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Chapter 6

Antonio was reluctant to return to his dorm after winter vacation. He hadn't spoken to Alfred since their fight four weeks ago. Truth be told, he was still angry at the American. He had a feeling Alfred was still mad at him too. Regardless, he wanted to make peace with his roommate. They still had 5 months to live together and he wanted to them to be as peaceful as possible.

He walked into his room slowly, stomach knotting up in anxiety. He released a breath he had been holding. All thoughts of making up with his friend flew out the window when he took sight of Alfred making out with Arthur on Antonio's bed. Jealousy and rage intermixed inside of Antonio and he swore loudly in Spanish, catching the couple's attention.

"T-Toni…" Alfred said breathlessly.

Antonio stormed out of the room. He couldn't believe Alfred; making out with his boyfriend on his bed! On. His. Bed.

"Tonio? Are you okay, cher?" Francis asked as Antonio walked past him towards the elevator. He reached out and grabbed the Spaniard's arm to stop him from leaving.

"No." Antonio huffed, trying to free his arm from Francis' hold.

"Talk to me, mon ami. Don't stew in your anger." Francis said softly. Antonio's shoulders slumped and he nodded. "Let's go talk in my room." He took Antonio's hand and pulled him back down the hall to his dorm room. Neither of them noticed that Alfred had come out of his room and was watching them.

Francis had been right; talking had helped Antonio feel a tiny bit better but he was in no way better enough to go back to his own room. "I am going to be staying with you and Gil tonight." The Spaniard told Francis as the pair made their way down to the dining hall.

"That's fine with me, Tonio. I don't mind sharing my bed with you~" Francis cooed.

"Shush, frog." Antonio laughed a little and smacked Francis' head. "Let's hurry before the line gets really long."

Francis snickered and nodded in agreement. Soon the pair were sitting down with a tray full of dining hall food.

"Ah, I am going to miss my mother's food." Francis said mournfully.

"Me too. I miss my tomato plants," Antonio sighed. "It was great being back home for a few weeks wasn't it?"

"Oui, it was. I want to go back, Tonio!" Francis pretended to cry. He looked up when Antonio didn't reply and frowned when he noticed Alfred standing right behind him. "Hello, Alfred…"

Alfred either ignored him or didn't hear him. He was too busy looking at Antonio who had narrowed his eyes. Francis noticed the Spaniard gripping his fork way too tightly.

"Antonio? Can I talk to you privately?" Alfred looked at Francis pointedly.

"Oh I think I see a friend over there…" Francis pointed in a random direction. He was a little afraid of the American and didn't want to anger him even more. He quickly excused himself and Alfred took his place at the table.

"Que quieres?" Antonio asked dully, not really caring that Alfred didn't understand what he was saying. He would make this as difficult for the blond as possible. He stabbed his Caesar salad with his fork but didn't eat any of it.

Alfred cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his head. "I'm really sorry about what happened earlier. That was hella rude. It's not how I wanted to greet you when you got back."

"You were with him. On my bed. That was more than rude, Alfred. That was disgusting." Antonio said coldly, forgetting that had chosen to only speak Spanish.

"I know. I know, Toni. I messed up and I'm really sorry. There's no excuse and I know it. I wasn't even thinking when it happened. I'm sorry. Please forgive me?" Alfred pleaded.

Antonio turned his head, a neutral expression overtaking his features.

"…Antonio?" Alfred spoke up after a long, tense silence.

Antonio pursed his lips and looked contemplatively down at his salad. "I'll think about it." He finally said. "I'm still mad about the last thing you said to me."

"Okay, I understand." Alfred sighed in relief.

"Is Arthur still here?" Antonio asked quietly.

"Um…yeah. He's supposed to leave tomorrow." Alfred said hesitantly.

"Fine." Antonio could feel himself getting angry again. "I'll come back to the room tomorrow then. And Alfred, stay away from my side of the room."

"Of course!" Alfred said quickly and stood up. "Thank you, Toni. I'll leave you alone now."

"That would be great, gracias." Antonio said curtly.

Alfred turned to walk away but suddenly he stopped. "I'm sorry, Toni. I really missed you." Antonio's head shot up but Alfred was walking away again.

"I missed you too…" He mumbled dejectedly, watching him leave the hall.

"No offense, Toni but you're kinda being a drag right now." Gilbert stated as the trio walked back to the room forty minutes later. The German had joined Francis and Antonio halfway through their dinner and then the friends had decided some fresh air would do Antonio some good.

"I'm sorry for being upset about the fact that the guy I like is probably making out with his high school sweetheart in my room." Antonio said dully, sticking out his foot to trip Gilbert.

"Hello, Antonio." A familiar voice greeted coldly. Antonio's eyes widened. Arthur was standing less than a foot away.

"What are you doing out here?" Antonio asked nervously. "Where is…?"

"I had to make a quick call. I'll be returning to my high school sweetheart shortly."

"Great. Great. You two enjoy yourselves." Antonio let Francis and Gilbert drag him away.

"Mierda!" Antonio swore when he was in his friends' room. "He heard me, didn't he? He knows I like Alfred and he is going to tell him and Alfred is going to be freaked out and will never talk to me again." He paced back and forth as if that would help.

"Relax, cher. I am positive that rosbif will not say anything! It would not be in his best interest to do so." Francis assured Antonio.

"Ja! Don't worry! Bushy Brows won't say nothin'!" Gilbert agreed. "He probably hates your guts now though. If he didn't already."

Francis and Antonio shot him dirty looks. "You really don't think he'll say anything though?" Antonio asked, turning his attention to Francis.

"Believe me. He won't say anything to Alfred." Francis said confidently. Antonio groaned softly and laid face down on Francis' bed.

"Remember when Toni used to be the happy cheerful one?" Gilbert mumbled under his breath, only to be elbowed by the Frenchman who nodded discreetly afterwards.