Well, here's chapter two. Enjoy! The final chapter will be up soon!=)

Lovino.. Antonio thought to himself, once again remembering the Italian boy he had the pleasure of meeting not too long ago. After their brief introduction, the brunette had scurried away, much to the spaniard's disappointment. He said something about a pizza turning cold, but Antonio wasn't listening. Even now, three weeks later, all he could think about was the look on the boy's face when their hands had met. How his curl bounced elegantly when he turned his head and his bright eyes shined, though he looked away. How his small feet shuffled while he lifted a delicate hand and tried to hide the deep blush that bloomed on his scowling face. Mi tomate pequeño..

Antonio smiled to himself and leaned back in his office chair. Since that day, things had been pretty normal. He and his friends continued with their daily routine of going to work in the morning and hanging out in the afternoon. However, when he was at work, or even with his friends, he was distracted. He wished he could see the tomato boy again. He wanted to get to know him; To be around him; To spend time with him, talking and eating ice cream and hugging..

And kissing.. He thought. Antonio liked that idea and decided he wanted it to come true. "One day you'll be mine, mi tomate poquito." He said, though Lovino was not around to hear. "Just you wait.."

"Oi! Tonio! listen to me when I'm talking, you asshole!" Antonio didn't respond. He sat wordlessly on the couch in their little living room with a thoughtful expression on his face. Pouting, Gilbert poked his distracted friend in the cheek. Toni blinked a few times and came back to reality before facing the albino hovering over him. "How un-awesome, Toni!" Gilbert said sounding annoyed. "Did you even hear what I said? Imagine Dragons is coming here in two weeks! And we still haven't ordered our tickets!" Gilbert cried out hysterically.

"Oui, Antonio! Listen to the man! If we're not at that concert we'll be the laughing stalk of the century!" Dramatically, Francis brought the back of his hand to his forehead. "How could we even call ourselves true fans? Oh, I feel faint just thinking about it!" Gilbert ran to his side as he pretended to faint, catching him in midair and lying him gently on the floor.

"Stay with us, Francis!" Gilbert exclaimed, fanning the blonde with a comic book he'd been reading before the subject of the concert came up. Still fanning, he turned his head to speak to Antonio. "See what you've done Toni? Now because of you, Francey-pants is dead!"

"Lo siento, mucho. I didn't mean to kill you, Francis." He responded. He felt a little bit guilty, but he knew his friends were being overdramatic. "I've just been sort of distracted lately."

"Distracted?" Francis questioned, opening his eyes to exchange a knowing look with Gil. "By what?" He suddenly sat upright, knocking Gilbert over on top of the bird that was resting on his master's shoulder.

"You hurt my poor little Gilbird, douchebag!"

"Sorry, Gilbird." Francis said, apologizing to the little chick before directing his attention back to their Spanish friend. "What were you saying?"

Hesitantly, Spain began to explain himself. "Well, you remember that restaurant we visited a while back? The one Gil recommended?"

"Uh-huh.." Francis encouraged him to continue, trying to hide a smile.

"Well I can't stop thinking about that little Lovino boy.." Antonio's eyes sparkled and a dreamy look appeared on his face. All previous hesitance vanished as he swooned. "He was such a cutie! Did you see the way he pouted whenever anyone said anything? Adorable! And when his face turned red because I shook his hand, he looked just like a tomato!" Lost in this memory, Antonio continued to blabber about the man, paying no attention to his friends who were now whispering amongst each other.

"Did you hear that, Gilbert?" Francis said, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, I heard it alright." The pale albino replied. "Damn, this isn't how it was supposed to be! He was just supposed to go back to normal, but now he's too lovesick to pay attention to us!" Gil brought a hand to his chin thoughtfully.

"...Oh, I wish I could see him again! It would be so wonderful to..." Antonio ramble on.

"Hear that? He wants to see Lovino again! I bet if he saw him a second time he'd get over this lovesick-puppy thing and be back to normal in no time!" Gilbert whispered.

"Ah..perhaps that is true.. but I don't think that is going to work.. Remember? Monsieur Roma?" Said Francis, remembering how the older man had kicked them out when he learned they'd all forgotten their wallets. He was already unhappy about the shameless stares and cheesy one-liners Francis and Gilbert had uttered whenever Feliciano came near, so he wasn't quite feeling hospitable enough to offer them a meal on the house.

"Oh yeah." Gilbert muttered looking defeated. "Ugh! What did he expect? He said himself his grandson was adorable!" Suddenly his eyes lit up as he hatched a new plan. "I got it, France's-pants! I know what we'll do!" He lifted himself off of the floor and approached his chattering friend. "Oi, Toni! You wanna see Lovino again, right?"

This got Antonio's attention immediately. "Sí, Gilbert! I wish more than anything that I could see my little Lovi again! But.." His face fell as he continued, "Señor Roma banned us from the restaurant, remember?"

Gilbert cackled boisterously. "Kesesese! No worries! The awesome me has come up with a plan! Gentleman," he addressed Francis and Antonio. "We're going to order a pizza!" Gilbert's eyes glowed triumphantly and Francis smiled brightly, understanding his friend's idea. Antonio, however, still looked confused.

"Order a pizza..? Why would that.." Suddenly his eyes widened as the realization hit. It was then that he vaguely remembered what Lovino said before his abrupt departure. He told them he had to deliver a pizza before it got cold! "Aye Dios mio.." Antonio breathed. "Why didn't I think of that before!?" In an instant he whipped out his phone and began typing in random numbers. It wasn't long before he realized he hadn't the slightest clue what to dial and his cheeks turned pink with embarrassment. Sheepishly, he looked up from the small screen. "Um.. Anyone know the number for Grandpa Rome's?"

That's chapter 2! The final chapter will be up soon! Reviews are welcome! Thanks for reading! Now I should probably do my homework..