AN: Here's some good news. We now are almost caught back up on characters. We have another America, Canada, and Russia now. And we found a Latvia! He's one of the hardest characters to find for cosplays, and we managed! Our Lithuania's girlfriend is our Latvia..and yes, that was a very awkward conversation...

Moving on.

To those who reviewed:

ThatRandomReview: She's probably our Grandpa Rome's favorite, just because he's a git like that.

Luvrainluv: I update when I can..which is a lot less than before, since we're doing more cosplays this year, and it takes more time to plan after school and stuff..And don't worry, I could understand perfectly.

MrNere88: Lucky you. Thankfully, it's fading into a tan now..mind, I miss my albino-pale skin! And that is definitely true!

Enjoy.

When Lovino got off work that night, Antonio was sitting outside on the curb waiting on him. The Italian rolled his eyes and said goodbye to his coworkers before heading over to Antonio's side.

The Spaniard got up when he heard Lovino approach and moved to wrap the smaller boy in a tight hug. "Nice evening, I hope?"

Lovino nodded. "Of course it was. I'm back home now."he responded, leaning up to steal a kiss. He knew he was acting oddly, he never acted sappy like this. But he was glad to be back with the others again. And he was glad to be back around Antonio.

Being in Italy had taken a lot out of Lovino. He wasn't used to direct influences from the mafia anymore. And that was what he'd had to put up with, as well as random insults being shouted at him in Italian the entire time he was there.

He was glad to be back where he was loved and accepted. Because even he needed to be reminded of that.

Antonio smiled softly when Lovino backed away again. "Let's get back, yeah?"

Lovino nodded quietly.

When the two made it back, Lovino was greeted with his brother grabbing his hand and pulling him into the kitchen, talking in quick Italian.

Antonio smiled faintly and joined the others in the living room floor. "So what was that about?"
Ludwig rolled his eyes. "Feli is making pasta again. He wanted Lovino to help him."he said softly.

Antonio nodded in understanding and the subject was dropped.

During dinner that night, Lovino got his guitar out, at Feliciano's request, and started playing random songs. He had eaten at work already, anyways, so it didn't bother him too much.

After the longest time of silence from the last bit of playing, Gilbert spoke. "Why don't you sing something you want to say to your parents for us, Lovi?"he asked. "We could record it and send it to them..just the audio and stuff."

Lovino met his gaze and shook his head. "Nah."he said softly. "That's not the best idea.."

Raivis rolled his eyes. "Once."he commented. "C'mon. You were always talking about standing up for yourself to others back in our mafia days, now how about you practice what you preach?"

Lovino looked at him in shock before he grinned and nodded. "Alright, then. That's fair."

As such, as soon as everyone finished eating and had cleaned their mess up, Gilbert got his phone out and set a audio recording up.

Lovino waited until he got a nod from the Prussian before he started playing.

The song was soft, surprisingly, and it was heartfelt, which really startled everyone. They hadn't expected it.

However, they'd come to realize that they couldn't really expect anything from Lovino, because he changed his mind as much as the weather changed. He was never the same throughout. It was a challenge to keep up with at first, but they'd all had enough practice to be able to do it.

Feliciano smiled as he listened. He'd missed this side of his brother. Back before things got tough for them, this was how his brother had always been with him. And he had been lost when it all stopped and changed. Because he had been used to his brother being open and kind, then he'd shifted into someone who was cold and closed off.

He was glad that Lovino was getting a bit of his old self back now. Because he did deserve to be happy. And it seemed that that would finally happen now.

So, I gotta go. I've got the writing test tomorrow. I do not look forward to that system of torture.

Ciao.