A/N: OK, this is a totally late update since, I'm not really sure if I would add this or not. Anyway, I do hope that you would like this and sorry for the errors.

Extra: His Lost, His Tears, His Treasure

"Two friggin' consecutive losses...Damn, this sucks!"

It was unbearable for Team Italy to lose for the second time, this time against Uruguay, 1-0, with Uruguay leading. Just after their first victory in World Cup against England, they had their first lost after losing against Costa Rica, 1-0. It sucked too much, and it sucked even more now that they lost against the Uruguayans. It was unbelievable. For Lovino Vargas, the older brother of the Vargas Brothers, it was the worst.

"Waah~! I can't believe that we lost!" Feliciano Vargas, the younger brother, cried loudly as his knees were on the ground.

Lovino can't look at his fratellino crying. He just can't for, he knew that if he stared at him for too long, he might end up crying, too. He bit his lower lip, trying to prevent himself from crying. But still, he couldn't help himself. The day before a certain someone's match, he just wished that bastardo good luck in his match and he won. It seems that bastardo's charm and words weren't enough for Lovino and his whole team to win today. It was probably because, it wasn't their day now.

That evening, on the day before Lovino's match and the day when Team Spain earned their first victory. During that time, Lovino was just making himself comfortable on his couch while eating a tomato. He is being his usual self during that time, being easy-going as ever, for he knew very well that they would win. Although, he is aware that Costa Rica is a strong team, he knew that he needs to win to be part of the Round of Sixteen.

While staying comfortable and watching the news, he heard his own phone vibrating on the table. He annoyingly grabbed his phone and checked what it was.

"A message?" he thought. Who would send a message to him at 7:45 pm? Annoyed as he was, he checked his inbox for any new messages. He was then, surprised as a familiar name showed up. As he was about the checked the message, knocking noises were heard from behind. He grumbled annoyingly as he lazily stood up and went for the door. Much to his annoyance, a wide smile from Antonio Carriedo Fernandez greeted him.

Antonio Carriedo Fernandez, or simply Antonio, is a midfielder and the ace of Team Spain. That morning, they had their victory against Australia, 3-0. After the match, he was interviewed by a news writer about their victory. During that interview, he was asked about his inspiration. At first, he is planning to answer it but in the end, he hesitated.

"¡Hola, Lovi~!" Antonio beamed a smile to Lovino, much to the latter's annoyance.

"What do you want, you bastardo?" The Italian raised an eyebrow at the Spaniard, looking annoyed as he always was. "And also, stop calling me, 'Lovi'! It's freaking annoying!"

It is unknown about why Lovino is always angry and always annoyed about Antonio. It's probably in his foul-mouthed and bad nature but, he doesn't really hate that so-called "tomato bastardo". Whatever the reason is, Lovino only knew that Antonio's Spanish smile is way too annoying, plus the latter gave him a stupid nickname.

"Aww~! Why would I? I find it so cute!" Antonio puffed his cheeks as he pouted but then, his smiled return. "Anyway, can I come in?"

"You better tell me you fudging business first." Lovino gave Antonio the scariest glare he could give but, it seemed ineffective.

"I just want to talk to you about your match tomorrow!"

"Hmph! You better make sure that isn't a damn lie."

"Why would I lie to you in the first place?"

"So that you can do dirty things to me again!"

"What are you talking about, Lovi~? We promised that we can only sleep each other once a week."

Lovino sighed before he continued. It seemed that Antonio hadn't forgotten their promise. As Antonio stated, they will only sleep once a week since they don't have much time to spend with each other. Since they are from different teams, they have their own hectic schedule. "Good thing that you remembered that damn promise. Now, get your ass in!"

"¡Gracías, Lovi~!"

"Tch! Whatever!" Annoyed as he was, Lovino stepped aside as Antonio made his way in Lovino's living room and putted down a box of some sort. Lovino then, joined with Antonio at the couch and the two of them watched TV together.

"The hell is in that box?" Lovino asked annoyingly, as he pointed at the pink-and-white striped box with a red ribbon tied.

"Oh! That's our little dessert for this evening!"

"Our little dessert?" Lovino always didn't like the word 'our' when it comes to food, especially when Antonio is involved. It's not because he hates sharing, he just doesn't really want to eat with someone, especially Antonio, who is someone precious to him. It's just that whenever he is going to eat with that guy, he starts feeling weird that, he can't even explain what feeling it is.

"¡Sí! You'll see!" Antonio untied the ribbon and removed the cover, revealing one whole of strawberry shortcake.

"The hell! It's just some cake!" Lovino looked disinterested but, he really think it's delicious. Strawberry shortcakes are one of the most popular deserts in the world. To think that there are strawberry shortcakes in Brazil is not quite surprising at all.

"It's not just some cake, Lovi!" Antonio got a fork and sliced the cake. He then, cut a little piece from the slice. "Here! Say, 'Aah~!'"

"I'm not some sort of kid to get fed by other people, you idiota!" Lovino somehow noticed that his face is slowly getting warmer than before.

"Come on, now! Don't be shy, Lovi! Just say, 'Aah~!'"

Lovino, who is still annoyed about it, decided to go with the flow instead. He knew that his face was turning red but since, their only source of light was from the TV, there's no way that Antonio would notice it somehow. Lovino then, slowly opened his mouth. "Aah~!"

Antonio then, fed Lovino the little piece of cake. The cake tasted delicious but for Lovino, it somehow tasted better than he thought it would be after being fed by Antonio. Still, Lovino snapped his thoughts, shaking his head.

"What the hell am I thinking!? Am I an idiot!?" Lovino kept these thoughts in his mind as he lowered his head, not looking at Antonio. The latter somehow noticed this and moved a little closer to the Italian.

"Something wrong, Lovi?" Antonio looked curiously at Lovino's face but, their eyes can't meet. "Look at me, Lovi."

Lovino was surprised from hearing those simple words. It's just that he can't really look at Antonio properly. Everything just felt awkward and embarrassing for him. He just couldn't understand at all. His heart is starting to beat so fast and he is starting to feel weird again. But for some unknown reason, Antonio saw right through into Lovino's heart.

"I guess, I have no choice..." Antonio held Lovino by his chin and raised his head. Antonio could see his reddened face. He chuckled to himself. "You look so cute now, Lovi~."

He kissed Lovino at the lips. The latter always knew though, that when Antonio would kiss him, his mouth is partly opened. Antonio savored his moment as his tongue slowly moved inside the wet cavern, continuing to tease Lovino's tongue for more. From that moment, Lovino lost his strength as Antonio pinned him down on the couch. Then, they slowly parted. Lovino knew that his heart was about to burst during that time.

"I guess I might be breaking our promise."

"You better not, idiota! Or I'll kill you!"

Antonio just chuckled to himself as he embraced Lovino in his arms. In the process, Antonio tousled the Italian's fluffy reddish-brown hair. He then, whispered to the Italian's ear.

"Buena suerte, Lovi."

Lovino was surprised from the Spaniard's words. He then, finally remembered that he has a match to win once more before their team is eliminated. Lovino, hugged Antonio tightly back.

"Fine! I'll make sure that we will win tomorrow! Better remember that, bastardo!"

Tears slowly fell from Lovino's eyes. He didn't realize that he's crying. He couldn't take it anymore. He broke his promise from last night and he regretted it. He had never thought that he had broke his promise. And now, he doesn't even know how many promises have he broke. He wiped away his tears. He doesn't want to let everyone show that weak side of his.

"Lovi!"

Hearing that someone was calling for him, Lovino looked behind. He then, saw a familiar person rushing towards him. That person then, hugged him. That person was no other than Antonio himself. He was right there at the bench where Team Italy was. He watched the game and kept on cheering for Lovino. With a little help from his coach and Juan, Antonio was able to attend the match and completely blended with the crowd.

"What the hell are you doing here, you bastardo? Aren't you supposed to be leaving today?"

"I asked permission from my coach. He told me to do whatever I want so, I came."

"And how the hell did your hair get that long?"

"It's just a wig. Juan let me borrowed it so that, I can blend perfectly with the crowd."

Lovino bit his lower lip once more, clenching his fists. He just stopped crying a few moments ago but now, it seemed that he wanted to cry again. He then, found himself hugging Antonio and crying once again.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I broke my promise last night! I'm sorry for being overconfident! I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!"

Lovino kept on apologizing and crying in front of Antonio. He looked helpless but, Antonio simply smiled to himself and hugged the Italian player. He tousled the Italian's hair the same way he did last night. Lovino then, felt someone's lips touching his forehead. He already knew that it was Antonio, kissing him.

"It's alright, Lovi. Just stop crying. No matter what happens, you're always the winner for me."

A/N: OK, so that was a quick finish. Well then, hope you will like it and sorry for any errors.

Translations:

~Italian~
fratellino - younger brother
bastardo - bastard
tomato bastardo - tomato bastard
idiota - idiot

~Spanish~
¡Hola, Lovi~! - Hello, Lovi~!
¡Gracías, Lovi~! - Thank you, Lovi~!
¡Sí! - Yes!
Buena suerte, Lovi. - Good luck, Lovi.