It had been a few days and although he would never admit it out loud, Lovino was actually enjoying this whole "friends with benefits" sort of thing he had with Gilbert. And Gilbert certainly didn't seem to mind it either. The only issue was Antonio was furious at his friend. One night they were both drinking, and usually Lovino had been drinking just enough to get him more loosie goosie before they did anything since he decided he didn't want to have sex with him entirely sober. But tonight he ended up finishing the whole bottle of wine himself and was downright drunk.

He was in the middle of drunkenly making out with Gilbert and letting the man rub his lower half over his pants, when his phone started ringing. It was Antonio and usually he didn't answer and just tossed the phone to the side, but this time he decided to sit up and answer. "Toni?" he asked softly. He listened to him for a minute, wobbling while he was upright. "Y-Yeah, hold on." he muttered and got up, walking up to the room, leaving Gilbert in the living room. He sighed and sat up, not being drunk at all after just one beer, and wondered what they were talking about.

Up in the bedroom the drunk Lovino was crying into the phone. "Why did you have to get me so fucking pissed off at you?" he asked and flopped onto the bed. "What? Of course I've been drinking idiote. You really think I can sleep with Gilbert sober?"

On the other end of the call Antonio sighed. "Why are you sleeping with him anyway? I thought you already got back at me…"

"Because he keeps me from thinking about you and your stupid face and your stupid smile and how stupid I am for still being in love with you." he muttered. "I can't trust you but I miss you… I miss you so fucking much…"

They were talking for almost an hour when Gilbert got a little worried. There was no shouting, he couldn't hear Lovino at all actually. He walked up to check on him but when he got to the door of the closed bedroom he could hear soft panting and a mix of Spanish and Italian. He could definitely recognize a few swear words and some phrases like "I want you" and I love you" He peeked in and blushed to see Lovino still on the phone, but very preoccupied with his eyes softly shut.

"Toni…~"

With that his heart dropped into his stomach and he went back downstairs. He knew he shouldn't have any reason to be this upset, he knew that they would be back together eventually, but still. He knew he shouldn't have let himself fall for him, but he did and so he pulled three more beers out of the pantry, knowing he would need them. He spent the rest of the evening drinking and thinking about what he saw. Lovino never came back down, he probably fell asleep after the phone sex with the man who was supposed to be his ex boyfriend. Gilbert eventually just fell asleep on the couch, drunk and upset.

The next morning Lovino woke up with a massive hangover and looked around. The bed was still neatly made from the day before,one of the few very pleasant things about Gilbert, and he was the only one in it. He looked to his side and noticed his cell phone sitting there, and then memories of last night came flooding in. "Damn it…" he muttered and got up to take a shower and get dressed. He came downstairs to see Gilbert passed out on the couch, and was a little shocked to see the ten empty bottles sitting on the coffee table.

He quietly started making breakfast until Gilbert woke up and groaned. But that's what happens the morning after drinking ten bottles of beer, you get hungover. He continued working in awkward silence for a while, but finally spoke up. "I'm sorry for taking the bedroom last night and leaving you on the couch…" he said softly.

He sat up and ran a hand through his hair. "It's fine…" he muttered. Hearing that sent a chill down his spine. He's never seen this man anything but loud and annoying, is this what he's always like hungover?

"I'm making something ridiculously greasy today, that should help with what all that beer did to you." he smirked. Gilbert just ignored him, still thinking about what he saw. "Alright, what the fuck is wrong with you this morning?" he asked and slammed his knife onto the cutting board. "Is this because I stayed over without having sex with you last night?"

He rolled his eyes. "Why don't you just go back to living with Antonio? I heard you two making up last night."

Lovino's face went red. "Y-You heard that?... Well, I mean, I was drunk. and I'm still pissed at him, so no, we haven't made up yet…" he said and frustratedly continued chopping.

Gilbert was quiet for a while later and then softly spoke again. "Then go find someone else to use." he sighed.

He heard that and he froze. "What?" he asked softly.

"I don't want this anymore alright? Just go either make up with Antonio or find someone else to use."

"I-I'm not using you…" he stuttered.

"Well what are you doing? It's not like I'm your boyfriend, and you don't have any feelings for me. If I remember right you hate me."

"You said this was okay!"

"That's only because I like you, and was dumb enough to think maybe just maybe you would get over Antonio!"

"Oh shut up, you don't like me, you like my brother! I'm just the next best thing!"

"That's not true!"

"Yes it fucking is!" he yelled and walked out of the kitchen to grab Gilbert's phone. "Want me to prove it? I bet I can call Francis or Ludwig right now and they'd tell me." he glared and Gilbert got oddly nervous.

"H-Hey, don't go through my phone!"

"Where's that pervert's numb-" he got quiet and his eyes widened.

Gilbert's face went even paler than normal.

"...Why didn't you say anything about this?" he asked in a shaky voice.

"I-I didn't think, I just…" he muttered, feeling guilty.

Lovino teared up and stared at the texts on Gilbert's phone.

*1:43 am* "lovi cajme to pcik me up! i lve him sso muvh. ditd you lryeaady head home?"

*3:57 am* "gil, thayt wasn't lovino. i messed up. i messed up really badly."

*4:03 am* "I found a cab to take me home, I hope he's asleep. I'll try to explain in the morning."

*5:16 am* "he kicked me out… Can I come over?"

"You knew it wasn't his fault… You knew this whole fucking time." he muttered and put the phone down. "I have to go talk to my boyfriend." he shoved past him and walked upstairs to pack his bags.

((So I know I said less sad… Whoops… But hey, Lovino and Antonio are gonna be happy again! And now it's Gilbert's turn to have messed up. I think I might end up wrapping this up either next chapter or the one after that.

Also, yes, this story revolves around sex because it's it's about a sexual type thing that happened. Yes relationships have a lot more involved, but when sex is a part of that relationship, especially a big part, (because when you're dealing with two characters like Spain and Romano it is a big part of that relationship) there's a very very high level of trust that needs to be there. When you have sex with someone you love, it's because you're trusting them with the most venerable parts of your body and your emotions. When one person betrays that trust (or only appears to in this case), that's one of the worst things you can do to a person. It'd be like if you were trusting them to take care of your pet kitten (because you love them and trust them with that pet kitten)and after saying they would, they drop kick it like a football. Sure, the two of you might have other things going on in your life, but they just drop kicked your kitten. You're kinda gonna focus all your attention on that. As much fun as it is writing an angsty story, this story is about when you make really, really stupid mistakes that involve sex. Like assuming someone cheated without listening to them, thinking an eye for an eye is a good idea, thinking you won't get caught lying to someone you have a crush on, etc. Sorry for the parent talk and saying sex so much in one paragraph, but look, this is kind of an important thing to me. Okay?))