Feliciano's facial expression went from sad to confused.

Antonio couldn't pull himself together. He was struggling to stop crying, but his face was still drenched in room was dead silent. There was absolutely no sound. Antonio didn't even sob.

Feliciano looked at him and swallowed nervously.

Antonio wiped his eyes to his shirt. He looked up at him. Tears were still falling on his face.

''Feli... p-please, forgive me... I d-did something r-re-really bad...'' he stuttered.

''Ve...'' Feliciano took his hand and tried to smile. ''I... what could possibly be so bad? Did something happen to fratello?''

Antonio shook his head.

''H-he g-got really angry at me a few... a few days a-ago...''

Feli clenched his hand tighter.

''He apparently... jumped out of the w-window... and I didn't s-see him after that...''

Feliciano's forced smile tailed away.

He looked at Antonio's face questioningly.

''I... I said that...'' Gulp. '' that I'd rather have him in the hospital... and he heard it...''

Feliciano's grasp on his hand loosened and he let go.
His face was a heartbreaking mixture of confusion, pain, sorrow and... fury. Antonio couldn't look him in the eyes anymore.

''I'm really sorry, Feli... I... I never meant to say that...''

It was hopeless.

''Antonio.''

How did it come to this?

''Please leave me alone.''

His eyes were full of pain. Antonio got up from his seat and walked to the door.
He had the last glance at the Italian blankly staring in emptiness before leaving him in the silence again.

...

It was evening. Gilbert was relaxing on the sofa when suddenly his phone rang. Who could be calling me right now? he thought to himself. Antonio hadn't told him and Francis about what happened in the hospital, they had just left in silence right after Antonio got out of the room. They hadn't even asked him, because judging by his facial expression told them everything didn't go as expected.

He picked up the phone.

''Hallo?'' He said.

''Bruder, I need you to come over right now. Take Francis and Antonio with you, too.'' it was Ludwig's voice.

''What? Why?'' Gilbert got off the sofa. ''What happened?''

''I found something interesting.''

Reading his brother's thoughts from his voice, he got his car keys on his hand.

''... I'll be right there.''

Some moments later the three of them arrived at the house of Gilbert's little brother. He was waiting for them in the front yard. Something was clearly wrong, they could sense it from the atmosphere. He gestured them to come in. As they walked in the clean house, they saw muddy footsteps lead to the living room. Strange, there never was any kind of mess in his house.

''In the living room.'' He said to them and followed after them to where he was pointing his finger at.

As they entered the room they immediately realized what this was about.

Lovino was sleeping on the sofa in the middle of muddy traces.

His entire body was covered in mud and dirt, and his face looked exhausted.

''LOVINO!'' Antonio ran to the couch and took his tomato in a huge embrace. He was so relieved.
He was instantly filled with warmth, seeing Lovino after such a long time.

''What? Where'd you find him?'' Francis said to Ludwig, surprised.

''I was driving home and i passed by someone. I didn't realize it was him at first, so I just thought of passing him by, but after seeing his face, I was assured it was Lovino, and when I turned my car around, he was lying on the ground.''

Gilbert screamed and ran to Lovino and grabbed his hand. ''He gonna be okay?''

Francis walked up to him and got on his knees. He tried Lovino's forehead and looked thoughtful until he got up again. ''Yeah, he's just sleeping.''

Gilbert sighed in relief.

''Thank you so much! I owe you!'' Antonio smiled from the bottom of his heart. Ludwig didn't really blush, but his cheeks held a slight reddish hue for a moment.

''It's nothing. You better get him out of here as soon as he wakes up, though... I think you understand why.''

Francis let out a small laugh. ''Yes, of course'' Antonio said, smiling brightly.

Then their attention was suddenly captured by Gilbert's sudden words.

''Lovino? Are you feeling better?''

They all turned their heads back to Lovino. He was waking up.

Antonio tightened his grasp on him, still holding him in an embrace.

''Lovino!''

Lovino opened his eyes slowly.

''What the hell...?'' he mumbled, rubbing his head. Antonio gave him his bright smile. Lovino realized the situation and immediately struggled out of the Spaniard's embrace. He got up and almost jumped to the door, his face still towards Antonio.

''YOU!'' he hissed in wrath. He was pointing at Antonio with his shaky hand.

Antonio's mood dropped. He remembered why Lovino was angry at him.

''Lovino! I didn't have a chance to talk to you earlier, let me explain myself now.'' He said, almost already knowing what the Italian's answer would be.

''FUCK NO-''

''Listen to him.'' Francis said. He was serious.

Lovino stared at him and then turned his face back to Antonio.

''Fine! Fucking talk!''

Antonio stood up. ''Alright... Okay. I didn't mean anything I said on the phone with Francis, okay? I've been regretting that conversation every single day. Please come back home, Lovino, I'm begging on my knees.''

Lovino's feelings were conflicting. He missed Antonio (even though he would never admit it), but in the same time he wanted the bastard to take some responsibility from his words. He was trying to keep a furious expression on his face, but he burst into tears when Antonio actually walked to him and begged down on his knees.

''Lovino... I love you more than anything. Come home, I need you.''

''Goddammit...'' he sobbed. He wanted to be angry at the fucker but simply failed.

Antonio got up and hugged him.

Gilbert chuckled in glee. ''So it's all good now?''

Lovino cried and nodded slightly.

Antonio released him and smiled. His smile quickly died. There was one last problem.

Feliciano.