((A/N: :3 This chapter has smut in it, and future chapter(s) might have some smut in it as well... *wiggles eyebrows* Just so you know~ I will warn though~ :3))

Lovino startled a little bit once the horses began walking. "Don't go too fast… and uh.. Let's not go on the asphalt... Zombies might hear the noise of the horses walking..." he turned to look down to Feli's neck and sighed.

"…Goddammit..." he whispered and pressed his forehead on Feli's neck.

"If you think I like Antonio in that way, you're mistaken… I-I just got out of the last relationship Feli… I-I hate relationships, no one wants to stay with me anyway..." He whispered quietly in Italian, biting his lip.

Feli gave his brother a look of sympathy. "So you did leave that bastard. Well, good f*cking riddance." He swore quietly in Italian, talking about Lovino's ex. Ugh, he HATED Josh. How the hell Lovino managed to stay with him for a year was beyond him.

"I understand if you feel that way. I mean, if it was me I would feel the same way about relationships. But the world isn't only douchebags and assholes. Some people can be nice, can lift you up instead of bringing you down. Someone like him."

He motioned to Antonio for a moment.

"Now I'm not saying you should fall in love with him, but he can be a good friend. He truly cares about you. I mean, who else besides me sees past that grumpy attitude of yours?" He gave a chuckle. "Besides, you care about him too. Don't try and hide that."

Lovino just gave Antonio a quick glance. "…I know… I just... I'm not that good with other people... You know... my lone wolf personality... thing..?" He muttered to his brother in Italian and then turned to Antonio, switching back to English for a moment.

"We're just talking about the zombies and stuff. Nothing that you would care about..." Lovino murmured at the Spaniard, as he did look a bit interested in what they were talking about. The Italian turned to Feliciano again, switching to his native language again.

"…It's just... It's his voice dammit... you know I like Spanish guys." He rolled his eyes. "I just... The thing is, that after my ex... I haven't been able to feel that way with anyone... Mostly because there is no one to fall in love with..." He huffed.

"Stupid zombies…. and plus... That idiot over there is an airhead. He wouldn't understand it if I liked him or not... He's probably not even gay nor bi... N-Not that I like him!"

"Suuuuure…" Feli teased, then he chuckled. "Yeah, he's an airhead. But he's also very loyal. Even if he wasn't in love with you, he would protect you and keep you company. I've seen how he looks at you Lovi~"

"W-What's the hell is that supposed to mean damn it?!"

Feliciano just chuckled like he knew a secret. Lovino narrowed his eyes. "...ugh. Damn you..."

They were walking through the fields now, the rotten crops that weren't harvested making them all wrinkle their noses in disgust. Something moved not far from them. The horses stopped, neighing in fear. Antonio pulled out his shotgun, looking around for any threat. It was just a little boy, holding a stuffed bunny. His green eyes glared at the trio from under his blonde bangs.

"Wie zijn jullie? Wat doen jullie op ons land? (Who are you? What are you doing on our property?)" The child asked sharply. Lovino tilted his head at his brother, then he gave him small pat on his shoulder. "What is he talking about ...?" Lovino frowned a little bit and then turned to look at Antonio.

"I have no idea." Feliciano said. Antonio tilted his head at the child, then smiled. "We zijn reizigers. Ik ben Antonio, dat is Feliciano en die zuurpruim is Lovino. (We're travellers. I'm Antonio, that's Feliciano, and that grumpy guy over there is Lovino.)" The Spaniard spoke the language a bit more with a Spanish accent, but the child understood. "Hebben jullie een plek nodig voor de nacht? Uhm...Need a... Place... For the... night?" He was trying to communicate with Lovino and Feliciano as well, but English was clearly not his first language.

Lovino stared at the boy quietly until he bit his lip and nodded at him as he somehow understood him. "Si...I guess..." The boy nodded, motioning for them to follow him. He led them to a small farm, the fence around it being electric. The boy walked to the gate and pressed a few buttons on a panel.

"Wachtwoord? (Password?)" A little girl's voice was heard from a speaker. "Mijn vaderland getrouwe. ((This translates to: "My homeland faithfully", a line from the Dutch national song))" said the boy. The gate opened and the 6 of them, if you count the horses, walked onto the farm. The gate closed behind them. The boy looked at them. "Welcome to my huis (house)."

Lovino gave this place a small nervous look. It looked so... strange... But in the end this would be even better than anything else, right? It had such good technology around it protecting the whole farm.

"Holy shit..." he whispered under his breath and then stared at the house. "…So cool..." he murmured. It looked like it had a lot of rooms… "T-Thanks" he thanked the boy quietly. Once they arrived in front of the house, Lovino just sat on the horse.

"…G-goddammit..."

He wasn't sure how to get down. Feliciano has already jumped of the horse, as well as Antonio. The Spaniard looked at Lovino, and chuckled, walking over to the horse. Before Lovino could protest, Antonio picked him up, helping the Italian from the horse and setting him down safely on the ground. Lovino blushed. Ugh, that was... Ugh. "..Grazie..."

"De nada~" Antonio smiled, and looked back at the child. "Bedankt. Wat is je naam? (Thank you. What's your name?)" The boy looked at Antonio for a second, then replied with a short; "Tim." The Spaniard smiled. "Nice to meet you Tim."

The boy nodded, then wrinkled his nose as the wind went in his direction, bringing the smell of the three men along. "Ik heb een bad binnen. Kom. (I have a bath inside. Come.)" He walked inside, the trio following. The house was pretty nice, decorated with Dutch and German ornaments and stuff. A little 6 year old girl with brown hair held back by a headband peeked through the door, then latched herself onto the blonde boy. "Broer! ~ (Brother! ~)" She squealed, showing she was missing a few teeth.

Lovino walked inside quietly as he tried to keep a low profile while being in someone else's house. "...Where are your parents...?" he asked the kids as he tilted his head, hoping that at least one of them were still alive. Suddenly a young man with pale skin, greyish white hair and red eyes walked from one room, staring at them with a small frown.

"..."

He didn't say anything, but just turned to Tim with questioning look. Tim shrugged. "Ik vond ze in het veld. Ze kunnen toch wel een nacht blijven? (I found them in the fields. They can stay the night, right?)" A young woman came walking into the room as well. She had middle-long blonde hair, dark-green eyes and fair skin. Seeing the trio and hearing Tim's words she smiled. "Of course they can stay Timmy. Right Bruder?" She directed the Bruder comment towards the albino man.

Lovino frowned as he saw how Antonio looked at the woman. Why was he...? Oh god, not these stupid feelings again! Why would he care if Antonio was checking out another person? He didn't care.

Right?

The albino moved his hands slowly while looking at what Lovino presumed was his sister. He didn't talk through his mouth but with his hands. He was mute.

'Ja, but be careful, they might be dangerous.'

The woman looked at the trio at the man's 'words'. She chuckled. "No, they are not. At least one of them isn't." The woman was staring right at Feliciano. "Long time no see Feli." Feliciano smiled brightly, suddenly recognizing the woman. "Ciao Ambrosia! Good to see you again!" He hugged her, then the man. "And you too Gilbert!" In his enthusiasm, his sweater had slipped from his neck. Revealing the mark. Quickly the two kids, Gilbert and Ambrosia backed up, making Feliciano looked at them confused. "F-Feliciano... Your neck..." Antonio muttered nervously. The Italian paled and quickly pulled his sweater back. "I-It's nothing! It's just... Uh..."

Oh shit.

Lovino quickly pulled Feliciano close to him, protectively. "...It is a bite, but he has already been a zombie! H-He's alive again..." He pulled his brother even closer to him. "...I'm telling the truth... Really..." he bit his lip as he saw the disbelieving looks.

Gilbert pulled the kids behind him and stared at the bite quietly. "..." He bit his lip and walked closer to look into Feli's eyes, trying to spot any trances of the grey filter. "..." He huffed a little bit and turned to his sister.

'I need to take his DNA sample.'

Ambrosia blinked, and nodded. She looked through a medical kit, pulling out a blood test. She motioned for Feli to sit down and strapped a piece of rope around his upper arm, just a centimetre above his elbow. "This may hurt a little..." She pushed the needle in, Feli's blood being collected in a vial. The Italian flinched a bit as the needle was pulled out and the puncture wound was disinfected with some alcohol. Ambrosia handed the blood sample to her brother, who went to another room to examine it. The kids were still looking at Feli, distrust in their eyes.

Lovino sat down on the couch with Antonio, and fidgeted a bit. "...Um... So, I haven't really introduced m-myself... My name is Lovino Vargas." Ambrosia smiled slightly and nodded. "Ah, so you're Lovino. Feli has told me about you once. Nice to meet you. I'm Ambrosia Beilschmidt."

"Nice to meet you too. I'm Antonio Carriedo. So… Uhm.. How do you and Feliciano know each other?" Antonio asked. Ambrosia chuckled. "Feli was very good friends with my brother Ludwig. So he came over once in a while." Antonio gave a nod. "I see. And where is this Ludwig?"

Ambrosia was silent, her smile dropping. Feliciano swallowed and looked at the floor. Antonio blinked. "...Oh.. I-I'm.. I'm sorry."

"...It's okay. You couldn't have known." Ambrosia said with a forced smile. After half an hour of examining the blood, Gilbert finally walked out of his room and nodded, showing a thumbs up. He bit his lip as he walked over to his sister, 'He seems to have nothing in his blood...it's a miracle.' he motioned and then rubbed the back of his head.

Ambrosia sighed in relief. "Thank god. I won't want to shoot one of our guests." She stood up. "Well then, who's hungry?" The kids smiled and rose their hands, making her chuckle. "Alright. I'll go make some poffertjes ((A Dutch treat. Look it up~)) for you guys." Tim and the little girl, presuming his sister, latched onto her legs as she walked past, squealing in delight. Antonio smiled at the scene, how Ambrosia was handling the kids like they were her own.

"Rustig aan aapjes van me. Zo kan ik toch niet lopen?" (Calm down my little monkeys. I won't be able to walk like that, right?)

"Mama! Mama, mag ik helpen? (Mama! Mama, can I help?)" Tim asked cutely. Ambrosia nodded, prying the kids away from her legs.

Lovino looked at Antonio again. God damn it… Stupid bastard, staring lovingly at people that weren't him.. Wait, WHAT?! Okay, maybe he was just still a bit tired from the journey. Yeah, that's it. That's why he was thinking these thoughts..

Right? RIGHT…?!

Lovino began snapping his fingers at the Spaniard. "Earth's calling Antonio… We need to bathe dammit." he hissed at him. "Go ask that...woman that we need water or something.." he murmured and then turned to Feliciano. "...I don't want to smell like ass for another week.." he muttered in Italian.

Gil heard what these two were talking about and then rolled his eyes, clapping his hands together and pointing towards the bathroom. He began walking in front of them to lead them there. As they walked Feliciano kept scratching at the little puncture wound in his elbow. Antonio looked back once more at Ambrosia, before they went around the corner. There was a faint smile on his face. Feliciano glanced at his brother, seeing him pout. "Don't tell me you're jealous." He whispered in Italian.

"...no, I'm not jealous so shut the fuck up." Lovino snapped back in Italian. The Italian stepped into the bathroom once Gil opened the door for them. "Thanks.." he murmured to Gil who just nodded, gave them towels and left. Lovino glanced around the room. "..fuck there's so many showers..."

Feliciano just shrugged and looked around the bathroom. "This was once a holiday inn. That's why it's so big." Luckily all the showers had a wall around them, so they could have a bit of privacy. They walked to a shower each, locking the door behind them. Soon enough the showers were on, the room filling with steam.

Lovino stepped into one of the "stalls", turning on the warm water. "mnh..." he was feeling quite glad to finally have clean water or at least warm water against his body. "..." He kept his eyes closed as he rubbed some soap against his body to wash some old blood off of it.

'Finally.' He thought. 'Finally I can be a bit clean...'

Soon enough, they were all clean. Feliciano was smiling when he got out his stall, looking a lot better now that he was clean. His damp hair was still pressed against his skull, except for the curl of course. Antonio sighed in happiness, his curls still a bit damp as well. There was a knock on the door. "You guys decent?"

"Si, we are Amber!" Feliciano called, combing his hair with a brush that was laying on a sink. Ambrosia peeked her head in, smiling. "Good! Dinner's ready and on the table. We'll be waiting in the kitchen."

"Thanks chic." Antonio said with a bright smile. Ambrosia returned the smile, giving him a quick wink before walking back to the kitchen. Antonio blushed slightly, taking the brush from Feliciano, who was finished brushing his hair.

Lovino continued showering until these two were out and then began drying himself with the towel. God, this felt so good after many fucking weeks... they were lucky. Lovino didn't really say anything as Ambrosia talked to them. Well it sounded like more to Antonio but he tried not to care. Lovino's hair was all messy once he had ruffled the towel over it, but he didn't care, he just tried to comb his hair with his fingers, letting the lonely curl just pop out.

Once he got dressed and stepped out of the bathroom, he could hear the people in the kitchen giggling, laughing and talking. Their voices echoed through the hallway, nearly mocking him. Lovino bit his lip as he listened to the other people speaking, He huffed quietly as he walked into the living room to calm down as he felt somehow, sad? He wasn't sure how to take this.

"Fucking assholes..."

He glanced at the kitchen. Everyone had a plate of what seemed to be mini pancakes in front of them. They were eating and chatting happily. "Veh~ This is good Ambrosia!" Feliciano said, eating happily. "Si! They are very yummy these... stoffertjes? Is that what they are called?" Antonio asked, earning a laugh from Ambrosia.

"No, no.. Poffertjes. It's a recipe from Holland. Tim and Laura love them." Antonio chuckled, taking another bite. He thought Ambrosia had a beautiful laugh. Though Lovino found it ANNOYING. Noticing said Italian, Ambrosia smiled. "Hey Lovino! You're just in time. I managed to save you a plate. These rascals nearly ate it all." The rascals were the kids, who were now playing with some crayons and old newspapers.

Lovino stared at the pancakes quietly, not really feeling for any at that moment. "...I'm not hungry, do you have a room I can just sleep in..?" he huffed with his usual grumpy voice. Usually Lovino was very nice to women, but this time he just couldn't. He was jealous and tired.

No, wait, he wasn't jealous! Not at all… Really. Why are you looking at me like that?! BAKA!

"You can feed them to your uh... rascals..." Lovino shrugged it off and headed into the room that Gilbert showed him in no time. He could finally sleep alone and try to solve some thoughts in his head. "...Fucking hell..."

As Gilbert went back, he patted Antonio's shoulder and shook his head, not really giving him any hint about Lovino even though he noticed how Lovi looked at Antonio and his sister. Soon Gil just sat down to eat rest of his poffertjes.

Antonio didn't really understand what Gilbert tried to say, being the oblivious doof he was, and just looked a bit confused. After dinner, Ambrosia showed him to his room, which was next to Lovino's.

"Uhm... G-Gracias for dinner and... Taking us in for the night... and... stuff." Antonio said, a bit awkwardly. Ambrosia chuckled, patting his shoulder. "Don't mention it Toni. You guys are welcome to stay as long as you want. The house is big enough. But there is one condition."

"A-And that is?"

"You guys will help us at the farm. You know, feeding the animals, harvesting the crops... That sort of stuff. I'll show you where everything is tomorrow, okay?"

"S-Sure. G-Good night."

"Good night Toni~" She pecked his cheek. Not in the 'I-like-you'-way, but as a goodnight greeting. This was common where she was from. As she walked away, Antonio blushed brightly, going into his room a bit love-struck.

Lovino had been listening to those two quietly, opening his door a little bit, only to see the kiss on Toni's cheek. He felt his cheeks burn red, not from embarrassment, but from anger and jealousy. "..." he shut the door slowly, and let out a small puff of air after holding his breath for quite long. "...I knew it, he likes women..." Lovino hissed all by himself as he threw himself onto the bed, his face against the pillow as he let out a quiet groan.

He should've known… Fuck. Why did he even bother to think he had a chance with someone..? Tsk. Lovino felt tears running down his cheeks. He was such an idiot… Of course Antonio wasn't gay... What was he thinking? Nobody wanted him anyway…

Lovino curled up on the bed. Fuck. Fuckity-fuck. Stupid. Stupid feelings, stupid Ambrosia, stupid Antonio... Stupid him... "...fuck this..." Lovino grumbled, crawling under the blankets. He needed to sleep. To think this through. He closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

The next couple of days, Antonio, Feliciano and Lovino helped the little family on the farm. Ambrosia had shown them around, and gave them little chores to do, like feeding the chickens and milking the cows. The two horses had become part of the farm as well, helping them with heavy labour.

The male horse was the only one sharing Lovino's grudge with Ambrosia, nearly hitting her in the head when she tried to pet him. The woman had just laughed it off, though she stayed away from the horse from then on. The horse had gotten the name Romano, while the female horse was named Felicia.

Antonio often chatted with Ambrosia, joking while harvesting plants and laughing when she made a joke as well. Feliciano saw how much Lovino started to despise the woman, how he was always even more grumpy than usual around her. The younger Italian tried to cheer him up, but of course it did not work.

But… Still... Lovino helped with the chores, just as a way of thanks, together with Feliciano. At the moment, he was washing clothing in an old bathtub. The older Italian was scrubbing in a daze, not paying much attention to the chore. He was thinking. Of what you may ask?

Who do you think?

Lovino sighed softly. Antonio had just been paying attention to Ambrosia so much. He obviously liked her. Not him. Lovino frowned, and blindly grabbed another piece of clothing from the pile to scrub it.

"Fratello, watch out-!"

Feli's warning came too late as a faint ripping noise was heard. Lovino hadn't seen that one of Antonio's shirts was hooked on something, making the Italian nearly rip it in half accidently. Great.

"…fucking hell... I'll go fix this." Lovino swore, getting up to go to his room to get the sewing kit. Yes, he could sew, so what?! It's fucking manly to be able to do those kinds of things! Anyway…

Lovino got to his room and grabbed the sewing kit. He sat down on his bed and tried to sew the rip closed, only to see that it didn't really work out. The fabric was worn out, maybe that's what caused it to rip. "…che palle.." Lovino grumbled, pulling the thread out. He completely ripped the shirt in half, since he wouldn't bother to fix it anymore, and dropped the fabric on his pillow.

After he finished his chores, Lovino went back to his room to take a nap. He flopped down onto the bed, the fabric of Antonio's ripped shirt bouncing up and landing on his face. The Italian grunted, but froze as the fabric's smell hit his nose. It was…

'What the hell am I thinking?!'

Lovino shoved the fabric off his face. A part of his brain whined, like a kid who's favourite toy was taken away. The Italian grabbed the piece of fabric again and sighed.

'….what the hell..'

Lovino curled up on his bed. This was.. Ridiculous. Why was he holding this piece of fabric so tightly to his chest? Maybe because it smelled like Antonio..?

"Mio dio, I'm such a fucking perv.." Lovino swore, but he couldn't help but to smell the fabric again. Warm, sweet and musky scent hit his nose, making him shiver. Why did that bastard smell so nice? It should be against the law to smell this good..

The Italian sighed, closing his eyes. The scent was so relaxing too, it made him feel safe. It did however not help with his feelings. Antonio obviously liked Ambrosia... But maybe... Lovino could pretend Antonio was here now. Hugging him.

Lovino cuddled with his pillow, letting the Spaniard's scent just hit his nose the whole time. And with his eyes closed, his imagination could run wild. The door was closed, it was siesta time, nobody would bother him... or see what he was gonna do.

Lovino felt slightly ashamed, but at the same time... He wanted to continue. In your imagination you can do anything. Even be touched by the one you want.

His hand trailed down to his groin, while his eyes stayed closed. He imagined it was Antonio's strong hand going down there, not his own slender hand.

Slowly, he inserted his hand into his pants and into his boxers, feeling his member slightly awakening. Lovino shuddered, following his imagination's directions. Gently tracing his fingers down from his balls, all the way to the tip. A soft moan escaped his lips. The scent of the piece of fabric excited him more.

"..Hng... T-Toni..." Lovino whispered into the pillow, beginning to move his hand up and down along his member, imaging Antonio doing that to him. Up and down, up and down, teasing the tip…

"...nnngh...~ f-fuck..."

Had jerking off by himself ever felt this good? Lovino didn't know, but didn't care. He just kept imaging, seeing Antonio smile lovingly at him in his mind, moving his tanned hand up and down…

"..Nngh-hnng...~"

Now he was imaging Antonio running a hand through his auburn hair, giving his curl a soft tug.

"F-Fuck...!~" Lovino muffled the sound in the pillow, releasing the curl quickly. Shit... That was maybe a bit too much. He moved his hand along his member a bit faster.

Or, as his mind said, "Antonio" moved his hand faster.

Lovino hid his face in the pillow (Antonio's chest), clutching the sheets (Antonio's arm) tightly as he felt himself coming closer to release.

"T-Toni...~ Ant-tonio...~ Ah...~ f-fuck...~"

Lovino grit his teeth, the pleasure making his mind nearly go blank. It wouldn't be long anymore-

"An... Antoni... Ooooh..!~"

Splurt.

Lovino moaned into the pillow, trying to keep his voice as muffled as possible. When his breathing returned, Lovino sat up, looking down at his mattress.

Now how was he gonna explain that..?

He grabbed one of his dirty shirts and wiped the white fluid away.

"..Shit..."

Lovino breathed out heavily, running a hand down his face. Now this made it official. There was no way he wasn't in love with the Spaniard…