Although Arthur hated the idea of having to meet Antonio for tea, he'd given his word, and he had to apologise for what he'd said before. He wasn't going to apologise to France, though because he'd meant that, but he felt it extremely rude to lump Antonio in with that frog. Even if he was annoying. His feelings on this meeting kept changing; bouncing back and forth between stances like a tennis ball. Damn, he knew he'd felt guilty, but since he was able to sit and think about it, Prussia was that Spaniard's friend. He probably thought it would be a great idea to take advantage of that guilt to help his friend take the Briton back. Arthur had no idea why but that thought hurt him more than his "I hate you" hurt Antonio. Still, it was a great plan on the Prussian's part, to replace a group meeting with everyone where Arthur may never listen to the Spaniard into a date where one, he had no choice, and two, Antonio could work his magic.

He drove up to the Spaniard's home, feeling like an idiot. That feeling increased as he knocked on the large door instead of ringing the doorbell. He knocked lightly, hoping in vain Antonio wouldn't hear it. "Arturo!" The brunet leapt on him.

Arthur struggled in the man's arms, "Dammit, Antonio! Were you standing right next to the bloody door?"

"But of course, I did not want to keep you waiting," He replied, "not after you asked me out so sweetly."

"By a text message, wanker?" Antonio wasn't bothered by the name calling whatsoever. The fact that Arthur had said he hated him no longer hurt him very much either, after all, his love had obviously (so obvious even Toni could see through it…) intended to apologise about that, and he'd asked him out so quickly, meaning he'd never meant to say anything so terrible in the first place. Antonio's Brit was so transparent, and Antonio bounces back faster than said Brit who had finally managed to throw Antonio off him.

"I must admit I would have preferred a phone call. I do love to hear your sweet voice, but it's also cute when you're acting so shy." Antonio looked at him, and smiled. He noted that Arthur still wore the cross he got him for their anniversary all those years back.

Arthur felt Antonio's eyes fall on the cross (he was still too bloody nervous to look at the Spaniard), and felt his face heating up. He cleared his throat and said, "Let's get going then?" Toni nodded and jokingly asked to drive. Arthur didn't respond until he opened the door of his DBS Coupe, "Be my guest," Causing Antonio's jaw to drop. Granted, it wasn't his precious One-77, but Arthur treasured all of his Aston Martins. It was a miracle he even chose to drive it for their date. "Come along now, before the café closes, please."

When they reached the café, Arthur let out a sigh of relief, not that Antonio was a poor driver, in fact he drove well. The problem was, it seemed that neither of them wanted to run out of things to talk about at the café, so they sat in silence. To add to the awkwardness of the situation, Antonio felt very courageous that day, and decided to hold Arthur's hand. This disturbed him because he hadn't even realised until his hand was released. He was being too careless. "I'm an idiot, aren't I?" He thought, staring at his hand, "It just happened so naturally… If I'm not careful, I'll be swept away again."

Antonio smiled as he saw Arthur staring at his hand so pensively. He felt that whatever higher beings were out there were on his smiling down on him. He held Arthur's hand the entire ride without being called names or beaten, though that may have something to do with his presence in the driver's seat. Of course, it's more likely that it was because Arthur hadn't noticed at first which meant he was just that comfortable around Antonio. He shook his head comically, most likely to clear his mind.