A/N: so I know I've been a lazy updater, but I've had writers block… No one reads these any way so on with the show

Chapter 4: You're Staring at Me

Antonio awoke the next morning to the smell of breakfast cooking. Since he and Romano had a bit of a quarrel over the Italians behavior last night, Toni thought it best to just go down and apologize. He began getting dressed and looking nice enough so Roma wouldn't fuss over his unkempt hair and he started down the stairs. He mustered up the biggest smile he could manage before entering, but paused mid step when he heard yelling back and forth in Italian. He couldn't understand and had no hope to. They were talking too fast. There was crying soon that followed but not from who you would expect. The sound made Toni barge in the door to comfort his lover, who had burst into tears while talking to… "Oh, mi Querido, its- Feliciano?" Lovino nodded, speaking through tears. "Guess who finally decided to show the fuck up after all goddamn night!" he turned and started yelling again, this time though, Toni could make out 'I was worried sick' and 'you pissed me off'. "Lovi~ calm mi amor…calm. It's not good for el Niño's…" Lovino nodded and huffed, trying to calm down but failing miserably. He whimpered and finally just walked over to the stove, back turned. Antonio then looked at Feliciano. The boy looked rough, and smelled of stale smoke and…was that liquor? "Feli…where were you? Lovi didn't even tell me you were supposed to be coming…" Feliciano held his head "I- I was with Luciano…" Lovino stayed silent but Antonio, having known the man his whole life, knew and could feel how pissed off he was, even from 7 feet away. "You scared your Hermano, he must have been worried sick. And stayed that way all night… Are you okay though?" Feliciano nodded and glanced past Toni to look at his fratello. Lovino was silently crying and had one hand on his growing bump, the other holding a spatula. The hand, holding the spatula, was shaking and bear white knuckles. Toni walked over carefully and hugged his lover's waist from behind. Lovinos anger melted away and he relaxed, leaning back slightly into the Spaniard. He was too tired to fight. They stayed like that for a while and Lovino was able to stir the rice without moving much. Finally, Lovino spoke softly. "L…lo siento mi amor..." Toni shook his head. "It wasn't you…" Lovino looked down at his lovers clasped hands that rested on his mid-section. "Soon you won't be able to hold me like this…" "Oh Lovi~ it will be a long while before you get that big. You may feel big now but you don't look it." They heard a sigh and remembered there was another person with them. "Oh, perdon Feli."

Lovino pulled forward, pulling out of Antonio's hold and got out plates. He began dolling the food onto then and dragged Toni to the table, sitting him and two plates down. He stood there and both Toni and Feli shot each other questioning glances. "Umm…Mi amor? You should sit after last night…" Lovino was not listening and simply stood there, spaced out. Antonio sighed and got up, softly grabbing hold of his lover's wrist. He spoke into Lovinos ear, making sure only the two of them could make it out, and kissed his cheek before going to sit him down. Feliciano watched through his peripheral vision and just felt an emotion set in his being. He was jealous. Why was love so easy for his fratello? Why didn't Ludwig ever treat him like that? All the German did when Feli had a meltdown was shove medication at him in hopes of not having to deal with him. All of these thoughts angered him but it went unnoticed. Antonio was trying to get Lovino to look at him and Lovino looked as though he were to pass out at any moment. "Toni…" Antonio stopped cooing to hear. "Ho bisogno di te…." Antonio smiled and nodded "I understood that one…" He smiled and kissed his lover, getting up and making another plate. Lovino sat in his own little world it seemed, and just stared off into the distance. Feliciano saw this as a good opportunity. "M-….Mi dispace fratello…" that made Lovino look over at him and shake his head slightly. "No. Don't be." He turned his head away once again and Feliciano silently applauded himself. He was off the hook. Antonio came back and sat the loaded plate in front of Lovino. Lovi cringed slightly but allowed himself to begin picking at the large amount he had been graced with. The lack of enthusiasm was quickly noticed by the all-seeing Antonio, and therefor he soon spoke up. "If I have to feed you myself I will…" Lovino sighed and banged his head down on the table. Both his husband and brother cringed but knew he was okay. Lovino picked up his head and began eating, each bite even sounded angry. "We need to see what we can do about these sudden mood shifts mi querido… before you hurt yourself… or anyone else…" Lovino kept eating and Feliciano looked up and kept his eyes on his brother. He looked nice. "Ve~ Fratello's hair looks so soft~" Lovino looked to his brother and only gave a seconds worth of a questioning glance before he growled. "Why are you staring, Feliciano?"

Feli just whined "I was just trying to make Fratello feel better about himself~ I don't like when he gets to thinking so harshly…" Lovino stayed silent as Antonio just laughed. "Si, there are going to be many things like that to change about him as long as he has the baby. His hair was always soft, now its softer. His skin is more vibrant…" Antonio started going on and on and Lovino looked up. "Great, now you're both staring…" He ate half and got up to leave. Antonio sighed and let him go, making a note to himself that Lovi would eat sooner or later. Feli looked around and heard his brother go upstairs. "I…I'll be back. I have to make a phone call." Antonio seemed to be in his own thoughts and didn't reply. Feliciano took his plate and washed it before going outside. He took out his phone and began dialing the number. The line was busy so he tried again. After numerous times he got frustrated and sat back on the ground until his thoughts overwhelmed him and he had to try again. "Ring…Ring…Rin- Hallo, Beilschmit speaking." "Luddy?" The Italians voice was soft and timid. "Feli…" Ludwig sat back from his desk and smiled slightly "How are you now liebe?' Feliciano heard the warmth "Worried about you…" he said, this time in a smaller voice. "Oh, we are fine. Just doing paperwork." Feliciano nodded and held his breath. "I'm staying here for a week. My meds will be back in my system when I next see you…" Ludwig grunted "Oh… well that's good. Long time but…" Feliciano sighed "I'm sorry…" Ludwig ignored that and started talking about the paper work he was doing. Feliciano listened closely. "Oh, Liebe, I have another call, hold on."

Feliciano waited and leaned his head back. He was soon asleep.

"OI, FRATELLO? WE HAVE A DAMN HOUSE YOU KNOW! IN FACT, ITS THAT THING YOURE LEANING ON! UP, GET UP, DAMN IT! BED!" Lovino had been trying to wake up his brother in every way possible, finally just doing it the old fashioned way. He tried pulling him up and was stopped by Rome. "You can't do that ~ Let him sleep~" Lovino rolled his eyes and sighed. He just turned around and headed back for the fields, joining a mud covered and singing Antonio. Feliciano shot up and looked at Rome with wide eyes. "WHAAA? GRANDPA?!" Rome chuckled and threw a peace sign. "Ciao~" Feliciano rubbed his eyes and shook his head. "Fratello! I'm seeing THINGS!" Rome frowned a little and looked down a little. "…ouch…"

As Feli and Rome caught up, Lovino was picking tomatoes and humming. Antonio had stopped picking or at least slowed to turn and watch his lover tend to the row adjacent to him. "..que lindo…" he smiled but hurried to work when he knew he was caught. "Do your own row Espana…" Spain laughed nervously and did so. After a while he had stopped and finally fed into the temptation and hugged his lover from behind. "Let us go siesta…" Lovino melted into him and smiled. "Is that all you want…?" Antonio almost nosebled and purred. "Your choice…but you have to carry me…" the spainard lifted him swiftly and carried him bridal style. Lovino buried himself in the tan mans chest and took in the scent. He was warm and happy…

Ludwig looked around and waited. Finally the doorbell rang and he went to answer it. There stood a man that was an almost exact replica of himself but with purple eyes and no military uniform. "What the hell do you want?" Ludwig sneered. Lutz just shrugged "I am here to talk…"

A/N: Next chapter, lemon or nah?