Chapter 3; let's get on with the show~

Disclaimer: I still do not own Hetalia.

Making Things Right

"Lovino? Lovi, where are you?"

The house was far too quiet for Antonio's liking; he snuck a quick peek at the wall clock over the mantle, and found that it was nearing seven p.m. It was far too late for his Italian lover to still be taking his siesta, but still too early for him to have gone off to bed. In fact, Lovino would usually be in the kitchen right about now, either working on a late dinner or else working on something sweet to satisfy a sugar craving…

But there was no sound coming from the kitchen, which was close enough to the entryway that Antonio would have been able to hear the clanging of pots, whirring of appliances, or more likely the angry grunts and curses that often came about when food was being given the Lovino touch.

Sighing, the dark haired man walk through the house slowly, a feeling of dread pooling in his stomach, although he had no idea why he felt as such. After all, it's not as if anything bad happened to his cute little Lovi, right?

When Antonio did find Lovino, it was in the Italian's bedroom with a tomato in one hand and a dart in the other. Tossing the dart across the room, he angrily bit into the fruit, causing the seeds inside to gush out.

A part of Antonio registered the fact that Lovino was, to put it bluntly, pissed off, but he was more relieved that Lovino was still at home with him and not in the hands of some rouge kidnapper (or France).

And so, being Antonio, he ran up to the bed and nearly jumped on his lover as he wrapped his arms around Lovino in a super tight hug.

Lovino froze, and then twitched. "What the hell, you bastard?! What makes you think you can just jump me whenever the hell you want to?"

"But Lovi, we're dating! And you weren't downstairs when I got home so I was worried about you!"

"I don't care, bastard, don't touch me."

Now Antonio hesitated; he knew Lovino's usual grumpy personality, and this was not it. Usually he would lash out at him, both physically and verbally, but today the younger nation was curled into himself, arms crossed over his chest and head turned to the floor with an expression that was more of a frown then a smile.

"Lovi, what's wrong?" He asked gently, pressing his palm against Lovino's forearm. The latter shrugged him off.

"Abso-freakin-lutely nothing, okay? Get out of my room!" That was accompanied by a shove, but it was not exactly what Antonio had expected either. He frowned, readjusting himself on the bed and looking at Lovino with sad eyes.

"I can't fix it If you don't tell me what I've done wrong!"

"Who said I want you to fix anything? Maybe I don't think this relationship is worth it anymore." Lovino was grumbling, but Antonio did not miss his rough murmurs.

"W-Wha?"

"Go look at a fuckin' calendar, bastard." Another dart collided with the target; bullseye.

Five minutes later found Antonio staring at the calendar on the kitchen wall in disbelief. Of all the days for him to forget, why did his and Lovi's anniversary have to be the one? And more importantly, how was he going to make it up to him now?

He sighed, running a hand in his messy hair thoughtfully. It was hard to cheer Lovino up when he was upset under the most normal of circumstances, so when Lovino actually had a reason to be upset…

Antonio shook his head. He had to stay positive about this and think of a way out of this mess, lest he loose him cute little tomato forever!

"Lovi? Lovino, can I come in?"

"No, bastard."

"Are you crying, Lovi?"

"No!" That was a yes. Antonio sighed, leaning against the door.

"Please, Lovino, I want to apologize."

There was a pregnant pause, before Antonio could barely make out a mumbled "okay".

When he opened the door, he found that Lovino had already changed into his pajamas, and was lying beneath his covers.

"Were you going to go to bed already?"

"Maybe. It's none of your business." Lovino snapped, and Antonio winced.

"I'm sorry I forgot about our anniversary-"

Lovino snorted.

"-I am! I didn't mean to upset you, Lovi."

"But you did. You promised me you wouldn't have a meeting or any other work to do today so we could spend the day together, but you were gone before I woke up!"

"Lovi, I-"

"Shut up, I'm not done yet! All day I waited, thinking, oh, maybe he ran out for an emergency, he'll call and tell me everything's okay and be right back. But you never did."

Now the guilt was setting in even deeper, but with that guilt came the resolve to make things right.

Antonio moved closer to Lovino on the bed, and pressed a calloused hand carefully against the other's cheek. Lovino looked like he wanted to move away, but to both of their surprise he let Antonio touch his face, not telling the other to get off, and yet not leaning into the touch.

"Lo siento, Lovino. I didn't mean to hurt you. I know I let you down, but… tell me what I can do to make it right. Tell me how I can make you smile again, mi tesoro."

Lovino paused, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he gave Antonio a frank look,

"Just kiss me already, you bastard."

Needless to say, Antonio was happy to comply.

End.

Next Up: England can't sleep, and lays awake thinking of all he's given up.

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