Author Notes: And here's chapter two! I hope you guys enjoy this one as much as the first! 3 Reviews are appreciated!

It was two days after their first visit when Lovino was brought to face the 37th coffee shop in the city again. It was an easy guess that Ludwig had returned, since Feliciano had not called him once the day after they found the cafe. He expected this to happen, but it still left a bitter taste in his mouth to be used and tossed aside by his own brother. Thinking about it only made Lovino's Friday sour, so he crawled into the comfort of his own bed and decided to call it a day. Damn Feliciano and his favoritism.

In the midst of his sleep, he received an excited call from the last person he wanted to hear from right now.

" Lovino! Lovino! Ludwig's back and no one painted him and he said that he missed me and we kissed and it was great!" Feliciano squealed with a happy sigh. he was talking so fast that Lovino could hardly keep up with him."Gilberts here with us too! He bought a lot of souvenirs!"

" That's great." The sarcasm was heavy in his voice. " Do you know what time it is right now?"

" Si! It's seven o' clock!"

Lovino fell silent and looked to his clock. "7:01" the clock read. He could have sworn it was at least Ten at night.

" I know better then to call you after nine! Were… you trying to sleep this early?"

" Why the hell are you calling me?" he barked to his brother through the phone.

" Ah-! Well, we're going out for coffee to celebrate! I called Toni and he said he has plenty of room for all of us!"

Lovino narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, using his shoulder to keep his phone up to his ear. How stupid could his brother get?

" What makes you think that I want to go back there with that bastard? It'll just be a half hour of watching you two snuggle and talk about your damn feelings! The. Entire. Time." He wasn't making that up either, he spoke from experience.

" Tell him to bring his own brother! He lives off that shit." And he hung up.

That felt good for a couple of minutes, but the guilt started to settle in no time and sleeping was no longer an option for Lovino.

"Oh, Hello Lovi-" Antonio began before Lovino cut him off quickly.

" No. We are not on a first name basis. I am your customer. Call me Mr. Vargas." Lovino said adjusting the collar of his dress shirt and crossing his arms. Antonio just starred at him, his smile dropping slightly before it came back brighter then ever.

"Of course! I'm sorry. Buenos noches, Mr. Vargas."

Lovino felt his cheeks grow warm and he looked away. This would have been much easier if Antonio didn't look hand-made by God. It was nine at night when Lovino finally arrived at the café, taking a moment to appreciate the mature tone of the cafe. The place was completely empty and by the looks of it Antonio was cleaning up and prepared to close up for the day.

"Did my brother show up?" he decided to ask.

" Mhm! He brought in a whole bunch of people with him!" Antonio chuckled as wiped down the tables. " He knew Gilbert! I haven't seen him face to face since high school!"

Lovino pulled up a chair and took a seat, crossing a leg over the other and leaning forward slightly. As expected, morons flock together.

Antonio was prepared to go on but looked to Lovino and stopped his cleaning. " Are… you here for a drink?"

" What else would I be here for?" he was glaring at him again and Antonio rubbed the back of his neck, his smile forced.

" Right. Of course. I'll go make you something real quick!" he patted his hands on his apron and rushed to the back.

As the man turned and fled, Lovino couldn't help but notice that Antonio had a really nice ass. It felt perverse to make the observation, but the man was wearing form-fitting pants that emphasized his well-rounded bottom.

Antonio returned with Lovino's current favorite, the Espresso, placing it down in front of Lovino. " Here you are, Mr. Vargas!" he smiled down at him.

" Grazie." He mumbled before taking the cup and handing Antonio his payment.

It was silent from there, Lovino taking small sips from his coffee cup and Antonio stacking up chairs and wiping down tables, wiggling his hips and singing little songs.

There was tension in the atmosphere and Antonio took the chance to break it with a question.

" Do you hate me, Mr. Vargas?" he suddenly asked.

Lovino nearly have choked on his coffee. " What the fu-?"

" I'm sorry if this is random but," he stopped his cleaning and walked to Lovino's table.

" I just want to know if I'm doing something wrong? Your brother says you're just grumpy, but if you want to critic me on something then feel free to do tell me! Really, I can handle it!" he said a hopeful look on his face, leaving Lovino dumbfounded and near tongue-tied.

It was silent again and the Spaniard who was clearly losing the confidence he had in the beginning started to fiddle with the bottom of his apron.

" Your pants are too tight."

" …Eh?" Antonio gave him a puzzled look.

" You have a fat ass and your pants are showing it." Lovino remained cool as he said this, taking quick drinks from his coffee in-between words.

"You," Antonio paused, a thoughtful look on his face. " Were looking at my butt?"

" No!" Lovino shouted at him, starting to blush. " You turned and I looked and I saw it!" he put down his coffee cup and looked away. " It felt like I was being fuckin' mooned. You want to flash your ass at all your customers?"

Antonio watched him quietly, his confused expression going back to its neutral smile.

" I see." He giggled and turned around putting a hand on his bottom. " I never really knew it was that noticeable!" he turned again to face Lovino and blushed rubbing the back of his head. " Tight pants just never feel tight to me.."

Lovino was blushing up a storm at this point.

Silence fell between them again, but instead of going back to cleaning Antonio pulled up a seat at the table and sat in it, watching Lovino with a wide smile.

He was prepared to fire his coffee at him.

" Mr. Vargas?"

" Mh…?"

" Lets makes a deal!"

" Hm…?" The Italian continued to slowly sip from his coffee cup, for it was the only thing that gave him an excuse to not speak.

" I'll put on not-so-tight pants for now on if you come by again!" Antonio said with a bright smile.

" What makes you think I'll come back here?"

" Well, Mr. Vargas, you came here all by yourself without your brother. I think you really like my coffee." He rested his chin in his hands and leaned forward slightly.

The Spaniard was lucky he knew how to make coffee or Lovino would have been tempted to sacrifice what remained in the cup at that sly look he was getting from him.

"…I only showed up because Feliciano brought those assholes with him. I didn't want to deal with them!" Lovino put down his coffee cup. " That potato he calls his 'husband' is clearly his favorite! I'll just be a third wheel."

It was silent again, but Antonio actually looked sad when Lovino raised his head to look at him.

"…You know he said that he wished you were here…"

" Like I care."

"…Hey," he paused rubbing the back of his neck. " F-Feliciano loves you very much! He's still trying to connect with you. Y-You should give him a chance, Mr. Vargas."

" What do you know?"

" I know a lot." Antonio paused, trying to contain himself. " H-He wouldn't stop talking about all the fun you guys had getting coffee all week!"

" He was basically using me as a fill in for Ludwig! He didn't call me once yesterday! You wouldn't know what that feels like…tossed to the side by your own brother…"

" … But, he tried to connect with you, Lovi. He tried to invite you and…you rejected him. My brother never did that for me, all my siblings, even my parents are no longer around for me. My brother is all I have left and we have not spoken in seven years. I wish I had a brother like Feliciano, Lovi. A brother that tries over and over again to include you…in everything." The Spaniard turned to look out the wide window that offered a lovely view of the streets outside.

" I'm sorry. I shouldn't bring myself up in this." he said in a quiet voice.

Lovino went silent again, looking into his coffee cup and glaring down into it. Antonio was right. Feliciano always tried to include him and all he did was yell, curse and complain the entire time. How childish could he be?

" Hey, Antonio?"

The Spaniard turned to look at Lovino, the moonlight from the window showing how watery they had become."…Yes?"

"About that deal," he murmured into his coffee. "Maybe."

Antonio looked surprised before he leaned against the table again." Yes?" a hint of a smile reappeared on his lips.

" Maybe."

" Yes?" Antonio's smile just kept growing.

"Yeah, I'll come back…and maybe I'll come with the others…maybe."

Antonio smiled and looked ready to hug him, but stopped himself and sat up straight in his seat. " Gracias, Lovino!"

" Whatever."

" Do you still want me to wear looser pants?"

" I don't care!"

Antonio started to laugh as Lovino angrily downed the rest of his coffee.

It tasted much better then it did last time.

What an idiot.

Chapter Three coming soon. Gotta stay tuned if your here for the explicit bits. ~ wink wink