I think everything will be Lovino from now on.

Just so you know we'll be wrapping this up pretty soon.

Maybe another chapter or two then an Epilogue... (Are two part Epilogues a thing? I think it's gonna have two of them...)

Thanks for all of the beautiful reviews, you beautiful people.

Chapter 39: Beauty in renewal

My life had fallen apart in nearly fifteen minutes. Now I was back in Rome with my idiot brother, his potato husband, and my adorable (but still half-German) niece. As well as my sweet baby boy who was probably the only reason I hadn't completely broken down into tears. Even this little eight week old infant can keep me sane. Who knew?

After Feliciano's little chat and speech he gave me, I finally got Dantè to fall asleep since he hasn't slept well either since we arrived here. I know why I can't, since the bed is too cold in this damn December cold snap that decided to come around. Hell there was even frost on the ground when I looked out of the window this morning.

I didn't even fucking care about the heat, I turned that shit up and the other two would have to deal with it. Since this is technically my house anyway.

Anyway, by now it was getting pretty close to dinner time when a note was slid under my door. It was from Feliciano.

Dress nice and be ready for a surprise.

Little bastard. What the hell was he planning? Probably something stupid. I listened anyway, and got dressed in something more than my pajamas. (No I haven't changed today because fuck you)

Emerging from the room with Dantè in my arms I noticed that no one else was dressed up but me. Feliciano was standing at the end of the hallway with this gigantic grin on his Potato Bastard was there too with Emalyn. Even he was smiling a little bit.

"What's going on here?" I asked. Feliciano held out his arms to take Dantè from me without a word. I watched as he did so speechless. The couple in front of me exchanged a nod and moved out of the way.

Behind them was a very nicely dressed Spaniard. He was wearing his best suit and an apologetic smile. He took a nervous step towards me and extended a hand. "Lovino Vargas, with your permission I would like to take you on a real date to make up for the past week I have lived without you."

I covered my mouth with one had and looked at him. My eyes darted to Feliciano who was smiling very wide. "Don't worry, we'll take care of him." He whispered.

Taking Antonio's hand in mine, he gently pulled me closer. Wrapping his arms around me he kissed my cheek and buried his face in my neck. "I'm so sorry." He sobbed out. "I didn't mean to say what I said the way I said it. I knew you were upset and I put salt on the wound. Please forgive me."

I hugged him back and nodded. "I can't stay mad at you." I whimpered out.

Somewhere behind me I heard Germany clear his throat. "Shouldn't you two be going now?"

Antonio nodded. "Right! We have reservations in thirty minutes. Let's go, mi amor."

And with that. Everything seemed perfectly okay.

Dinner had went well.

Actually that was an understatement.

Dinner went so well that I now found myself being pushed down onto a hotel room bed by my fiancè. Antonio climbed on the bed over me and kissed my neck lovingly.

"Tonight is all ours, amor~" He purred and kissed my lips gently. "Your brother will take good care of Dantè." Antonio began to kiss down my jawline.

"It still feels weird. We just-" I gasped when he lightly bit down on a very sensitive spot. "Leave him there while we run off and do this~" Antonio didn't stop what he was doing at all. My shirt was unbuttoned and spread out beneath me and my jacket was somewhere on the floor.

Antonio growled and kissed me to shut me up as one of his hands began working at my pants. "Relax, Lov. It will all be okay. Feliciano was completely fine with my plan. He even came up with it. Alright?"

I nodded in response as my pants were removed form my body. I kept my eyes locked on Antonio's. He was being calm and careful as he could. Just like the first time we did this back in Spain a few years ago. That being said, he still wasted no time making sure neither of use were left with any clothes on by this point.

Antonio spares no time with that. The real time taking begins when he softly presses his lips to my neck. Each kiss intensifying, moving downwards from my law. I was pretty sure I would be covered in marks tomorrow morning, but at the moment I was to focused on every move that was made.

He began to trail kisses down my torso, slowly moving towards the one place that was begging for attention. He stopped when he reached a certain point and looked up at my face.

"I didn't realize the scar was so bad." He whispered. "Does it hurt?"

I shook my head. "Not anymore than any other scars I've had."

Antonio nodded before continuing lower. I moaned shamelessly when his mouth finally reached- well you know. I had missed this. Oh how I missed this in those eight weeks, and however more there were before that.

Not sex itself. Nope. I missed feeling how carefully he treated every move. How skilled he was in making me feel good. I missed the love he put into it when we were together like this, the feeling of wholeness we both shared. It was beautiful. There was a reason other nations envied our sex life. Even the few details that slip out of Antonio's mouth was enough to make most of them blush... including me.

He always prepared me slowly, making sure that any pain to be avoided was avoided. He made it all look so easy, and it felt so good. Sometimes I'd find myself wondering if I was as good a partner as he was. But then I shake it from my head because Italian's are the best lovers. If a non-Italian was this good than I must be fucking amazing. No pun intended.

"Don't worry, I brought protection." He said with a chuckle as he leaned up and kissed me softly.

"Good. If I get pregnant again then I won't hesitate to cut your fucking balls off." I replied, smirking a little. My threat came out a little raspy from my lack of breath. It was hard to speak at the moment. Part of me had somehow forgotten how good it feels to be held like this.

"Te amo, Lovino." Antonio whispered softly in my ear.

"Ti amo, Antonio."

Sorry once again for this... But hey...

I figured I owed you SOMETHING after that...

So yeah.