A/N: Merry Christmas! Here's another chapter for you guys. ;3 BTW I brought in Seborga! Yaay~!

I DO NOT own Hetalia. It belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.

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That hug was... Sweet. And a bit warm. I loved that hug from Lovi, even if he half-heartedly hugged me back. It was a start, right?

He was out the door and getting into his... Well, my car to go shopping with Feli. Brotherly love~. Perfect, he would be gone long enough for me to call Francis and Gilbert to talk about my confession problem. What? You don't really know about my confession problem? Well, you know how I said I love Lovi and how cute he is, right? Well... I told him how cute he was, but... I never told him that I loved him. I was... Erm, afraid, I guess? Afraid that he would never talk to me again and move back home to Italy, all alone because Feliciano is living with Ludwig and Gilbert. The Mafia could just... Um... Kill him or something! For no reason!

Okay yeah... Calling Francis and Gilbert...

I dialed Francis' number which was really long... Like, 5647238282828999? I don't know. Please don't dial that number, it would be a very bad idea.

"Bonjour?" Francis answered.

"Hola Francis! Is Gilbert with you?"

"Oui, he is," Francis answered.

"Bueno! Can you two come over?" I asked feeling very excited.

"Sure, be over in a minute~," he replied. He said something to Gilbert, and we hung up.

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He hugged me. He fucking hugged me. And I hugged him back! Dammit! What the fuck is wrong with me?

...Maybe I have some sort of... Feelings for that bastard...

N-NO! Don't even think those kinds of thoughts Lovino! They're not healthy!

Well, anyways, the drive to the store didn't take long, since Antonio's house is quite close to the store. But along the way, some shithead was being an asshole and he would slow down and when I was about to crash into him he sped up, but then slowed down again. I was so fucking angry, I wanted to send the whole fucking Mafia after him! Eventually I sped up and nudged his bumper a little, honked him out, and then passed him. Dick.

So then I arrived at the grocery store. I saw Feliciano waiting for me in the front talking to someone a bit shorter than him, with a Vargas curl... Was that Marcello?

...That was fucking Marcello.

I ran up to the front where Feliciano and fucking Marcello were. One younger brother to shop with was enough.

"Vee~! Fratello!" Feliciano called and Marcello turned with a big smile.

"Fucking... Why the fuck is Marcello here?" I asked, a little out of breath from the run. "I thought he left with that brat from England?"

"Awh, fratello, he's not a brat~!" Marcello countered, his smile soon coming back up. "I came to visit! I wanted it to be a surprise for you!"

"Vee~ when he came to the door, I was so surprised! I hugged him and cried but then made some pasta for him!" Feliciano said clapping his hands. "Speaking of hugs..."

Ow FUCK! He fucking tackled me! That wasn't a fucking hug, dammit! Marcello soon followed and I was pushed onto the ground with two little motherfuckers nuzzling my cheek and hair. Some Spaniards were fucking looking at us with that stupid grin on all of their faces. Fuck them!

"Okay vee~!" Feliciano finally let go. "Let's do some shopping then~!" Marcello and Feliciano cheered and pulled me into the grocery store. This is going to be a fucking long day...

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Soon Francis and Gilbert arrived at my door, not even knocking, since they knew I was going to be sitting in my living room watching a cartoon. It still would be nice to hear a warning knock before the door was blasted down by a Frenchman and an "awesome" albino.

"Bonjour, we are here~!" Francis said triumphantly.

"Kesesese, the awesome me is here!" Gilbert said and sunk his backside into the cushion next to me, Francis following. I turned off the cartoon and turned to them.

"So um... I know I can trust you guys, so..." I started awkwardly. "I need to, um... Talk to you about something..."

"Little guy not good in bed?" Gilbert's scratchy voice asked and I looked at him wide eyed, a light blush working it's way across my cheeks.

"N-no nothing like that! I um... I guess I'm... Well, afraid of something..." I said and looked into Gilbert's red eyes thoughtfully.

"Is Natalya locating Ivan with the stalking devices under your bed again?" Francis asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, I think she is, but that's not what I wanted to talk about," I told them and peeked down the hallway.

"On with it then! Mattie and I have something to do," Gilbert said.

"I still have Heracles and Kiku to film," Francis said and positioned himself better on the couch.

How was I going to say this? "I don't know how or when to tell Lovino that I love him," It all came out so jumbled that they had to take a while for it to register in their minds. Gilbert and Francis stared at me for a little while, while I was playing with my fingers and was biting my lip. Francis chuckled a little.

"Tsk, Antonio," he said, while leaning forward to see me better past Gilbert. "You have asked the right person. All you have to do, mon ami, is take him out for lunch or dinner, not as a date of course, because he would reject that, and when you two are eating, tell him to look at you while you are saying it, and just tell him~. In your language, his language, or in English. Simple as that."

"B-but what if I get rejected and he doesn't just shrug it off? I mean, I expect him to swear at me, but what if he moves out? What if he...!" I was near hypervenilation when Gilbert stopped me.

"Dude, calm down! I'm pretty sure he won't move away JUST because you confessed your feelings! He has mentioned before, to his brother or something, that he needs you there to protect him or something like that." Gilbert assured me and calmed my breathing with a few rubs on my back.

"Oui, and I've noticed he takes positive situations better when he's eating, so it couldn't be that bad," Francis said and smiled while rubbing my knee. It was the closest thing he could reach.

"Okay, gracias guys... I'll try it," I said with my trademark, that's right, trademark, smile returning to my face. I bid them farewell and was anxious for Lovi to come home. There was a restaurant that Lovi really liked to go to, so I would just take him there. It couldn't go bad. It couldn't.

...Could it?