Well, I'm sorry to my audience. I was supposed to update two days ago, but I had last minute projects to do and stuff. Ahaha~ Yes, I'm a procrastinator.

And, I went to go see Thor which only distracted me more, and I couldn't just seem to write the last part of this chapter well. No matter how many hours I rack my brain for fluffiness.

I don't think I'll ever be able to write it well, yet. Maybe after much experience, I will. :3

So, this is the last chapter, because it's killing me to do my homework and coming up with ideas for this story.

I was writing most of this, while listening to Portal songs, actually the turret opera. Y'know why? Because it's in Italian~! Thought it would give me some inspiration. Oh, and I recommend to play Portal 1&2. And go see Thor, my audience! Yes, I'm a girl who plays video games and watching comic-based movies and think they're cool~ I'm a nerd. Too much ranting, let's get on with the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. Just my bad writing. That I hope will get better.
I won't have to type that for a while. Maybe I'll write a PruHun fanfic next, whad'ya think?

Bounanotte, amore mio.

Quattro.

I don't think my definition of a date is exactly the same as Antonio's. Dinner was pretty much filled with pure talk of his newly owned business. To be honest, it was a little interesting (and totally not angry that we weren't on a real date. Pffffffffft. Not at all!) And we steered clear about reminiscing about our teenage days since it just links to the painful memory of a still lying, no breathing, closed eyes, and pale white skin that show no signs of life. The body of an old woman that was practically like my own grandmother, Nonna Carriedo. Dear god, I can just picture the horrific sight of her. Wait, hold on, something isn't right.

"If Nonna Carriedo liked me so much and stuff, and you knew I didn't hate the old lady, WHY AM I BARELY HEARING OF THIS NOW? WHY DIDN'T YOU EVER TELL ME SHE WAS DEAD!" Those damned tears were coming back. I knew I'd start sobbing at some point tonight! You just have to calm down, Lovino. People are staring. "Why wasn't I invited to the funeral? I bet it was here in Italy, the crazy woman was always in love with my country! Huh? WHY... was all this kept from me?" The last part of the sentence was barely audible to the human ear. I can't even speak properly with all the painful sobs becoming to much for me. So much for calming down. I had to cover my face so people couldn't see how shameful I felt, more people were slowly turning their heads to our table and watching us out of the corner of their eyes. It was too much to bear! So, why not just put your head down, Lovino? Yeah, that's a great idea.

Someone touched my hair and a familiar voice spoke. "This is exactly why I didn't tell you, Lovi." He took my face in both of his hands, but one quickly pulled back. The other lingered on my right cheek. "I know you get really touchy when it comes to people your fond of." He started stroking my cheek. A-and I did not blush and lean into his touch! Hahaha, pfffffffft oh whatever!

I did close my eyes when he was trying to wipe away the salty tears. But his attempt to stop the flow of water from my eyes didn't work. The tears kept running down my cheeks.

"C-can we a-at least g-go see her? Where is she even buried? I-I should at least g-go pa-pay my respect." The tears were finally drying up, but the hitched breathe was still there.

"She's in Nice, not much of a drive... 20 minutes. I was actually there myself yesterday." His voice was very... sad... and- are people still looking at us? What's wrong with two people showing sympathy for each other! Sheesh! The realization only made me blush, d-dammit. I was so self-conscious that I almost shout of 'Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer, bitches!' But I controlled myself. The break down sucked most of my energy out anyways, and it didn't help that I'm barely running on a few hours of sleep.

Well, dinner went pretty fast after that. I mean, we just ate and Antonio quickly paid so we could walk (practically run) to the car to drive off to the cemetery.

Let me tell you a little something about a cemetery, at night. It's a little scary to be walking through this place and, I swear, I thought fucking zombies would come out or shit like that... It gave me a shiver down my spine just thinking about that. Pfffffffft. Am I listening to myself? I am not scared shit like a little girl! Hah! And the only reason I'm holding Antonio's hand was because he must have been freaked out of his little air-head mind. A-and not because I was scared. He was the one scared, so I had to protect him from fucking zombies because I'm the fearless one here! Hmph!

I think I was holding his hand so tightly that his circulation must have been cut off. Whoops. Serves the bastard. Slowly, I loosened my grip, but Antonio tightened his. Huh? Is this bastard really scared? Hahaha! He looked back at me, and gave me a worried glace. "What?" I think I said that with a little too much venom than I intended.

"Uhm, Lovi. You look white as a sheet." Fuck. So, he did that circular motion on my palm with his thumb so I would calm down, and it actually kind of work. My muscles relaxed with the familiar touch. Y'know, Antonio used to do that a lot, when I was in Spain, when I would be under great deals of stress from school. There would be days I wanted to pull my hair out.

My head must have been somewhere else other than here for a long time, because the next thing I knew Antonio was calling my name repeatedly and touched my arm when I didn't respond. We were already standing in front of her grave. I was expecting something a little more, I dunno, bigger... louder? something that would look like a freaking landmark? But, nope. It was just a simple tombstone with the word imprinted in large font: Carmen Carriedo.

Today was just a tear-filled day, wasn't it? The next thing right after staring at the damn stone for a few seconds I fell to my knees and cried, with water dripping from my face and falling in drops on the grass in front of the tombstone. After a few minutes, Antonio rubbed my back, and helped me up, 'cause my damn suit was filthy already. Dammit. My knuckles were turning white, I was gripping them so tightly, and the thorns of the rose (I had picked it before coming into the cemetery) in my hand were digging into my skin and I could feel the many pricks making cuts into my palm. Antonio must have noticed because fingers were trying to pry my own open. He took the damn thing away from me, but I could care less. All I saw was the bloody hand through glassy eyes, and thoughts of Nonna lying dead. A cold, and still body. I must have started crying harder, or the Spanish bastard got scared, but all I knew was that I was in the arms of the person beside me. I pressed my face into his chest and stained his shirt with salt water. It was a nice shirt while it lasted. So here we are, wrapped around each other. Hugging and whatnot. And I'm still crying, dammit.

"This proves my point." He muffled into my hair. I could hear his voice: sad, a little hoarse, but definitely there was discontent. Man, even after for years, this man knows me better than well, me. And fine! I'll admit I can be a huge baby when it came to people I... love. Yep, I finally said it. I can love people too, dammit! And it's the word I feel for the Carriedos. Especially the youngest one... more specifically the one closest to me... actually holding my close this very moment. Well, what a spectacular day for my cheeks to be burning like hell for no fucking excuse. Shit. Antonio must of felt the sudden temperature change because he pulled back.

He wasn't just wearing a faint pinky blush, oh no he had a full on red-faced blush (even if that was possible on his perfectly tanned skin). Hah! I didn't even do anything and he's the one blushing so deeply for once! Wait, did I do that to the bastard? Or maybe it was just the blush you get when you start crying. Or is that just me? Or, maybe. Just maybe, it's that... how can I put this? Oh, right. He loves me? Hah, right. My cheeks wanted to just burn harder at the thought, and no matter how much I protested to think about that word, my face was overpowered by a deep red. Geez, sometimes I just downright hate fucking blushing. The Spaniard's face softened (at my deep blush? That doesn't even make sense..) and grabbed my chin to lean our faces very, and I mean very close together. My eyes widened as his lips were about to brush mine. But he hesitated a few seconds, only to say "Abuela me dijo todo." And quickly closed the distance before I could say anything. That old lady told him everything? Spilled her secrets until her last breathe? Huh. I closed my eyes and mentally thanked her, 'Gracias por todo, querida abuela.' It's only proper to have my thoughts in Spanish is remembrance of her. A-and maybe because there's a hot Spanish bastard right on my lips.

On my lips? Ohmyfuckinggod- he's kissing me! Why the hell am I such a space-case that I barely become conscious of this! And why is he kissing me? I-it's not like I hate it! Well, actually it's a little relieving he's finally made that move on me- A-and you better not share this information with ANYONE! Oh whatthehell, just be truthful with yourself, Lovino! I love Antonio, there! I said it! Fuck. Anyways, why don't I just start thinking more about that kiss the sexy Spaniard planted on my lips? It's such a shock that I can't even keep my head in reality. Damn. But back to those lips. The soft, warm lips that felt so right against mine. I finally lost myself in this kiss and my thoughts were clouded.

It wasn't long until we had to break up the kiss and I was not that mad that we're finished with it. And I was kind of getting paranoid that we were in a cemetery, at night, with no one around, and anything could happen to us out here. That's it! "Uhm, Antonio.." I looked down and the grass 'cause I just couldn't look him in the face without looking like a freaked out lunatic. "Maybe it's time we go."

He looked around and his eyes widened, probably because he's scared we're the only ones there. "Oh, yeah~." And shot me a heart-warming smile while handing me the rose. I did blush a little while taking the rose. And turned back to the grave and placed the rose standing up against the tombstone, and before leaving I looked at it and said, "Bounanotte, cara."

I grabbed Antonio's hand and walked back to the car. I practically ran, n-not because I was so freaked out! I'm totally not a sissy! But, because... because I wanted to go home and get some shut eye already. I'm so damn tired.

On the way home I almost fell asleep in the (not really that comfortable) chair. I mean the inside of this freaking marvelous Ferrari 458 looked nice, but you know what they say. Beauty hurts, literally. Today was just a tiring day. Funny how all of this happened in less than 24-hours. But at least one good thing came out of today.

Antonio dropped me off at my place, and before leaving he asked me one question. "Lovi~ Will you be willing to help me with the company. I don't think I'll last long by myself. I need someone there for me." Of course I'd help out the Spanish bastard, he'd done so much for me already. I nodded, and he relaxed with a slight sigh. "Gracias, mi querido." And he had to go. So fast? He was leaving tomorrow back to Spain and talked me into going with him. I think I'll miss Italy, again. But Spain was much more welcoming now that I'll always be with Antonio. "I'll pick you up tomorrow. Buenas noches, te amo." He gave me a quick kiss.

One last smile came my way, and I called after him:

"Bounanotte, amore mio."

Wow, I kept getting distracted while writing this. I kept singing along with Island in the Sun by Weezer and I was trying to get some inspiration for writing that kiss scene, but I just couldn't think of anything! I actually fell asleep for a while while thinking of it. I'm pathetic, right? Ahahaha~.

Translations:

Italian:

Nonna Carriedo- Grandma/Grandmother Carriedo

Bounanotte, cara.- Goodnight, loved one. (I'm not too sure about this one. To those who speak Italian, did I say that right? Because my aunt said "cara" is for "loved one." I just don't want to say something wrong.)

Bounanotte, amore mio.- Goodnight, my love.

Spanish:

Abuela me dijo todo.- Grandma told me everything.

Gracias por todo, querida abuela.- Thank you for everything, beloved grandmother.

Gracias, mi querido.- Thank you, my dear.

Buenas noches, te amo.- Goodnight, I love you.

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Well, like I said this was the last chapter. The next section is just a quick thank you for being a part of this. :3

If you have anymore ideas like for a fanfiction, or a certain pairing, feel free to leave a review. Or message me, I enjoy talking to people.
And thank you to those new reviewers/subscribers/favoriters!

-Striped.