Had anyone told me, ten years earlier, that I would be dating Lovino Vargas, the biggest freak of of our junior high, I would probably have laughed and told them how disgusting that thought was (I was only 14).

Yet here we were anyway.

SLAP!

Had anyone told me seven years ago (around the time I fell in love with Lovino), that I would slap him, I would have laughed and told them that they just didn't ship our pairing like I did.

Yet here we were.

"I'M SO SICK OF YOUR ATTITUDE!" I yelled in fury. "YOU'RE ALWAYS PUSHING ME AROUND!"

"THEN WHY DON'T YOU GO OFF DRINKING WITH YOUR FUCKING PERVERTERAD FRIENDS!?"

Had Lovino told me five years ago (by then we had a solid relationship) that he would openly display jealousy over Francis and Gilbert, I would have taken him right there and then.

Yet here we were.

"JUST THE TYPICAL LOVINO." I said mockingly. "ALWAYS SOMETHING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT! IT'S LIKE YOU'RE NEVER PLEASED! IT'S MY FRIENDS, IT'S MY FOOD, IT'S MY CLEANING! WHAT THE HELL KIND OF RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO COMPLAIN? YOU CAN'T EVEN OPEN THE CLEANING CABIN WITHOUT DESTROYING SOMETHING!"

If anyone had told me, three years ago, that I would ever be insulting my Lovi, I would have laughed and told them that there was nothing about Lovi I could possibly insult.

Yet here we were.

"MAYBE IF YOU DIDN'T ALWAYS DOTE ON ME, I'D HAVE A CHANCE TO LEARN!" Lovino yelled.

"YOU COULD HAVE LEARNED ANYTIME!" I growled. "BUT INSTEAD YOU SIT DOWN ON YOUR LAZY ASS AND ORDER ME AROUND, EXPECTING ME TO COME SAVE YOU EVERY TIME YOU GOT YOUR SORRY ASS IN TROUBLE!"

If anyone had told me, a year ago, that I would ever complain over something trival as Lovino being a little demanding, I would have laughed, and told them that they clearly didn't know me, and that I would do anything as long as Lovino is happy.

Yet here we were.

"I NEVER FUCKING ASKED YOU TO STICK AROUND!"

"GREAT I NEVER WANTED TO STAY EITHER!"

Had anyone told me, a month ago, that the next few words would ever leave my mouth when talking to Lovi, I would have laughed, and reminded them of how much I love my Lovi.

Yet here we were.

"DIOS MIO, LOVINO! I HATE YOU!" the words flooded out of my mouth before I could think. "SOMETIMES I THINK IT'D BE BETTER IF YOU'D JUST DIED THAT TIME ON THE ROOF!"

If anyone, just anyone, had told me the outcome of those awful words, or if anyone had taken the time to show me the hurt look in Lovino's eyes, all anger would have faded right away, and I would have embraced him, telling him over and over again how much I loved him.

But there's the problem. There was no one there to tell me what an idiot I was for saying those words. It was just me and Lovino, and within seconds, it was just me, and at the moment, unknowing of what would be happening later that day, I couldn't have been happier.

"Drink up, man!" Gilbert said, raising his beer in the air. "Feliciano is getting married!"

"Oui." Francis agreed, sipping his wine. "This is the time for celebration."

"Don't talk about stupid things like love." I muttered and stared at my fifth drink.

"Mon ami, what's wrong with you?" Francis asked, putting his glass aside. "You were all happy when we were at Feliciano's and Ludwig's place."

"Lovino and I had a fight." I admitted, crunching my nose at the bare name.

"Now, now, Antonie." Francis said, patting my back sympathetically. "It can't be that bad. I'll call him right away and explain that it's all a mistake."

Before I could stop him Francis reached for his phone in his pocket.

"Oh dear, I must have forgotten my phone at the party." he said with a sigh.

"It doesn't matter." I said before he could come up with another bright idea. "I said I hated him."

Francis gasped, and ever Gilbert seemed shocked.

"It's cool." Gilbert said. "Just apologize when you come home and have sex and it's all good."

"I have no intention of apologizing!" I hissed. "He's the one who should be apologizing."

"Mon ami..."

Francis was cut short when my phone started to vibrate. I took it out but frowned and put it back when I saw it was only Lovino.

"You're really not going to answer?" Gilbert asked. "I'm all for you being single, but you really liked that angry little dog, why do you throw that away."

"It's not like we're breaking up for good." I reminded. "We're just separating until he realizes he needs me and comes back to me."

"And are you sure that is what will happen?" Francis asked skeptically, only to be cut off by my phone again.

"Geez, I'll just turn it off." I sighed, and did just that. "Either way, I know Lovi. He needs me, he'll be back tomorrow."

"I really don't aprove of your methods, but have it your way." Francis sighed, luckily letting the subject go for now.

Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong.

I heaved myself off my couch and walked slowly to the door,

"About time he comes back." I muttered to myself. "I was expecting him yesterday."

To my surprise, I found it to be Francis and Gilbert, holding bear and a bottle of wine in their hands.

"How are you feeling?" Francis asked, surprisingly pulling me in for a hug.

"Fine, why wouldn't I be?" I asked, letting both in.

"You know, with Lovino and all." Gilbert said, patting me on the back as he stepped inside. "And then you didn't answer the phone so..."

"Oh that's right." I said laughing a little. "I forgot to turn it on again!"

I facepalmed at my own forgetfulness. It'd been two days since the fight which ment people probably tried to get in contact with me all day yesterday.

"Are you still angry with Lovino?" Francis asked, sadness and sympathy in his voice.

"Well it was his fault." I reminded, feeling annoyed at how they kept expecting me to apologize first. "Why do you bring that up?"

"Erm..." Francis coughed awkwardly. "Don't you think it's about time you stop being angry with him? You don't want him in more pain after... what happened, do you?"

I gave it a thought and frowned a little at Francis' odd choice of words.

"I guess you're right." I said with a shrug and took out my phone, ignoring the texts that kept rolling in. "I'll call him right away."

To my surprise, as I was about to dial Lovi's number (which I knew by heart) Gilbert placed a hand on my wrist and took the phone away from me with a pained expression.

"Amigo, what are you doing?" I asked.

"You really don't know, do you?" Gilbert asked, and it almost sounded like his voice was cracking.

"Know what?"

Gilbert and Francis exchanged wary looks before Gilbert continued as a few tears could be seen in the corner of Francis' eyes (something I'd not seen since Jean died).

"Lovino..." Gilbert said, placing his hands on mine.

I frowned, searching his face for any clue of what Lovino had to do with anything. Gilbert sighed and squeezed my hands tighter.

"Toni." I said softly and with such care that you would never have thought would come from him. "Lovino is dead."