The day had begun like any other, Lovino got up early and changed, heading down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Marcello. He used to do it for both Marcello and Feliciano but now it's only him and the little lady killer wannabe, the two of them, all alone in their big house that was left to them by their deceased grandfather. He turned on the radio and began to sing along with the song that was playing.

"All my life I've been good! But now! Ooooooh I'm thinking What! The hell!" he sang loudly, completely in tune with the song. His cheerful voice filled the room as he began to swing his hips, flipping the egg and cheese omelet he was making. "All I want, is to mess, around! And I don't really care about!" he placed the omelet on a plate and began to break more eggs for a second one. Lovino's mood was lifting little by little, yeah, fuck the world he was dying so let him do what he wants!

Little did Lovino know was that a sleepy Marcello had walked into the kitchen in nothing but his floaty print boxers, awoken by the sound of someone singing. His curiosity got the better of him and when he entered he had to rub his eyes, just to make sure he was really seeing what was happening in front of him. There, in the middle of the kitchen, was his supposedly cranky older brother, dancing and shaking his hips to an Avril Lavigne song. He watched for a few more minutes, not wanting to ruin the moment in case he WAS awake. His brother seemed so happy, so carefree, with no worries or stress. His hair moved along with his head as he danced gently to the next song, his voice was sweet, as he sang softly. His eyes were bright and sparkling, with an emotion that Marcello just couldn't place his finger on. His brother looked rather beautiful that morning, it sort of made Marcello blush a bit.

"Marcel!" Lovino called, jolting the younger teen out of his daydreams. "Get your ass out of bed! Breakfast is red-." Turning around Lovino caught sight of his dazed brother. Thinking the teen was still half asleep, he shrugged his shoulders and placed the omelet on the table, before turning around to get him a glass of orange juice. "Sit. Or you'll be late for school and you know it pisses me off when I get a call from them bastards."

Doing what he was told, Marcello sat down and began to chomp away on his brother's Omelets. Lovino always made the best cheese omelets, he loved them. Lovino placed a glass of orange juice on the table for his little brother. "Eat up ok? I'll give you money for lunch later, and get changed damn it! You'll get sick!" Lovino told his brother, before going into his pocket and pulling out $25, he then handed them to Marcello, who happily took it. Smiling at the happy look in his younger brother's eyes, Lovino leaned down and kissed his cheek lightly, then whispered "ti amo, mio fratello."

He then turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving a shocked Marcello behind.

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Lovino walked happily that day to work. He worked at in an Italian cafe, it made him feel like home and he always had the best breaks. He got 20% discounts off everything in the cafe, and if you had the coffee there, then you'd know why it's awesome having a discount. He walked inside and headed straight to the employees lounge. Heading towards his locker, he unlocked it and opened it wide; taking off his coat he looked up and froze. In his locker he had nothing but a simple picture. A picture he had placed there ages ago, when he first began to work at the cafe around the age of 14. The owner was a kind lady, who had accepted to let him work at such a young age, knowing he really needed this job. He remembered that day as if it happened yesterday...

-FlashBack-

Lovino huffed and huffed as he ran around from place to place, desperately looking for help. He needed it and he needed it pronto. His grandfather had passed away a year ago, and they were currently staying in the house he had left Lovino to keep. But that stupid government wanted to separate the three and there was no way in hell that he was going to let that happen! No one touched his brothers! If he could prove that he was responsible enough to take care of his brothers, then maybe, the government and child services would allow him to keep his brothers. To hell with a foster family!

Lovino scowled as he was rejected by yet again another store. He flipped the manager off and ran around the corner. He was almost out of breath until he bumped into someone. "Wa-watch where the fuck you're going!" he shouted; only to be met with bright blue eyes and long wavy black hair, that belonged to a very beautiful women. "My, you've got a mouth on ya don't ya?" she said, chuckling. Lovino blushed and apologized, only to have her kneel down to his level and pat his head.

"What's wrong?" she asked in the softest voice he's ever heard. He relaxed a bit, a little too much, for tears began to pour from his eyes. "Por favoure..." Lovino begged, he tried to blink away the tears as he sniffled, "Por favoure, I need a job."

The beautiful young women stared at Lovino, before asking him his age. "14" he replied, wiping his eyes. He knows he shouldn't be crying, he was 14 for fuck's sake, but he wanted to keep his brothers. His only family, he needed them more then they needed him. "I see, say, do you like coffee?" she asked, her voice becoming a little more cheerful. Lovino sniffled and could not help but nod. She smiled softly at him and reached a soft hand to wipe away his tears, "Well, why not come inside my cafe and have a free coffee. On me, and then you can show me how well you will do at work tomorrow."

Lovino's eyes widen a bit, "Y-you mean..." She nodded, and patted his head, "Now, how about a smile?" Lovino smiled and thanked her, giving her a big hug. He couldn't help but bury his face in the nape of her neck; she had a mother-like aura around her. "My name is Mundus, how about you?"

Lovino pulled back and smiled, he blushed a bit at how intense her dark blue eyes were, almost like the ocean. "I-I'm Lovino."

Mundus smiled and stood, her long, white dressed flowed around her as she extended her hand for him to take, "Come on Lovino, lets head inside shall we?" The Italian nodded and took her hand, walking inside the newly renovated Italian cafe.

It took him forever but he was finally able to get a hang of working at the "Bella Bella Felice Cafe" the other co-workers often talked about him, complaining at how he was just a brat, and how he was so rude. But nothing made Lovino happier then knowing Mundus fired them for even looking at him in a bad way. One day, Lovino was at his locker, getting ready to leave, until he felt a hand on his shoulder, turning he was happy to see Mundus there with a smile on her face. "Good job today Lovino, but I see you're locker empty." It was true. All Lovino ever kept there was his clothing when he came to work. Mundus leaned in and whispered in his ear, "why not add a little picture? It'll make your day brighter every time you open this locker." With that being said, Mundus left to wait outside for him so that she could lock up.

Lovino looked back at his locker and tilted his head. A picture, huh?

-End of FlashBack-

Lovino reached in and gently traced the picture. It was a picture of his brothers, Marcello and Feliciano. The two were asleep, cuddled up in a large red, white and green blanket as the two held each other's hands tightly. Feliciano at the time was only 6 while Marcello was only 3. Lovino's grandfather had taken that picture and kept it in his wallet, along with a separate one of Lovino in the bath which he did not approve of.

Above the picture there was a little note he attached to remind him of why he endures everything he does, a simple phrase, 'Only for mio fratellos'.

Lovino smiled, his locker looked empty, even with that picture, he made a mental note to add more later. Lovino then quickly changed into his uniform and headed out to get his day over and done with. As he checked to make sure everything was refilled and in order, a regular came by, the man knew how Lovino was but he never complained about it. Although Lovino was cruel, he had fast hands and always delivered in record time. "I'll have my usual please Lovino," he requested. Lovino looked up from what he was doing, before nodding. With quick hands, the man's coffee was done. As he handed the man his coffee, he received the money and smiled, "Here you go, have a nice day."

This shocked the man, since Lovino was not one to smile, but when he did, the man could not help but smile back, "t-thank you," he replied. And as Lovino handed him his change, the man made a generous tip, instead of his usual 5 dollar tip, he gave Lovino a 20.

Lovino's smile grew wider. It was going to be a good day.

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Marcello was confused. His brother was always grouchy, and he was always too embarrassed to even say the word 'love'. Then what had happened this morning? It was odd, not that he didn't like it, he adored his brothers, Lovino more so then Feliciano, since Lovino did all he could to make sure he and Feliciano were safe and had everything they wanted and needed. Lovino had left school and had given up on his dreams of becoming a chief with his own restaurant for them. "What's wrong with Marcello?" his friends asked, "oh ya know, thinking about his older brother again."

Lovino had saved Marcello's life so many times, physically and emotionally. Once when he was younger, Marcello was bullied so badly at school for having no parents that it placed him in a state of depression. A depression so bad that he had almost began to cut himself, what he never expected was Lovino to catch up so fast, he had seen the signs and had entered the bathroom as soon as Marcello had that knife on his wrist. In the end, the one who ended up hurt was Lovino, for the knife slipped off of Marcello's hand and almost stabbed his foot. But Lovino had caught it fast, having it slice his hand.

'It was never my object to get someone I loved get hurt, it was never my intention.'

Instead of crying, or screaming about the pain, Lovino turned to look at Marcello, a sad and hurt expression on his face. Marcello had tried to explain, but a lump build up in his throat, it became so tight that he had no choice to cry. Before the first tear could fall, Lovino reached his good hand out to wrap it around Marcello. He hugged him, telling him everything would be ok, and that he didn't need to feel alone anymore. Lovino's words stuck in his mind forever.

'I know life is not easy, especially for you who's so young. But please don't cry, I'll walk through hell, I'll commit murder, I'll jump off a cliff. I'll do anything for you and for Feliciano. So please... Don't ever believe you're alone. Remember me. I'll always be there when you need me...'

He smiled as he remembered that day, his brother was his hero. He looked up to him and admired him with all his heart. But Marcello felt so guilty. His brother had left that morning, and he didn't get the chance to even say how much he loved Lovino, what if Lovino died that same day? What if something happened to him? What if something bad is going to happen? What if he gets killed at work?

Little did the young Italian know was that he was making weird faces and spazzing out in class while thinking. "Are you sure he's only thinking?"

"I hope so..."

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Antonio was pissed, he was at work at the grocery store, and there was a frown on his face. Most of his co-workers began to panic and say things like, "is it the apocalypse?"

It might as well be, since Antonio had tried to call Lovino multiple times last night but received no answers. "yeah, I'll bet he was with 'Ludwig'" Antonio spat out the German's name as if it were venom. He had trouble sleeping last night as well, he kept having dreams of his beloved with Ludwig, cuddling and kissing him, sweet nothings escaping from Lovino's lips as he spoke to that German in that sweet, Italian accent of his, it made Antonio's blood boil with jealousy. The more he thought about it, the tighter his grip on the broom he was holding became. It wasn't until he reached the peak of his dream, where he cried for Lovino to stop, but the Italian kept kissing the German as if he were his world, did Antonio snap the thick metal broom in two, "I'll kick his ass! I'll have that puto's head on my wall!"

Everyone stopped what they were doing in order to stare at him. Some confused, many frightened. Antonio's boss walked over to him slowly, too scared to even touch him, let alone speak to him. "Antonio? Are you feeling alright?" Antonio turned around, with a dark look in his eyes and growled "Just peachy."

Antonio's boss frowned and sighed, "Antonio, I think its best if you go home and rest. I won't discount today so you'll be paid in full." His boss offered. After a few deep breaths, Antonio calmed down and sighed, maybe he was right, maybe it was best if he took the day off. Yes, and maybe he can go and confront Lovino. Antonio's mood lifted a bit, so he agreed and headed off towards the employee lounge. As he opened his locker, he gave a small smile. Everywhere you looked that locker was packed from every nook and cranny, with pictures of Lovino. Lovino sleeping, Lovino in the bathtub, Lovino eating, Lovino at the beach, heck even Lovino in a towel! But Antonio's favourite picture, was the one in front of him. It was the only picture he had where Lovino was willingly kissing him back.

It was Christmas eve and he was able to convince Lovino to give him a small kiss since they were standing under a mistletoe. Feliciano had taken the picture at the most perfect moment where their lips were in sync. Lovino's cheeks were a beautiful shade of pink, while Antonio had the look of a love struck fool. Their hands were locked as well, Antonio had tangled his fingers with Lovino's soft, slander ones.

The kiss should have lasted longer, but it ended up ending quickly since Antonio tried to shove his tongue into the other's mouth a little too early, causing Lovino to freak and push him away harshly.

"Ah Lovi," Antonio whispered, as he stared at that picture, "If only you knew how much I love you."

Remembering what he was supposed to do, Antonio smiled and quickly got changed, not even bothering to say goodbye to anyone. He ran out into the parking lot and hopped into his red convertible, a gift from his friends and family. He turned the engine on and drove off into the direction of Lovino's home.

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"I'm back!" Lovino shouted, taking off his coat he headed further into his home to find Marcello, who was supposed to be home from school already. "Marcello where-" He walked into the living room only to find his little brother watching TV and eating cookies with non other then Antonio. "What the hell?" the two turned to see Lovino standing there with a look of pure confusion written all over his face. The two smiled brightly and stood from their seat.

"LOVI!"
"Fratello!"

Before he knew what was going on, he was tackled to the ground, getting cuddled by his brother and his sort of friend crush guy. "Welcome back fratello!" Marcello greeted, giving Lovino a peck on the cheek. "Si! Welcome back Lovi!" Antonio copied, also giving him a peck on the other cheek. Lovino couldn't help but blush at the gestures and push the both of them off. It was pure force of habit. "What the hell?"

"Ah fratello!" Marcello began, standing up to dust off his clothes and flicking his hair a bit, avoiding his crooked curl, "Antonio came to talk with you but you weren't home, so I told him to stay and wait for you." Lovino just sighed and stood, dusting himself off. So much for having a good day. "Fine, he can stay and help me make dinner while you get your ass upstairs and do your homework. Knowing you, you probably didn't even start it." Marcello made a face and began to pout, "But fratello-." "Don't 'but fratello' me," Lovino began as he placed a hand on his hip as the other grabbed onto Marcello's head gently. "Now go upstairs and do your homework so that I can check that shit later" he said as he gently guided Marcello towards the stairs. As Marcello made 'awwweeeh' noises, Antonio couldn't help but watch from afar. Lovino really was a good brother, and he would do anything for his younger siblings.

"So tomato bastard" Lovino said as he walked towards the kitchen, "come and help me make dinner." As shocking as it was Antonio took the opportunity and followed Lovino into the kitchen. "So!" he asked as he watch the Italian head into the fridge to get the ingredients, "What's for dinner?"

Lovino placed everything on top of the counter and smirked, "Pasta you idiot, what else?" Antonio froze. Was Lovino openly smiling? A real smile? Lovino noticed the look of shock on the Spaniard's face and just rolled his eyes, "I know what you're thinking idiot, si, I smiled, now stop standing there and get your ass chopping these tomatoes or get the fuck out," he said, before getting ready to make the dough. Antonio smiled softly and went to wash his hands in the sink before grabbing a board, a knife and a tomato. The two worked quickly, there were times where Antonio would accidentally slip every now and then, causing Lovino to burst out laughing, but the two eventually had dinner done quickly.

As they were washing up and setting the table, Antonio's smile turned into a slight frown as he remembered why he was there. Turning off the tap, he dried his hands gently before turning around. Lovino was humming and placing the plates and forks on the table. Antonio walked up quietly behind Lovino and gently wrapped his arms around his waist, this made Lovino jumped a bit, "what the fu-."

"Lovino."

Lovino froze, Antonio's voice sounded so serious, so cold. Antonio tightened his grip on Lovino's waist and moved closer until his chest was pressed tightly against Lovino's back. "A-Antonio?" Lovino asked, his face as red as the tablecloth, his heart began to race as he felt the Spaniard's breath at the nape of his neck. Antonio wanted to kiss him so badly, but first he had to get the topic out of the way. "Lovi..."

Lovino swallowed.

Antonio pressed his lips to Lovino's ear and gently whispered, "I need you to answer a simple question for me..." Lovino had no idea what to do; normally he would have kicked that bastard's ass from here back to Spain. But since that morning, he change, now he was so confused, almost as if he were torn in two. "Lovino... Why did you kiss Ludwig?"

Wait. What.

Suddenly, Antonio bit the outer part of Lovino's ear, causing the Italian to shiver. Antonio held him closer and reached up to grab Lovino's chin, turning him so that their eyes were locked. "Answer me." As Lovino stared at the Spaniard, he could see a swarm of emotions swimming in the other's eyes. Anger, Jealousy, Hurt and... Love?

Antonio's face soon moved inches closer to his, closer to his lips. He could feel the other's breath brush against his cheeks gently. Lovino unconsciously closed his eyes and waited as Antonio moved on closer. Everything was so perfect at that moment, until...

A/N: Yeah so, I ended up deciding to write chapter 2. Blame Misaki, she liked it so much she wanted part two. everyone throw pancakes at her! So yes, here is part two of Peircings, Hairdye and Goodbye's.