A/N: First off I just want to Thank my reviewers. I may not answer but I do appreciate them. Most of the time I really don't know what to say back so uhh... heh, yeah...

OTL

And we are still on Antonio's Point of View. Just so you sorta know where he is at while going through all of this.

I feel it's kind of short but I have been busy these last couple of weeks and all. I wrote it pretty fast. Well and then Candypoptricksterlove's Review made me feel a little guilty for doing what I did to Prussia so I uh kinda started a little one-shot for him. Prussia want lovins and none of that one-sided crap.

Anyway... Enjoy! :D

Antonio's Point of View

I hope he isn't as mad as yesterday. Ah, but knowing Love, he still is. Francis said to 'Give him time, love will prevail, especially with an ass like his.' Gil said 'Fuck it, that grumpy Italian isn't anywhere as awesome as the awesome me. If anything he falls right under dentist and maybe, maybe above celery.' Heh, maybe my friends weren't the best to go to for advice this time. Especially if they were the one you cheated on you lover with. And one is still in love with you, and the other is, well, lets say very experienced from a young age.

Well here goes nothing if I want to try and talk to him one more time. I could really care less about what ever I have left here though.

Hm.. Any minute now is fine.

Knock on the door Antonio.

It's not like anything can get worse than they are right now. Right?

Haha, lets hope not. Here I go , for sure this time.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

-Knock-Knock-

I waited a few minutes before I got any sort of reply.

"Who's there?" the other side of the door called out.

"It's ..uh.. Me."

"What in God's name, do the fuck you want, Bastard?"

"For you to forgive me."
"Go away, asshole!"

"But you said that I could come by and get my things!"

"Yeah, well that's not what you're here for, is it?"

"Ah, you got me Lovi." I can hear him scoff at me for calling him Lovi.

"Just get the Hell away from me."

"Please, just let me in. I'll get my things and stuff. Okay?"

"Then you'll go away?"

"...yeah."

When the door opened I noticed Lovi's puffy, red eyes, and flushed cheeks from crying. I can't tell him how much it hurts to know that I'm the reason why he is crying. I wish he would let me hold him. But that wont happen.

"You're shits in the room."

"Okay." I sad as he went to go sit on the couch as I went into the room to go get my things.

His room was kind of small. Just a queen sized bed, a night stand, and a couple of dressers to the left when you walked in. A closet in front of the bed, opposite of the door.

The third drawer on the bigger dresser was mine. Lovi cleared it out for me when I stayed over for a few days on in because I would refuse to go back to my apartment. There isn't anyone there that I liked being with. No, no, I'm wrong. Love. There wasn't anyone there that I love being with in my apartment.

My drawer was covered in stickers. There was a giant sun sun, some turtles, tomatoes, and smiley faces on it. They were all arranged in a picture. But now they were all peeled off. There's only white remnants of what they used to be. That's disappointing. I frowned. I really enjoyed that memory of waking Lovi up by covering him with all those stickers before putting them on here. Lovi threatened to throw them away because of how childish it was to wake him up with that method. I thought he looked rather cute with a turtle sticker on his cheek. He just yelled at me. I begged him to let me keep them by sticking them on my drawer. And besides, I told him it's better than how my friends wake me up. That's also the reason why I dont have ice cube makers at my place either.

He was standing in the door way when I was putting the last article of clothing in my bag that I brought with me.

"Che, are you done yet?"

"Just about..." I frowned.

"Don't forget your watch, bastard."

"Watch?"

He pointed to the bed side table.

"Oh, ha, right, that watch."

"You're a fucking idiot." he walked away.

I know Lovi. You don't have to keep reminding me.

I walked over to retrieve the watch. When I picked up the cool, sleek metal silver watch, it wasn't cool at all. Actually it was slightly warm. Was he wearing it? If he was does that mean he still cares about me? He would never admit it to me if I asked.

"Hey asshole? You done in there yet? You can see your way out about now!" Lovi yelled from the other room. tearing me away from my thoughts.

I sighed and collected my things and started to walk out to the living room. Lovi was sitting on the couch, back facing me.

"Lovi... I have everything..."

Nothing.

"I guess I'm going to leave now."

Still nothing.

"Lovino?" I paused. "Say something, please?" His shoulders slouched as he put his face in his hands and sniffled.

"Why? … W-was I not good enough for you?"

"No, it's-" He cut me off.

"Do you have to pre-game before our dates?"

"Lovi-"

"Especially with those bastards. Those FUCKING BASTARDS?" He raised his voice as he stood up, pushing the table askew. "Even after I told you what happened to me you still go on doing that to me!" He started towards me.

"Lovi, I'm sorry that happened to you, but that was before. There's no way I could have controlled that." By now Lovi was no less that a foot away from me. Enraged, face flushed, and tearing up. "Lovi, please, calm down." I moved a step closer to him but he turned an headed for the kitchen in rage.

"Fuck you!" he scream as he knocked a lamp over.

"Lovi." I called after him while following him, stepping over the fallen lamp. "Calm down, please?" Lovino was facing away from me at the sink. "Lovino." Slowly, I approached him and laid a hand on his shoulder. He's sobbing.

"Don't touch me!" he jerked away from my hand. "I told you to get the fuck out. Leave!"

"Lovino.." I reached for his hand and pull him towards me.

"Get away from me!" Lovino shoved me back in to island counter in his kitchen. My head hit a couple a couple of pans hanging above it, making a loud noise.

"I said leave me alone and get the Hell out! You said you would leave after you got your things, now leave!' Lovino ran out, attempting to get away from me. "Why don't you just go back to those bastards?"

I followed him back to the other room.

"Please just let me explain better! Let me talk to you. That's all I want! Lovino I-" He cut me off.

"There's nothing for you to explain to me. You let them do that! You wanted it. I know it for a fact."

"That's not true! It's not Lovino!"

"Yes it is, you fucking bastard!"

By now i was standing in front of each other. He was hitting my chest trying to get me to go away. To stop him, I was trying to grab his wrists.

"Stop Lovi. That hurts."

No! I hate you!" He yelled punctuating his words with harder punches. "How can you say that when this would ever hurt as much as you're hurting me by what you've done?"

That's probably true, I thought; my grip slacking on Lovi's wrists.

"You, you can't even say anything now, can you? What's your excuse this time, huh?"

"I..."

"That's because I'm right, aren't I? Bastard!" He said with great force behind his insult, I tripped over the back of the couch, landing partially on the coffee table. Sending the center piece on it sliding off and smashing to the floor. Hissing in pain, Lovino still went on with his yelling, not caring about the center piece that broke of me. Holding my pained, I stood up as best as I could. But I lost balance quickly and landed on my knees on the floor. Lovino towering over me, holding back sobs as best as he could.

"Of all people, Antonio. Why him...? Why Francis? Even after I found out that you two were friends, I trusted you. After I told you what happened between us; what he did to me. I trusted you enough to even tell you what happened."

I looked up and opened my mouth to say something but found myself speechless. I was so careless. So very careless. When I looked back to Lovi , he was already turning away. I got up and reached out for his shoulder.

"Lovino. Please."

"I don't to talk anymore."

"Let me-"

"Let you what? Netray me more like telling me why you let that monster's hands on you. Or why you're so speechless. Why your pants were undone..."

"Lovi-"

"Save it, bastard. Leave me the fuck alone."

He walked away from my grasp and headed to the kitchen, then went outside. I inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. I moved over to the couch to sit and recollect my thoughts. How am I going to patch this one up? This looks absolutely hopeless. He wont comply with me at all.

I did cheat on hi though. With two people. At once. One my ex and the other.. Oh, god the other. He is one of my best friends but still. I knew I was possibly risking this whole thing things by being friends with him. But I would never stop being friends with some one over a lover. Nor would I bad mouth my friend. But I never did approve of how he would try to take advantage of the drunkest person at what ever party or club we were at. But Francis never did tell us the truth of what actually went down that night.

This whole thing looks done in for. I frowned. If he would just give me one more chance; what I'd give for one more chance. Would I give me one more chance if I were him? I hope I would.

I glance towards the kitchen, I guess I should just leave him be and go. Not wanting to cause another argument I get off the couch and go get my things I dropped. But since this is technically my fault I should maybe clean this mess up. When I picked up everything and put things back in their places, I left a note on the coffee table. I just want to talk. Possibly more civilized and with less physical pain. A simple phone call should make due. If he wants...

Dropping the note on the table I headed out the door and went to my car. My heart sank at the realization that I might not get him back. I glanced at the digital clock on the radio display on the dashboard. It's getting late but knowing him, he wont mind. I sighed and pulled out my phone.

"Gil..?"

A/N: Dear, Lord what have I done? I made more drama. -sigh-I didn't really intend to make it this intertwinded and drama filled. Oh well..

Oh and to clear this whole Francis / Lovi thing ... He took advantage of drunken Lovi. So like tricked him. Not Raped him.

Okay?

Francis isn't a rapist. Nor do I really like it when the fandom calls him one.

So before I start rambling about headcannons and what not I'm just going to end it here.

So Thanks for reading and review!

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A/N 2: About/to all the comments about the okay I get. I worded that wrong or something. There is more to the story than what has been said to Antonio by both Lovino and Francis. And I never stated how in which way Francis took advantage of him.