"Hey guys when's dinner read-," Marcello stopped at the door frame of the kitchen and stared wide eyed at the position that his brother and the man he considered his other brother were in. Antonio and Lovino quickly turned to face Marcello, "Oh, hola Marcel! Dinner will be ready soon!" Antonio spoke, his voice so full of happiness as usual. Lovino, on the other hand, was as red as a tomato. Marcello blinked for a bit, before turning around and skipping away, "I'll just give you two a minute alone"

Antonio smiled brightly, but Lovino shrieked, "Ch-chigi!" the Spaniard turn to watch as Lovino stood at the sink, washing his face with cold water. "Lovi?" he asked, Lovino just refreshed his face as he cooled down a bit, he kept mumbling, "I can't believe that just happened! And mio fratello just- chigi!"

Antonio blinked and watched as the other cleaned his face with a clean kitchen cloth, suddenly he stood up straight. Antonio tilted his head to the side, was his Lovi ok? Lovino then turned his head and gave the Spaniard his dirtiest look. "What the hell is wrong with you!" he screeched, before throwing the cloth into the sink and burying his face in his hands. Antonio smiled, "So then, let's continue?"

Lovino looked up from his hands and gave him a 'are you fucking serious?' look. Then he sighed and turned towards the bowl of pasta that was on the counter. "L-Let's just fucking eat already damn it!" he placed the bowl onto the table and called Marcello down. Antonio just smiled, oh well, he may not have gotten an answer but this was the first time he was able to do something romantic to Lovino and NOT get head butted in the stomach.

Dinner was silent. No one said a single word about anything. Sighing, Lovino opened his mouth to ask his little brother about school, when Marcello interrupted. "So Antonio, when are you actually ganna make sure my brother gets laid?" Lovino turned crimson red, "Marcello!" he screeched as Antonio chuckled, the Spaniard just smiled, "I was hoping soon, if not tonight then hopefully tomorrow night!" Lovino turned to the Spaniard and glared, "What the fuck you asshole!"

Antonio just smiled at him sweetly, "si Lovi?" Lovino just glared at him and stood, picking up his empty plate with him. He then headed towards the sink and placed his plate there, "Marcello finish up so that I can check your fucking homework," he said, crossing his arms and showing his back towards the table. Antonio and Marcello gave each other confused glances but decided on doing what Lovino said. As Antonio washed the dishes, he couldn't help but let his mind wonder. Why had Lovino not pushed him away? He almost even allowed him to kiss him, to touch him and hold him close. Something was wrong with his Lovino, and he wanted to know what. He was not the type to get into other people's business but when it involved someone he loves and cares for, it's a whole different story.

As he finished up, he closed the tap and grabbed the nearest clean wash cloth to dry his hands with. Lovino walked into the kitchen and sighed, "If that idiot keeps slacking off on his homework I swear I'll kick his ass from here back to Roma."

Antonio chuckled and turned to face his beloved, "you wouldn't do that, and even if you did I'm sure you'd let him win." Lovino just scoffed and crossed his arms, as he sat down at the table. "Whatever," he mumbled; Antonio just chuckled and got the coffee-maker ready. "About your question..." Lovino said. Antonio just hummed, letting the other know that he was listening, "I kissed him as a greeting, like I do to everyone else. I don't know why everyone is making this such a fucking big deal."

Antonio turned to stare at Lovino in surprise, he was holding two white coffee mugs in his hands, nearly dropping them in the process. "So... you didn't kiss him on the lips? And you're not in love with him?" Lovino stared at him, nearly choking on his own saliva, "What the fuck? Hell no! Why would I be in love with that asshole?" Antonio sighed and smiled, "what a relief!" Lovino's face turned red with rage "Seriously what the hell is wrong with you?!"

Antonio just laughed and poured some coffee for him and Lovino. The two sat there, in a comfortable atmosphere. Antonio was gazing at Lovino from across the table, he had his chin resting on his open palm, a soft smile played on his lips as he watched the Italian sip away on his coffee. His eyes were half-lid, his mind was lost in thought. Antonio took in every detail of his lovely Italian, the way his lips glowed a soft pink. The way his face looked so relaxed, the way his long, slander fingers wrapped themselves around the warmth of the coffee mug. He wondered if his hands were cold, he wondered if his lips were as soft as they looked at that moment. Would he taste the bittersweet taste of coffee on his lips if he were to kiss him at that moment? Or would he taste sweet and fresh tomatoes? Was his skin as soft as it looked underneath that pink, button up he's wearing? Was it warm?

So many questions, he only prayed that hopefully, someday, he'd be able to answer them all. His smiled widen at that thought. Yes. Someday, he will have the sassy Italian all to himself...

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Antonio had left later that night, after Lovino had kicked him out. There was no way he was going to let that idiot stay the night after what happened in the kitchen. Lovino was in the shower, he just stood there and thought about everything. He needed to open up a life insurance policy tomorrow, so that Feliciano and Marcello have at least something for when he leaves them. He was also going to make sure their grandfather's house is passed on to Marcello and Feliciano can have the summer house that was a gift from his grandmother.

Lovino sighed and began to wash his hair, he had so much paperwork to do tomorrow. Good thing he was given the day off, and he even had a little extra money thanks to his tip jar. So he will make sure Marcello got to school alright, then he'll head off to his lawyer's office and explain the situation. Hopefully everything will go smoothly with no interruptions and no one there to bother him.

Once Lovino was finished in the shower, he closed the tap and moved the curtains, slowly stepping onto the rug he placed on the floor. Wrapping his towel around his waist, he wiped the mirror clean with his hands and suddenly froze. He finally had a good look at his face. A face that will soon be resting in a coffin in the ground.

Lovino sighed, he didn't want to die, not yet at least.

'Each day's a gift and not a given right...'

Lovino stared into his olive green eyes, and remembered what he promised himself at the bar. No limits. Nothing will stand in his way. He couldn't help but smile a little, hell he was dying, so why was it taking him so long to accept it?.

'Because the mind accepts what the heart denies...'

Lovino stared into that face of his, and couldn't help but let his smile grow a little, before opening the bathroom door and heading towards his bedroom, changing quickly into his boxers, Lovino placed his towel on his head and began to dry his hair, before plopping himself down on his chair near his computer. He then turned it on and immediately opened up Microsoft Word. Smiling, he began to type in the title.

Things To Do Before I Die.

Lovino tapped his chin with his forefinger for a bit. What could he write? What does he truly want to do in life? He only has a short time to live, so what could he do that's bat shit crazy and will confuse the hell out of everyone that knows him? He sighed and looked on the internet, after finding something's, he smiled and began to type down things he wouldn't do even if he were drunk off his ass. But fuck it he's dying kiss his ass and watch him do what he wants.

1) Visit Spain.
2) Kiss a pretty Spanish girl.
3) Become a Fighter Pilot for a Day.
4) Apologize to everyone I've hurt.
5) Get a badass industrial piercing.
6) Dye my hair red.
7) Visit France.
8) Kiss a pretty French girl.
9) Throw a badass party and invite everyone Feliciano and Marcello know.
10) Go skinny-dipping at midnight in the South of France.
11) Spend a whole day eating junk food without feeling guilty.
12) Be an extra in a film.
13) Brew your own beer.
14) Plant a large ass tree.
15) Learn to ballroom dance properly.
16) Stay out all night dancing and go to work the next day without having gone home (just once).
17) Drink beer at Oktoberfest in Munich, Germany.
18) Shower in a waterfall.
19) Sing a great song in front of an audience.
20) Lose more money than you can afford at roulette in Vegas.
21) Kiss someone you've just met on a blind date.
22) Sleep under the stars.
23) Ask someone you've only just met to go on a date.
24) Throw Tomatoes at La Tomatina
25) Hang from Toronto's CN Tower
26) Visit Area 51
27) Help Out a Random Stranger in Distress
28) Do some crazy ass parkour
29) Vacation in Igloo Village
30) Get a Deep-Tissue Massage
31) Bathe in the Blue Lagoon Geothermal Spa
32) Stand Atop the Eiffel Tower
33) Stay at the Icehotel in Sweden
34) Master the Scorpion Yoga Pose
35) Tell Antonio you love him

As he finished that last note, Lovino sighed and buried his face in his hands, this was so embarrassing. He has had feelings for that idiot since they met in preschool, but he was to scared of rejection to say anything. Every time he got close to someone he liked, even in the slightest, they suddenly left or hated him. Like that one time in preschool were this boy named Timmy wanted to nap next to him, suddenly got mad the next day and blamed Lovino for his backpack getting ruined. Of course, Lovino punched him in the face for accusing him but he was alone again. Then in grade four a girl named Nancy was telling him she liked him and kissed his cheek, then all of a sudden she transfers! It's safe to say that no one will ever love Lovino. But who cares, he has a list of things to do, which he'll start on after all the paperwork and shit gets done. Lovino printed the paper out and quickly turned off his computer.

He smirked as he folded the paper and placed it on the small side table next to his bed. Sliding in between the sheets, Lovino sighed in contemptment and closed his eyes, tomorrow, his life will really begin...

A/N: This one was short... nyawww I'm so ashamed!