It had been three days since Lovino slapped Antonio and had been, apparently, turned down by little Miss Blonde. Antonio could vaguely remember something about her being in love with someone else and wanted them to be jealous so she had agreed to go on a date with Lovino but she didn't have the guts to see it all the way through, but Antonio hadn't really cared to pay attention when Lovino started ranting about her. Sure he wanted to hear about his problems and comfort him but the Italian was so obviously broken hearted about it that it made him jealous all over again.

Now, here he was, lounging on the couch opposite Gilbert and Francis at Arthur's house, spilling his guts to his two best friends.

"Ouch, man. Tears in mein beer," Gilbert said sympathetically when Antonio had finished. Even with a boyfriend it seemed the albino still couldn't express himself through words. Antonio knew he wasn't meaning it in a sarcastic way, even if it may have sounded like it, so he took it as the equivalent of Gilbert hugging him tightly. Antonio sighed, his shoulders slumping. Gilbert took another swig a beer from his beer stein.

Antonio's eyebrows had rose into his hair line the first time he had seen the Prussian use the, honest to God, decretive beer stein glass, it had a silver bell shaped lid, the body of the glass was clear with the Prussian eagle engraved on it and the base of the glass was also silver with the word 'Deutschland' on it. Gilbert took the mug away from his lips, releasing the thumb handle on the lid and letting it rest on the rim of the glass again.

Francis twirled a strand of hair around his finger thoughtfully, the other two angels stayed silent to let him think. It was like building a bridge from one idea to another, first came the foundation then the mortar and brick followed closely behind by the finer details until it was a beautiful and solid idea that could be built upon to become a flawless plan of action. Suddenly Francis stood up and walked over to Antonio, his hand shot out and grabbed the back of the couch beside the brunette's head then he leaned down.

"Can you guess what I'm thinking, Toni?" He asked. It was nothing new for Francis to randomly say things like that but this one was so sudden it took Antonio a second to recover.

"…I...can't…what are you doing?" Antonio asked. A dark expression crossed the Frenchmen's face but it was gone as fast as it had appeared. He grinned and then, seemingly out of nowhere, he produced a heart shaped chocolate box and dropped it in Antonio's lap. Antonio's eyes widened, he had seen Francis use this before, on Arthur no less and granted it hadn't exactly worked as planned but it had still had an effect.

The chocolates were laced.

"I can't use these, it's cheating!" Antonio exclaimed and shoved the box back into Francis' hands. The blonde stood up to full height again and peered down at the Spaniard, sizing him up with a calculated look.

"Sometimes I can't understand the way you think, Antonio," Francis closed his eyes and sighed then opened them again.

"I just don't like the idea," Antonio mumbled, eyeing the box of chocolates as if they would grow teeth and attack him.

"I kind of agree with Toni," Gilbert said. "It's an awesome idea, in theory, but I really think this sort of thing is better left for lovers who want to spice it up,"

"Don't be so ridiculous, it's perfect! If Lovino does have feelings for you then he'll most likely jump you and if not he'll storm off and take care of it himself!" Francis reasoned and pushed the box of chocolates into Antonio's chest, forcing him to take them. Well, it was worth a shot wasn't it? Antonio nodded. With a grin Francis retook his place beside Gilbert, throwing his arms across the back and propping his foot on his knee.

Completely satisfied with himself.

Gilbert lifted the beer stein to his lips and hid behind it, his shoulders shook with contained giggles as he shook his head. Clearly, even though he didn't exactly approve, he still found the whole thing funny. Gilbird did nothing to hide his happy chirping from atop his owner's head.

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This wasn't what Lovino wanted. He didn't want to feel like this, especially over him. He was standing in the kitchen, gazing into a pot of pasta that he was making to help keep his mind off of the Spanish angel that lived with him.

None too successfully.

Lovino found it much easier to admit it to himself then out loud but the fact remained that he was worried about Antonio. The angel hadn't been home when Lovino had gotten there, which was beyond strange, Antonio was always there to greet him and after a few hours the Italian had expected some kind of phone call or text message telling him to not wait up or something but neither happened.

Now it was nearly time for dinner and he still didn't know where the Spaniard was or when he would come back. Worry squeezed its fist around Lovino's heart and buried a punch into his guts. He took in a shaky breath and added basil to the pasta sauce that he had sitting beside the pot of pasta on the stove. Lovino reached for the large wooden spoon to stir the pasta when the sound of the door opening and closing disturbed the Italia from his thoughts.

Lovino wanted to run and greet Antonio but he fought the urge and stood his ground, scowling into the pasta pot at his own reaction. This definitely wasn't what he wanted to be feeling. Damn it all and the horse that that Tomato Bastard rode in on! Lovino thought and gave the pasta a single vicious stir.

"Lovi, what smells so good?" Antonio asked and poked his head into the kitchen.

"Dinner, what the hell do you think it would be?" Lovino snapped over his shoulder. He was about to turn back to the pasta when a heart shaped box that Antonio was holding caught his eye. He raised an eyebrow at the Spaniard. Antonio opened the box and thrust it into Lovino's face.

"They're chocolates! Do you want one?" He asked with a smile. Lovino looked inside the box to find that some of them had already been eaten, the brown wrappers was all that were left of the chunks of candy that had fallen victim to the greedy tan hands of the angel. Was that seriously why he was late? Antonio had been eating chocolates?! Lovino wanted to face palm himself into next week, he couldn't believe it.

Antonio pulled the box back to himself, a thoughtful look on his face; brows frowned with the corner of his lips tugged down, as he seemed to be waging a war with himself on something of great importance.

"Actually, now that I think about it, I don't think you'd like them. Francis gave them to me," Antonio said. Lovino huffed and turned back to the pasta.

"Whatever," He grumbled. Antonio sighed and it sounded almost…relieved? Lovino raised an eyebrow at that. The sound of a chair scraping across the tiled floor filled the silence as the Spaniard sat down at the table. While Lovino finished cooking dinner, Antonio tried to strike up conversation multiple times but Lovino stayed silent. He was still slightly peeved that Antonio had made him worry so he was punishing him by giving him the cold shoulder.

But, if he was truly honest with himself, being irritated and slightly angry was only half of it the other half was that he didn't know what to say to him without letting on to that fact and or embarrassing himself. When the pasta was done, Lovino turned off the burners and piled a plate with the freshly made food. He sat down at the table and started eating.

"Don't I get any?" Antonio asked and leaned over until he was nearly pressing his cheek into Lovino's

"Do I look like your damn maid? Get up and fetch your own, you stupid tomato bastard," Lovino said and pushed him away from his face. From the corner of his eye he saw Antonio pout as he settled back into his chair and after a moment he reached over for another chocolate. The Spaniard brought it to his mouth and slowly licked the ball of chocolate.

Lovino stiffened.

What the hell was he doing, licking it like that?!

The pink muscle darted out again to meet the dark milky sweet. The way it flicked against the chocolate before retreating back into his mouth and then darting out again. Lovino wondered what it would feel like to have that tongue run along his body; over his collarbone, across his chest and down his stomach.

Lovino stuffed a fork full of pasta into his mouth to stop himself from moaning. Antonio put the chocolate ball in his mouth, his eyes fluttered in bliss at how good it tasted. Lovino couldn't stop himself from imaging Antonio making that face as he sucked him dry and swallowed. Sudden heat began pooling in his stomach and at the base of his spine; Lovino pressed his knees together as his pants got tighter.

Shit!

He stood up so fast that his chair fell over. Lovino snatched his plate up and dumped it unceremoniously into the sink, pasta and all before storming upstairs. Leaving a very confused Antonio behind, staring after him.

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Antonio sighed and reached over for the last chocolate. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, he had eaten all of them by himself yet he wasn't feeling the effects they were supposed to have. He had just been teasing when he asked Lovino to make him a plate of pasta, geez, that kid was touchy. But that somehow made him funner to be around. He popped the chocolate into his mouth and ate it before standing.

Antonio picked up Lovino's chair and pushed it in, he then went into the kitchen and took down a bowl from the cabinet and placed it on the counter by the sink. The Spaniard hated it when good food was wasted, he took the pasta from the pot on the stove and dumped it into the bowl then covered it with saran wrap and placed it in the fridge. Next he did the same for the left over pasta sauce and did the dishes.

Running his fingers through his hair, Antonio made his way to the stairs. If he had upset him that much then he should probably apologize. At least that was his intention but when he reached Lovino's bedroom door, he froze with his hand in the air ready to knock.

"n-nnhg," It was muffled but Antonio heard it clearly. He put his hand over his mouth and backed away. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. It sounded like Lovino as in pain but he knew better, one dose not simply have Francis as a friend without learning to distinguish thosesounds. Antonio spun on his heel and quickly walked away and retreated into his bedroom, taking extra care to close the door quietly.

Face flushed and heart pounding; Antonio face planted the bed and buried his fingers into his hair. He couldn't believe that one simple muffled and stifled grunt could do this to him. Antonio felt like he was burning from the inside and that his face was on fire. To top it all off he was half hard.

Damn it all to Hell.

Reaching down between himself and the bed, Antonio slipped his hand into his pants and wrapped his fingers around the velvety flesh of his cock. The sudden attention made him grunt as he hardened under his own touch. Antonio stroked from the base to the tip, sliding his thumb across the head every time before going back down. The hand buried in his hair shot out and gripped the sheets in a death grip. Antonio grit his teeth to stop from calling out and shut his eyes tightly, hiding the green being darkened by lust.

He alternated between tightening his grip and loosening it, between harsh tugs and gentle caresses, between letting his thumb nail scrap over his head and into the slit and not. Antonio pressed his face into the sheets and moaned loudly. His wings twitched and shuttered as the pleasure built up into a tight ball of heat which exploded with a final harsh tug when Antonio flicked his wrist. The Spaniard groaned as he came into his hand, shutters wracked his body and his wings flapped weakly.

He collapsed onto his stomach; his beautiful brown wings fell to his sides uselessly. Pulling his hand out of his pants, Antonio tugged off his socks and used them to clean up his mess then threw them aside. He pulled the sheets down and crawled underneath them, pulling them up to his chin; he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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The sound of his phone making sweet music woke Antonio the next morning. Without opening his eyes, Antonio snatched it off the night stand. A yawn escaped him as he sat up and answered it.

"Bonjour!" Francis greeted cheerfully before Antonio could mutter his own greeting. He didn't want to deal with him right now and the bed was so warm and inviting.

"Hmm…later," Antonio said and flopped back down, taking the phone from his ear.

"Waitwaitwait!" Antonio brought the phone back up. "You didn't give me any calls to complain, so, how'd it go?"

"How'd it go?" Antonio restated the question groggily. "The chocolates were yummy…but they don't work on me, you gotta try harder next time." With that, Antonio hung up and went back to sleep.