Lovino paced the floor in his bedroom as he thought about what he had been informed of. Belgium wanted to claim him when Antonio died? Why the fuck was she so sure that he was going to die? Did Antonio want to die? Surely not, the two of them had been in a heated argument over Lovino. Antonio wasn't one to give up on Lovi so easily.

Continuing to pace back and forth across the floor, Lovino thought harder, his hands balled up into fists. He finally had to shove them into his pockets. Why would Alice want to claim him? That was the thing that didn't make sense. Sure, she was pretty, but Lovino didn't have feelings like that towards her. No, he held them for someone else... Some bastard.

Slamming his fist into the drywall, Lovino circled around, sliding down to the floor, trying to think. Damn it. Damn it all. There had to be something he could do for himself! Wasn't there anything at all? Or was he too weak to fight on his own? He wasn't going to hit a girl, so he was kind of screwed in that department. Antonio was always the one to save him anyways...

Speaking of Antonio, the Spaniard ran around the corner, wondering what the ruckus was that Lovi had caused. Lovino only waved him away, going back to plotting out ideas in his head.

"Lovi...Are you worried?"

Antonio walked over and sat on the floor in front of the Italian, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly, crossing his legs. He didn't get a reply back, but Antonio was okay with that. He didn't mind doing all the talking, especially when Lovino needed someone to cheer him up.

"I won't die. I'll come back to you."

Finally, Lovino spoke back, though, he couldn't help but yell at Antonio, "Idiota! If you go into this'a war, you're going to die." It was as simple as that. Antonio had nothing on his side, how did he honestly expect to win? He only wanted to give Lovino some reassurance. Well, it wasn't working. Lovino was pretty stubborn and set in his own ways when it came to stuff like this..Well, stuff like fighting.

"Romaaaa..." Antonio whined, but he knew that Lovi was right. There was no way that he could march into this war without anything and expect to win. But if he chickened out now, he would never hear the end of it...Not to mention, he would lose pretty much anything he had left.

Hearing a knock on the door, both boy's perked up, Antonio helping Lovino stand so they could get the door together. Standing outside was the Netherlands, looking more or less displeased than he usually was.

And of course, the busty blonde was right behind him.

"Hiiii Lovi~" She cooed, trying to push past Antonio, but the Spaniard put out his arm, not allowing her to enter his home. Though, he got a rough shove from the Netherlands, who didn't seem too enthusiastic to be at Antonio's house.

Alice managed to get inside, throwing her arms around Lovino's neck, causing his face to go bright red. What else could he do?! Again, that was the question. He refused to push her off, or say vulgar things to her...After all, she was a pretty woman!

Antonio made a grab for Belgium, but instead received a swift punch to the face, knocking him to the ground. That was it. A fuse lit inside Lovino and he quickly moved Alice off of him, diving down to the floor to make sure that Antonio was okay. Thankfully, the man seemed to be doing alright...He was strong-willed.

"Idiota! You could have'a broken his jaw! Bastard!" He hissed, leaping towards the Netherlands only Antonio wrapped his arms around Lovino's waist, holding him back. Lovino's arms waved frantically as he tried to scratch out the assholes eyes, growling when he realized that he wouldn't be able to do anything to him.

Sitting down on the side of Antonio's leg, since Antonio still had ahold of him, Lovino settled down, blocking Antonio from the view of the Netherlands. If he could, Lovino would have tackled the man to the ground to beat the shit out of him...But he had to control himself.

With that, Belgium leaned down beside Antonio's ear, whispering a couple of incoherent words to him before skipping over to her brother and retreating from the house.

Lovino glanced to Antonio, who held a terrified look on his face. Whatever Alice said to him had really gotten to him...He was as pale as a ghost...

But almost as quickly as he had changed colors, Antonio returned to normal, replacing the straight line on his mouth with a smile, even though he winced from the pain of the punch to his cheek.

And things went back to normal...For the moment.

**So, I am really liking where this is headed. I am hoping I can drag it out for two or three more Chapters. I have an idea of where it is going to go...Any suggestions on what you guys think should happen?