi! Artu! Where have you been?" Whined Antonio stalking towards them, zeroing in on his prey.

"To lunch. You weren't invited bastardo."

"Looooviiiiii youre so cruel! I just want to have lunch with the mi tomarte y mi amorcito!" (My tomato and my sweetheart.)

"Who are you calling your sweetheart! He's mine!" Snapped Lovino narrowing his eyes at his former caretaker. He wasn't about to let him come between their budding relationship- he was so close to seducing Arthur!

"I can speak for myself- and I don't belong to anyone." Arthur frowned deeply, annoyed at Lovino's sudden change in behaviour.

"Oh Loviiii now you made mi amorcito angry!"

"That was you bastardo! He probably got fed up of hearing your desperate whining! You blew your chance with Arthur centuries ago and you know it!"

"Lovi! Me and Artu have gotten over our little disputes, they're in the past, there's no room for those grudges in the modern world."

"Oh, so that's why you still cry about the Armada whenever you're drunk, you're over it?"

"That's cold Lovi, cold!"

"Don't call me that! My name is Lovino!"

"No, Lovi is cuter, don't you agree... Where did he go?"

"Merda! You blew my chance! I was so close!" Fumed Lovino.

"Someone else has snatched him away."

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