Antonio nervously paced outside of Lovi's shared apartment; it was silly he knew.
Lovi probably wouldn't even like it!
He tugged on a strand of hair before dropping that in favor of tugging on his close knit jeans that apparently made his ass look phenomenal based off what his two best friends had told him.
Antonio twitched at the sound of footsteps in the apartment; it was now or never.
He walked closer to the door, and knocked yet his knock sounded timid and just as nervous as he was!
A quiet voice from inside the house called for Lovino, who after some grumbling and complaints answered the door to find Antonio on the other end of it.
Antonio held out a bouquet of pink roses towards his crush; they were a beautiful in between shade of pink that almost looked too beautiful to be real.
"What the actual fuck?" Lovino held the roses cautiously in his hand as if they were to spring up and bite him.
"I saw them at the flower shop, and thought of you. I wanted to get you something nice." Antonio stumbled with his words as a blush started to show through his tan cheeks.
"Why pink?" Lovi asked.
"Oh, pink roses can mean a lot of things, but I thought that they might go along well with my confession. I love you, Lovi." Antonio explained, and finished out of the blue with the last sentence.
"What the fuck." The roses slipped out of Lovi's stunned hands, and clattered with out a sound on the cold ground.
"Lovi." Tears pricked at the Spaniard's eyes, and he fled as his heart seemed to break; Lovi didn't like him?
"W-w-wait." Lovino spoke up too late, and he bent down to pick up the pink roses as his cheeks hit a darker, more red hue than the delicate flowers that he held.
"Who got you the flowers?" Arthur asked as he half-layed on the couch as he read a novel that was most definately British.
Lovino couldn't speak; he was stunned, somewhat guilty feeling, and enraged.
The South Italian's mind spun in utter confusion; what had just happened?
"Antonio did. Where is he now?" Matthew asked as he entered the room, and set a tea cup down in front of Arthur as he enjoyed a glass as well.
"He left." Lovi's voice sounded devastated and heartbroken.
"Chase him." Mattie murmured, and it seemed almost like no one had heard him except for the shift in expression housed in Lovino's eyes, and Arthur's shift in position on the couch; his eyes seemed to wonder why his friends had both fallen for nudists as well as why would they be interested in the frog nudist's friends while Lovi's eyes expressed hopelessness and seemed rather defensive.
"He didn't like the roses, and your advice didn't work." Antonio moaned as he took another long sip from may be the third bottle of wine that they had split; Francis had had two glasses while Gil refused any, and Antonio had been drinking the rest.
"What kind of rose did you get him?" Francis seemed interested in this.
"Pink." Antonio mumbled; why did it matter when Lovi seemed to hate him anyway as the small Italian certainly didn't love him?
"Why not red?" Red was generally used to show a romantic kind of love while pink could depict anything from friendship to romance which was why Francis was curious.
"It just seemed right." Antonio answered, and he almost sounded like his normal, cheery self.
"Why don't you simply move on? The Italian might not be even worth it." Gilbert spoke up.
"Gil!" Francis whined while Antonio burst in to a waterfall of tears.
"Sorry." Gilbert murmured as he noticed how broke Antonio looked; he patted his back awkwardly while Francis swooped Antonio up in his arms to comfort him with a friendly hug.
"Antonio, just give him time. Before you know it, he'll love you. After all, Matthieu got Gil in the end." Francis easily announced almost flamboyantly as he comforted his Spanish friend.
"What if he never likes me? He doesn't like the fact that I'm a nudist." Antonio yelped.
"He'll get over it. He was blinded by your good looks." Francis tacked on helpfully at the end.
"Will he really like me?" Antonio seemed hopeful while also managing to seem doubtful as his emotions swirled in confusing arrays inside of him.
"Oui." Francis nudged Gilbert as Antonio looked at the albino.
"Ja." Gilbert muttered at both of his friends' insistences.
Antonio was at least a little bit calmer after that.