An enveloping argument...

A loud thud on the table made drinks spill.

"You know what? Why did I even bother dragging you with me? I should've just left you to sulk in a corner just as the spoilt brat you are!"

"spoilt?!...maybe you're fucking right! A disappointment like me shouldn't even be standing here in your "gracious" presence?!

Besides..I ..I never asked you to drag me out to this ridiculous gathering! It makes me sick! Such as waste of time!"

Stomping accompanied with a doorslam followed.

"Fine! Who needs a spoil-sport here?! Even your brother would be way better in your place! Infact, you're not even needed...*slam* here!"

Antonio stood amidst his stunned group of friends fuming.

"Don't you think that was a bit...overboard, Toni?" Gilbert asked as Antonio sat down.

"Hey~ are you alright, Toni?"

"Ah, hey Feli~ yeah...I guess" Antonio replied in a calmer tone.

"Well..you don't really look it?" Feliciano responded as he pulled up a seat next to his German boyfriend.

"Besides, where's my brother? I thought he came with you, Toni."

Antonio winced a bit as the others around the table stared, not suprised, at the oblivious Italian to the current mood.

"...well he left early since he wasn't feeling well..." was the excuse the tad tipsy Spaniard came up with.

"Ohh...I hope he feels better soon ~"

The bubbly Italian then went onto boasting about a holiday he and his bf would be going on in a few days time.

Lovino had been at his worst of moods when a happy-go-lucky Spaniard knocked on his door and tried to drag him out to a social was really reluctant but had no choice in the end to tag along when his childhood crush wouldn't stop rummaging through his closet and messing things up all whilst whining in his ear!

During the evening, it was getting on his nerve when The Bad Touch Trio began teasing the Italian on his negative composure. It was only when Lovino finally snapped at Antonio, telling him to quit his teasing antics and the other tipsy two, telling them to fuck off.

"Geez Lovi, why are you in such a badmood. I bought you out here so you could lighten up, since you're always so glum! ! I would really appreciate it if you could drop the attitude and just have some fun!" Antonio said in a stern voice.

Lovino could feel his chest tighten and his heart begin to race.

"Fun? You call this fun while you three indulge in your drinks and have the nerve to insult me and criticize my life? I'm not gonna sit here and take anymore bullshit! I'm fucking sick of this!" Lovino voiced as he stood up and slammed his glass on the table, sending waves that had drinks on the table spilling. Another this followed with Antonio standing up.

As Lovino stormed out into the cold evening, the last words he heard from Antonio were that he wasn't needed. Sure the criticism and comparison of his life and to his brother hurt, but those words had delted a lethal blow. Words especially delted by the one Lovino had strong feeling towards.

Those words echoed in Lovinos head as his body succumbed to numbness of the the emotional hurt and cold, all the while dragging his feet home. When he eventually arrived, he noticed he didn't even have his keys on him as the excited Spaniard had dragged him out without giving him sometime to get his stuff together.

"Great..." he mumble monotonely to himself.

He climbed a fence to get into his own backyard with hopes he may have forgotten to lock the backdoor but no luck. He thought maybe he could try climbing through one of the windows facing the backyard as he sat on the backdoor step.

Lovino's' backyard faced towards the woods, where a few foxes scoured but nothing to hunt for the dense and thickened foliage woods.

Shortly after Lovino had moved into the place, he was warned by the former occupants and neighbors not to enter the foresty area.

As he looked up from where he sat, it was pretty dark but the woods had always intregued Lovino's curiosity as to what lay beyond the sea of trees and scrubs. And the way he was feeling, he couldn't careless about the warnings as the forest appeared to entice the cold and numb Italian with an alluring illusion of escaping means from how he was feeling.

Lovino stood up and began to trudge towards and into the cold dark woods, without any means of looking back and leaving behind his only other form of communication.

To be continued...

My heart...slowly shattering...for my love of Spamano...and my crap writing style...