A/N: Not sure whether or not anyone is reading these, but if you are and you have some suggestions for the characters, by all means, put them out in the reviews or PM me. Also, should there be a sequel?

For Noobz. Im slow but this story will be done. 3

Chapter 20: We'd Laugh At The Stars.

That night after dinner, Lovino and Antonio went out to the fields again so the nursery could better dry and Alfred could rest along with Kiku. Lovino waddled alongside the Spaniard, breathing in the crisp night air and admiring the glow of the moon as it shown over the fields. Antonio watched Lovi from the corner of his eye and held his smile in place. "So…I've been thinking…"

The Spaniard turned his full attention to the Italian, making Lovino almost forget what he was saying. "…I think we should get remarried next spring…you know…" he didn't believe he had to explain why, but Antonio was still waiting for an explanation. He sighed "Both of our birthdays are around that time, that's why, idiota."

It still took the Spaniard a few seconds to process. "….Lovi….?" he spoke softly. Lovino groaned and held his head. "Are you even listening? This is IMPORTANT" Antonio slightly jumped but snapped back to reality. "…L-Lo siento…I was just uh….just looking at…your eyes…" he lightly lifted his hand to the Italians cheek and softly caressed it. Lovino didn't fight him, instead looking him straight in the eyes in curiosity.

"….They're swirls of gold…brown…green..." Antonio ran the tip of his thumb over his lover's lips. "….so soft…so pure…" Lovino blushed deeply and looked away. "….so you really weren't listening…"

Antonio chuckled "No Lovi, it wasn't I who didn't listen…don't you remember what I said to you before I proposed?" Lovino huffed "How am I supposed to remember that? That was over a century ago"

"But Lovi, it was important too! I thought that's what made you say yes…" He looked at the sulking Spaniard and rolled his eyes. "If you think that's what I married you for, you really are retarded." He shifted on his feet, wanting nothing more at the moment than to sit somewhere decent.

Antonio whimpered "Lovi that was mean to say…" "…I know baby…and I'm sorry…but if you don't know how much I love you, I'm doing more wrong than I thought…" They both stood there in silence for a minute before Antonio squeezed Lovinos hand, getting the Italians attention. "…Let's go lay down mi Corazon….is getting late…" he offered a small smile to accompany soft words and made sure to add empathy in his invitation.

Lovino nodded and rubbed one of his eyes, starting back to the house with Antonio. When they got up to their room, Lovino did not bother changing; he simply stripped and slid in between the sheets. Antonio put on clean boxers and slid in beside him, smiling brightly and enveloping the Italian into a warm embrace.

"…..Ti amo Antonio…forever and always..." he said before drifting right off to sleep. Antonio kissed his head and soon followed him in slumber. The next day they woke up. Lovino stayed in bed while Antonio cooked and after eating, they both headed out to the fields.

As Antonio carried out the harvest alone, Lovino longingly gazed into the rows upon rows of the red fruits and thought of what future harvests would be like with their children. He giggled at the thought of the ensured madness of the running toddlers getting into what they weren't supposed to and Antonio and himself having to chase them down the same rows.

It wasn't long to him before it was 4- quitting time. Antonio led Lovi to the kitchen and sat him down. "There you go mi Corazon~" He smiled and went to start cooking. Lovino sighed, which Toni noticed and turned to look at him. "…What's bothering you mi amor…?" he spoke softly as to not startle the younger.

Lovino just looked up sadly. "Feliciano hasn't called…not once…I keep watching the phones, but like hell I'm calling him first." He scoffed "That's probably what the bastards want huh? I bet they just go about their time just SO SURE that I'm gonna call begging to see that fucking potato baby! WELL THEY'RE FUCKIN WRONG! FUCK THEM! FUCK EVERYONE! ALFRED WANTS TO BE AN UNCLE AND FUCK YEA HES GONNA GET IT! OUR KIDS NEED SOME ONE WHO'S NOT A JACKASS!"

Lovino felt arms around his belly but Antonio was still cowering from the certain outbreak of throwing things. Lovino looked back to see a smiling Alfred that clung to him like no other, his arms being the only ones that stood a chance of completely encircling the Italians swollen tummy. "Do ya' really mean it Lovi? Am I a Zio?" he kept that award winning smile and Lovinos temper melted, seeing Antonio smiling too.

He giggled finally and pet Alfred's head gently. "Of course Alfredo…you are Mio Familia, and there is nothing my children need more than that." He sighed and the babies pressed against Alfred's cheek. Antonio came over after stirring the pot of sauce and kissed Lovino passionately. Lovinos heart raced and Alfred cooed at the kicking babies.

They all ate and Antonio and Alfred did an amazing job of taking Lovinos mind off his brother. Unfortunately that didn't stop Lovino from sneaking from the bed (barely getting out of bed) and making his way down the hall. He looked at the phone, looking to complete the plan of calling his shithead brother just to see if he would answer and then hang up without saying a single word.

That would have been it if the phone had worked when he picked it up. He cursed audibly and tried a few buttons. Once that clearly wasn't what was wrong, he carefully began tracing the wires to see if they were connected. The main cable that hooked up to the land line came right to him, obviously unplugged.

He shook his head and thought maybe it was just this one. Surely it was a mistake. He carefully went downstairs, clinging to the banister and found that all the other 5 phones were unplugged the same way.

Now he was pissed. He went back upstairs and took the first phone he found unplugged into the room with him. He hurled it against the wall and it shattered into a thousand pieces with a loud bang. Antonio jumped up and turned on the light, ready to attack until he saw a very, very, very angry Italian.

He got up careful to avoid the shards of the house phone and started to walk over to Lovino. "M-mi…amo-""DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT!" Lovino screamed. Antonio jumped again. "W-w-w-what's the matter?" Scanning the Italian up and down, he saw no obvious injuries, but then his gaze traveled to the floor, where the biggest remaining chunk of the otherwise unrecognizable phone.

His heart dropped. "….Explain…Now." He looked back up to Lovinos burning eyes, wincing at the lack of all compassion. He sighed deep and started. "Well…every time you see him he hurts you mi Corazon…w-we…just...want you happy." Antonio expected more yelling, cursing, even a large 'I HATE YOU.' But what did happen was worse than anything to him.

Lovinos tears streamed. He looked away. "…I don't want you there when they're born…you stay the fuck away…I can do this alone." Antonio started to plead but Lovino just walled out and slammed the door behind him.

Antonio couldn't help it, he curled back up in bed and began sobbing.