Oh my God, I haven't been on in so long! I'm so grateful to everyone who's read this story and I'd love it if people still read it, though I would understand if you didn't since I've been gone forever. Anyways, Enjoy! And sorry for any typos.

I Do Not Own Hetalia, Nor The Songs Used.

The kitchen air filled with the scents of food cooking as Lovino and Antonio walked around, checking on and fixing their dinner creations as needed. They had been at Vlad's house for almost a month now, and life was becoming a regular thing there: cooking breakfast early in the morning, and dinner just as it was getting dark, but The Magic Club's meetings every week were still a bit unnerving for Lovino.

Antonio had become attached to his Ipod with all it's musical memories and it made him even cheerier every day, if that was even possible. Leaping up to sit on the counter, Lovino watched Antonio dance around with his headphones in, occasionally checking in the oven to see if his pizza was ready. A contagious smile was glued to his face, and he finally announced, "Dinner's ready~!" The Spaniard carefully pulled the cheesy meal out of the oven, turning around to set it on the counter beside Lovino. "Looks delicious," Lovino commented, licking his lips. Nodding his head to agree, Antonio pulled his headphones from his ears and wrapped them around the black screen of his Ipod, and gazing at the Italian with big eyes.

"Have you been watching me, Lovi?~" He asked, smirking." Maybe~," Lovino replied, sticking his tongue out playfully. "What song were you listening to? You seemed to really like it." Antonio smiled joyfully, grabbing a pizza cutter and slicing the pie into long triangular pieces. "I'll let you listen to it after dinner," he answered. "Ok," Lovino shrugged, picking up a warm pizza slice. "You know, the last time we ate pizza was before all this happened..." Antonio's smile seemed to falter for a second as he said that, giving a small nod of acknowledgement as he whispered something to himself. Lovino tilted his head to the side questioningly, but he received no explanation so he just sighed, frowning a bit and picking up a few plates.

"Well, I'm gonna go tell Vlad that it's ready..." Again, Antonio just nodded, focusing his attention on the pizza. After Lovino left the room, he glanced back at the door with sorry eyes...

Dinner seemed to drag on. Vlad and Antonio made small talk: questioning about the weather or a current event that Lovino had not been aware of. He just sat in one of Vlad's wooden dinner table chairs, looking down at his plate in silence as he ate.

Damn bastard, why is he ignoring me all of a sudden?

After he had finished, the Italian picked up his plate and brought it to the kitchen sink before retreating to his room in the basement. The overly-cushioned bed had become a comfortable place for him through his time here, and he flopped onto it tiredly as he reached the room. He felt like crying, but his regular self's internal thoughts held back the tears. Did Antonio not like him any more? What had happened to them. He flipped over onto his back to stare at he blank ceiling, his mind jumbled with depressing thoughts that threatened to cause a river of tears to stream from his eyes. Just as he was about to give in to his sadness, Antonio entered the room, picking up his suitcase at the door and setting it on the bed, avoiding direct eye contact. "Hey Lovi," he said, trying to sound as cheery as possible. He pulled out a long sleeve green shirt and a pair of jeans. " I'm going to take a shower...if you don't mind?" Lovino sat up, forcing a small smile. "No, it's no problem." Antonio nodded. "Thanks." He walked across the small room to the bathroom door, then paused for a second. Remembering something, he pulled his Ipod out of his pocket and turned it on, flipping through the songs. Once he found the song he had been listening to while cooking he smiled, then in the same quick motion tried to hit pause while throwing it on the bed. He didn't know it until later, but he had slipped up and hit shuffle instead...

The Ipod plopped onto the bed near Lovino, the ear buds slightly unraveled, and Antonio enter the bathroom. The sound of water running was heard. Once he was sure Antonio was in the shower, Lovino grabbed the Ipod and clicked the screen on, putting the headphones in his ears. it was a song he'd never heard of before.

"..All the feelings that I get...But I still don't miss you yet..."

The picture displayed on the bright screen read "Three Days Grace" as the Artist. This didn't sound like a very happy song. This was the song Antonio had been listening to while cooking?

"Only when i stop to think about it...I! Hate! Ev-ery-thing a-bout you! Why! Do I, love you?!"

Now the tears really did start to fall. So he'd been lying all this time? He really doesn't love me..The Ipod's screen had illuminated dots of water on it now and Lovino hit the pause button on the song, setting the device on the bed.

Fucking Asshole! How could he lie to me for so long? He really doesn't love me...

Lovino grabbed a pen and notepad from inside the dresser beside the bed and messily wrote a quick note, placing it beside the Ipod. He slid his shoes and Jacket on, zipping the jacket all the way up to complete it's "Haters Gonna Hate" Tomato image and pulled the hood tightly over his head. He darted up the stairs, past Vlad who was washing dishes in the kitchen and to the from door. "Lovino, where are you going?" Vlad questioned curiously. He ignored him, yanking the door open and slamming it behind him as he left, causing the house to tremble for a brief second. The cold air stung the Italian's tear-stained face, but he didn't seem to even notice. His mind was set as he ran through the snowy streets.

Sorry if it was too short, I was trying to get it done fast! I'm going to try to write a few more stories soon, and continue this one, too, so it would be awesome if you read 'em! Thanks Anyways, Readers!