Mine, Not Yours

If it had been anyone other than Ludwig, Antonio would not have believed it. If Ludwig had not backed off so suddenly, he would not have believed it. If, if, if.

Of all days to pull of one of your stupid stunts...

Francis was walking down the hall and he had the gall to look happy to see him. "Ah, there you are 'Toni! I was just–"

Antonio had meant to shake Francis until the man apologized and said why in the hell he had been macking on his Lovino, but his hands did not quite move as he had wanted them.

Crack!

Antonio's fist collided with Francis' face and though his knuckles hurt afterward it did not stop his right hand from taking the lead to punch him again. "You! How dare you!" Antonio hissed as Francis back away. He tried to cover the ground between them, but as Francis' hands tried to push him aside they both fell into the wall, then to the ground as Antonio got on top of him to pin him down.

"What–"

"On my wedding day! My wedding day!" Antonio snarled down at him. "Who do you think you are? Kissing him!"

Finally understanding washed over Francis' face, which almost made Antonio angrier. "Oh! Antonio, it's not–"

"Then what is it?" Antonio asked firmly, ready to break his nose if necessary. "Tell me what it was, Francis! ¡Dime!"

"It was a hiccup cure!" Francis squeaked. And out of all of the bullshit, all of the excuses, that Antonio had expected to come out of Francis' mouth, that had not been on the list. "He had been hiccuping for an entire hour, nothing else worked, and he was near tears! Mon Dieu, Antonio! You can't have thought that I was trying to pick up your fiancé? On any day, let alone this one! I'm not desperate!"

Antonio blinked and sat back on Francis' legs as the other sat up, rubbing at the corner of his eye. "Did it work?" he asked.

"Well, he stopped hiccuping," Francis nodded, wincing. Antonio nodded a few times. Francis' hiccup cures usually worked immediately. Though (if he recalled correctly) they usually worked before the threat of a kiss was made.

Antonio got off of Francis, lending his hand so to help him up. "I'm sorry," he said. "I suppose I should have asked you first..."

"That would have made things more clear," Francis nodded again. "I usually know precisely why you go Two-Faced on me."

"I suppose then..." Antonio began slowly, a wide smile coming on his face. "I should warn you now. If you put your lips on any part of Lovi for anything in the future... I will give you more than a black eye."

"Agreed," Francis put his hand out. They shook on it before Francis suddenly recoiled in horror. "A black eye? Antonio!"

Antonio suddenly realized that not only was it true, he had just said it as if it were no big deal. Francis was supposed to be standing next to him up there! With a black eye? "Oh, I'm sorry Francis!"

"Merde," Francis muttered, touching it gently. "Not that you were ever a wimp, but God... if your punch has not perfected over the years!"

It was a compliment, but not the kind that Antonio wanted to hear right now. "Ha! Oh, Lovino will kill me~" Antonio said cheerfully, straightening out his own suit. Would this be noticeable? Francis' black eye certainly would be!

"Aw... did I miss it?" Alfred said, entering the hall. Both Antonio and Francis turned to look at him. Alfred winced as he walked over, looking over Francis and then turning to Antonio. "I can see this was a one sided fight."

"So do I look presentable?" Antonio asked brightly. Francis tutted.

"Oh yes, so very," Francis said.

Alfred shrugged. "You might want to fix your hair. As for you..." he turned to look at Francis. "I would suggest something, but there really is no time for this."

"I hate to say this," Francis said slowly, seeming to try and not touch his face at all now, "but maybe you could get Feliks?"

Alfred stared at him. Then he suddenly snickered. "Cover up, got it. Yeah, I'll get him. You two head outta sight." The doctor left the both of them to stand once again in silence in the hallway. Antonio looked back at Francis once more.

"That was exciting."

"Shut it," Francis retorted, a touch of a smirk on his lips. "Don't try to outdo your excitement yet, you still have to get married."

It was true enough. Antonio, though, felt as calm as he had earlier and was not worried. If all this did was inform Francis that he would rather have Lovino hiccuping than Francis kissing him, that was good enough.

Ready for me, Lovino? I'm ready, I've been ready, for this. For you.


Notes:

"Dime!" = "Tell me!"

Antonio socking Francis in the face is probably the highlight of my fanfic writing career. Whether I did it well or not, just having it happen makes me feel accomplished. Especially since Francis did not deserve it (in my eyes). Maybe a talking to and a warning, but definitely not a punch in the face.

You people had voted that the story you most wanted to see next was more with Antonio and Lovino, so I wrote it. Look up the seventh chapter of Hearth for it!