A/N: Hello! Here's the new chapter... Think of it as a late valentines day gift? Although it's probably not the gift you've been hoping for...

Oh, and did you guys know that there's people that have drawn pictures based off of this fic?! I didn't know it until I googled it and pictures came up! I was so excited! I can't believe people actually think this is good enough to draw pictures based off of it!

Okay, well I don't own hetalia (you already know that), so yeah. Disclaimer.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Lovino asked Francis, a doubtful look clear on his face. "I thought the hospital said..."

Francis quickly cut him off with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Mon ami, I am a doctor," he said in a haughty tone. "Which means I work for a hospital, which means I'm part of the hospital, which means I am the hospital, sort of, so what I says cancels out whatever the rest of the hospital said before," he stated in a firm tone.

Lovino sighed and tried not to roll his eyes as he stepped out of the elevator. "Well, are you sure he can stomach all this shit? He's been eating hospital food for a while now..." Lovino said, concern and doubt evident in his tone. Francis smiled as he patted his back.

"Well, if I recall correctly, he did stomach those tomatoes pretty good," he said cheerfully.

The Italian blushed and muttered something not even he could make out underneath his breath. Stupid doctor.

Francis laughed and ruffled Lovino's hair before opening the door to Antonio's room. Matthew turned to look at them, a smile on his face. Antonio beamed when he laid his eyes on Lovino. Gilbert was passed out on the bed, snoring loudly.

Francis waltzed in, a smile on his face as he went over to Antonio and pinched his cheeks. "Toni! Guess what? Me and Lovino have a surprise for you!" He cooed, making Antonio giggle. Antonio had been improving at an incredible rate for the past couple of weeks. During that time Lovino had learned a lot about him.

He learned that Antonio didn't have any family that was alive. He learned that Antonio loved to dance. He learned that Antonio could play the guitar. He learned that Antonio's favorite color was red. He learned that Antonio's favorite animal was the bull. He learned a bunch of shit about Antonio that, he was pretty sure, no one else knew about him. Or rather, no one else bothered to know about him.

Whenever they had these conversations, Antonio always seemed to be happier after. Talking to Lovino about his past life seemed to help strengthen his will to recover and improve his speaking at the same time. Matthew admitted that Antonio would soon not need the Canadian therapist around, but he promised to visit with Gilbert whenever he could.

"W-what is i-it?" Antonio asked excitedly, practically bouncing in his seat. He still used his wheelchair for long distances, but he was working hard on learning how to walk again. Lovino had finally managed to convince the idiot to take baths by himself, as well as feed himself seeing as he could control his hands much better now.

"If I told you it wouldn't be much of a surprise, am I right mon ami?" Francis said, turning to walk by the bed and hitting Gilbert on his way, causing the albino to let out a yelp of surprise and fall off the bed.

Antonio pouted, looking at Lovino in hopes of getting him to spill but the Italian ignored him as he went behind him instead, gripping the handles of his wheelchair. Matthew stood up with a wider smile. "So me and Gilbert will meet you there, right?" He said softly, ignoring his boyfriend who was currently on the ground whining for attention.

Lovino nodded in affirmative, watching as Francis hung up his typical white doctor's uniform in the closet next to the bed, revealing his too tight jeans and silk shirt underneath. Lovino had already change out of his scrubs and was now donning a pair of dark jeans with a red button down (and no, he did not fucking pick red because it was Antonio's favorite color that was just a coincidence dammit).

"L-Lovi! Tell meeee!" Antonio pleaded as he rolled his head back to look up at Lovino, exaggerating his pout so he almost looked like some kind of fucked up fish.

"No," Lovino said flatly, flicking Antonio's nose and earning a whine of protest. "It's a surprise, isn't it? Now shut the fuck up and settle down," he ordered.

Antonio reluctantly obliged, watching as Matthew hauled Gilbert off the floor and pushed him out the door with a call of "See you later, eh?"

Francis waved them off before turning to Antonio. "Alright, time to get you changed, oui?"

"C-changed f-for whaaat?" Antonio asked, trying to sound demanding but completely failing.

"A surprise! Now come on. I'll pick out your otfit."

"I w-want Lovi t-to pick o-out m-my outfit."

"Why the fuck do I have to do to it?"

A meaningful look from Francis, a happy cheer from Antonio, and twenty minutes of wrestling Antonio into his new outfit (he refused to help unless he was told what the surprise was) later, they were ready to go. Lovino wheeled the sulking Spaniard out of the room and into the elevator.

"W-willll you t-tell me n-now?"

"No."

"Non."

Antonio let out an exaggerated huff and clumsily crossed his arms, forming his face into that ridiculous pout again as he was rolled out of the elevator and down the ramp leading to the outside.

"I-I'll r-run away," he threatened, causing Lovino and Francis to roll their eyes almost simultaneously.

"Yeah, good fucking luck with that, bastard. You don't think we could catch you?"

All Lovino got in response was a mix between a sigh, a grumble, and maybe a word or two in Spanish.

"Come on, Toni, stop being such a downer! You'll love this surprise, I promise. It even has tomatoes!" Francis said in an attempt to calm Antonio. It seemed to work, too. Antonio stopped pouting and relaxed his arms.

"T-tomatoes...?"

"Oui!" Francis said quickly. "Lots of them! But only if you behave."

Antonio let out a vague sound of agreement as he was rolled outside, his eyes immediately sparkling. Lovino knew the idiot loved going outside, but he had never been able to go out for long. Since Antonio had no family to visit him, he had nobody to take him out during visiting hours. Lovino knew Antonio would never admit it, but whenever he saw patients and their families outside the window he would feel lonely.

After talking to the hospital and making a few arrangements, he and Francis were finally able to plan this. Lovino could only hope that Antonio liked it.

Francis unlocked the hospital's transportation car, humming as he turned to Antonio, whose eyes had dimmed slightly. Both him and Lovino knew that, although Antonio wouldn't flip shit in cars anymore, he was still uneasy around them. As the Spaniard was loaded into the car Lovino quickly crawled in next to him to hold his hand.

"Don't worry, idiota, we're not driving far," he murmured, being uncharacteristically gentle (something that he found himself doing more and more often around Antonio) as he stroked his hand softly with his thumb. Antonio sent him a shaky smile and squeezed the Italian's hand softly.

"G-gracias, Lovi," Antonio murmured softly.

True to his word, they didn't have to stay in the car for long. No more than five minutes later Francis was already pulling over and parking. Antonio quickly turned his attention from Lovino's face to the window, which he hadn't looked out once since he got into the car.

"W-where-?"

"Come on, you're going to find out soon," Lovino quickly cut him off as Francis opened the back and helped them out. The Italian couldn't help but relax when he saw how Antonio's face completely lit up when he looked around.

"P-park!" He chirped excitedly.

Yup. They were at a park. It was a small one, but it was nice and well maintained. It was quiet now, seeing as it was the middle of the fucking day in the middle of the fucking week, but hey, that just made things better for their surprise.

Antonio looked around excitedly as they rolled him through the grass with some difficulty. Every once in a while he would point out something he hadn't seen in a while.

"D-dog!"

"P-pond!"

"Duck!"

Lovino couldn't help but feel annoyed and amused at the same time. Antonio was like a little kid all over again. After pushing him for a few minutes Antonio finally said something that sounded more confused than excited.

"G-gilly?"

Gilbert glanced up from the cooking sausages and grinned, waving his arms in an exaggerated manner and nearly hitting Ludwig in the face with his spatula. "Tonioooo! You're h-here! Finally!" He said cheerfully.

"Calm down!" Matthew and Ludwig said at the same time, although Ludwig sounded a lot more annoyed.

"Ve, Toni! Come on! We've been waiting!" Feliciano chirped excitedly, waving for Lovino to push the other faster while he uncovered a bowl of pasta with Bella's help.

"W-what...?" Antonio looked at the group of people in confusion. Matthew, Gilbert, Ludwig, Feliciano, and Bella were all sitting on a spread of blankets an assortment of different food spread out in front of them. Gilbert was cooking sausages on a portable barbecue, being supervised by Ludwig, who was sitting in front of a bowl of potato salad. Feliciano was surrounded by two bowls of pasta and a tray of cut up pizza. Bella was smiling brightly at them, a cut up cake next to her. Matthew was placing a bottle of syrup next to a stack of pancakes.

"It's a surprise for you, idiot," Lovino mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed as Francis went ahead to take out his macaroons. "We figured, you know, since you were doing so fucking well in recovering and you haven't been outside in a while and you are technically aloud to eat some food other than that hospital crap..." He trailed off, blushing.

Antonio tilted his head back to look at him, a warm smile on his face. "L-Lovi. I love i-it," he said warmly.

Lovino looked down and blushed darkly. "Whatever," he mumbled as he pushed Antonio closer to the blanket. Ludwig quickly stood up to help him out of the wheelchair.

Antonio smiled and sang a thank you as he sank down, looking around brightly at everyone. He and Bella had become closer after Lovino had to leave them alone for a few minutes so he could go process some of Antonio's blood work. When he came back they had been giggling and Lovino could've fucking sworn he heard his name, but both of them refused to tell him what they were talking about.

Lovino went to go sit down next to his brother, but a hand quickly shot out to hold onto his ankle. Lovino let out a yelp, nearly tripping. "Antonio, what the hell?"

Antonio didn't reply, he only let go of his ankle and patted the space next to him while giving Lovino a puppy dog look. Lovino blushed as he reluctantly trudged over to the spot, feeling everyone looking at him and distinctively hearing that Canadian bastard snicker.

As soon as he sat down, Lovino found himself being pulled flush against Antonio, who then turned to nuzzle the top of Lovino's hair. The Italian couldn't find it in himself to pull away, just because Antonio seemed so fucking happy, so he let the idiot hold him like that while Gilbert placed a sausage on a plate for Antonio, then another for Lovino despite the italian's protest against 'gross German food'.

As their plates got passed around, Lovino watched as they got stacked with pasta, pancakes, pizza, more pasta, potato salad (which earned a shriek from Lovino), cake, and macaroons. All of which, Lovino was sure, did not fucking go together. By the time their plates got to them they were over flowing and heavy with the food. Francis handed them some forks before everyone else started to serve themselves.

Antonio slowly and reluctantly pulled away from Lovino, although he stayed close as he shakily picked up his fork. Lovino honestly couldn't remember the last time he saw Antonio look so happy. And not just his fake, cover up smile, but genuinely happy.

Everyone chatted as they ate, talking about everything and anything. Antonio, for once, didn't talk much. He was too busy eating with such a blissful look on his face that no one wanted to try and get him to join in on the conversation. After everyone seemed to be full, Feliciano fished out a frisbee from a bag he had brought. "Luddy! Come on, you promised!" He said excitedly, bouncing in his seat.

Ludwig's face turned a light pink as he nodded. "Of course. Come on." The German awkwardly knelt in front of Feliciano with his back to him. Feliciano giggled happily and scrambled onto his back with Bella's help.

Gilbert laughed as Ludwig straightened up, an excited Feliciano perched on his back. "You're g-giving him a p-piggy b-back ride?" He snickered.

"It's for frisbee!" Feliciano sang as he waved the frisbee around.

"Frisbee? W-well the awesome m-me can beat you t-two any day!" Gilbert announced, suddenly scooping up a surprised Matthew and jostling him onto his back. "Charge!" He crowed, running towards Ludwig, ignoring his shout of 'Frisbee doesn't work like that!'

Francis sighed as he watched their albino friend chase after his brother, ignoring the panicked yells of the Canadian on his back. Lovino rolled his eyes at his brother, who was fucking giggling and laughing like this was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Idiota.

Suddenly, Bella jumped up and grabbed Francis' hand. "Hey! Come on, I bet we could win!"

"What?" Francis sputtered

"Come on!" The blonde nurse insisted, pulling Francis up and subtly inclining her head towards Antonio and Lovino.

"O-oh, oui! I bet we could win!" Francis quickly nodded in understanding and helped Bella climb onto his back. "Vive la France!" He exclaimed passionately while running towards the others.

Lovino rolled his eyes. "Fucking idiots," he mumbled affectionately as he leaned back on the blanket to watch the six of them run around, frisbee forgotten.

Antonio laughed softly next to him, leaning back close to Lovino. He had a content smile on his face as he watched them. "L-Lovi."

"Hm?" Lovino turned to face the other, his breath catching when he noticed how close they were. He could see his reflection in those emerald eyes, he could hear every soft breath Antonio took, he could lean over a few inches and connect their lips in a k-

Wait, what? Fuck. Why was Lovino thinking like that? A blush spread over his cheeks as he quickly lowered his eyes, only to feel soft fingers carefully nudge his chin up so Lovino would lift his eyes up again to meet Antonio's.

"Thank y-you," Antonio murmured softly before leaning forwards slightly. Lovino's eyes widened while the Spaniard's closed. Antonio was getting closer. Lovino could feel his warm breath against his lips. When he was less than a centimeter away Lovino squeezed his eyes shut, his cheeks red, waiting for Antonio to gently brush his lips against his in a kiss-

"Lovi! Lovi, look! We won!" Feliciano's voice caused Lovino to sharply jerk back, his eyes wide as he turned away from Antonio to see his brother clinging onto Ludwig, who had a foot on Gilbert's back and a foot on Francis'. Bella and Matthew stood off to the side, Bella criticizing Francis for being such a terrible runner and Matthew telling Gilbert he deserved all the bruises he got.

"O-oh, um, good for you?" Lovino stuttered out, pretending he didn't see Antonio's disappointed frown from the corner of his eye.

Feliciano beamed happily and nodded, wiggling around on Ludwig's back excitedly. Lovino normally would've yelled at the potato bastard for being so close to his fratello, but at the moment he just couldn't seem to find it in him. Instead he looked down, biting his lip and trying not to look at Antonio.

What the hell had that been? Was Antonio about to kiss him? Was Lovino going to let him? Lovino, of course, knew all these answers but he just didn't, or rather couldn't, believe them. Fuck. H-he couldn't beeline this.

He loved Antonio.

Of course. How could he have not noticed before? It was so fucking obvious - Lovino had never acted so nice or sweet or open towards another person before, even his brother. And whenever he was around Antonio, he always felt so fucking happy and warm and he always wanted to be near him to hug him or cuddle him and just-

He loved the bastard. Fuck. He really did.

But by the time he turned back to Antonio to do or say something (he didn't realty have anything planned out but he figured it would have something to do with his sudden realization), Antonio was already talking with Bella. They were talking about some stupid shit, something about the way she made the cake, and Lovino sighed and turned away only to come face to face with Francis.

"W-what the hell? Why are you so fucking close?" Lovino snapped, quickly scrambling away.

"Well from what I saw you and Antonio were a lot closer than that," the doctor said with a smirk, which only grew when he saw the italian's face then bright red.

"Shut the fuck up," he huffed, looking away.

Francis laughed and affectionately pinched Lovino's cheek, earning an annoyed grumble and a slap to his hand. "Don't worry, I didn't come to tease you. I just came to say we should probably leave soon," he said before standing up and brushing some invisible dirt off of himself.

Lovino silently nodded in agreement, standing up as well. He glanced over at Antonio, but he was busy being helped back into his wheelchair by Ludwig, with Gilbert in the background screeching about how he wanted to push it.

The Italian honestly didn't even know what to fucking think. He loved Antonio. Did Antonio love him too? He must at least like him if he tried to kiss him, right? Lovino really wanted to talk to the other about that but everyone just kept on getting in the fucking way. But... He was kind of happy about that, too. If he tried talking to Antonio, what would he even say? He couldn't just say he loved him out of no where! Fuck. This was all too complicated.

When they got back to the parking lot everyone began to disperse. Gilbert handed the wheelchair off to Lovino before grabbing Matthew's hand and dragging him to their car. Ludwig promised Lovino he would bring Feliciano home. Bella waved everyone goodbye, a slice of leftover pizza tucked under her arm.

The ride back was mostly silent, with both Antonio and Lovino looking down deep in thought. Francis didn't say anything either, but he would occasionally glance back at the two of them with a knowing look. When they finally arrived Lovino silently pushed Antonio towards the doors of the hospital.

They were barely a few feet into the building when someone suddenly called out for them. "Doctor Bonnefoy!" Francis turned towards the shout, pausing mid step. Next to him, Lovino paused as well, turning towards the person with a confused look.

A ground of people were standing together, several in business suits and a few wearing the typical uniform of a doctor, though not from this hospital. The one calling them was one of the heads of the hospital. He waved them over calmly.

Francis raised an eyebrow at Lovino, who just shrugged before pushing Antonio over to the group. Instantly, all eyes latched onto the Spaniard, causing Lovino to frown as he tightened his hold on the wheelchair.

"Doctor Bonnefoy, Nurse Vargas," the man, a rather intimidating Swede named Berwald, greeted them with a nod. It was often hard to understand him, but after working with him for so long it had gotten easier to comprehend him. "These men have come here because they've heard about Antonio's unusual rate of recovery."

One of the men nodded, peering at Antonio as if he were some sort of interesting science experiment. "Indeed. He's one of the very rare cases that had managed to recover at such a remarkable rate after being in such a terrible mental state for so long," he mused, ignoring Antonio's shy smile at him.

Francis smiled one of his famous, charming smiles at the man and nodded. "Oui, of course, Antonio is one of our best patients," he said.

The man nodded. "I would have guessed so. Which is why I'm so sorry we'll have to be taking him away from you."

Instantly, Francis' smile dropped. "Q-quoi?" He stuttered out while Lovino paled in the background.

The man smiled easily at Francis. "You see, Antonio here had been moved around to several different hospitals, as was allowed seeing as he has the means to pay for it as well as no family to protest. We have moved him around in order to help him recover but also record his recovery in order to help with future patients who are suffering from the same thing Antonio is suffering from. This rapid rate of recovery can be the key to helping develop better cures for patients. Therefore, we've decided to take him back to one of out base hospitals in Spain, near his hometown. We've already packed up all of his belongings."

Francis gaped at the other, for once loosing his usual suave and collected appearance. "I-I- I don't.. I, I just-"

"That doesn't mean you can just fucking take him away!" Lovino burst out suddenly, causing most of the men to drag their gazes from Antonio to the nurse.

Berwald frowned at Lovino. "Language," he grumbled.

The man in the suit turned his smile towards Lovino. "On the contrary, it means we can," he said smoothly. "I understand you may be attached to him, as you may be to many of your patients, but Antonio is needed to help other people-"

"I-I don't w-wannaa g-go!" Antonio protested, his eyes wide and teary as he looked up at the men.

"Antonio," the man said, speaking to the other as if he were a child. "Please understand you'll be helping other people recover just like you have! Now wouldn't that be great?"

"N-Noo! I c-can't- I d-don't- L-Lovi don't l-let them t-take m-me!" Antonio said, crying now as he gripped onto the sides of his wheelchair and looked pleadingly at Lovino.

The man's smile became more strained. "This is ridiculous. This isn't an option." He nodded towards one of the men wearing a doctor's uniform, and the man swiftly nudged Lovino out of the way and gripped Antonio's wheelchair, earning a distressed cry from Antonio and a loud protest from Lovino and Francis.

"I'm sorry you're upset, but you don't have a say in this," the man said calmly as the doctor began to wheel Antonio away, causing him to twist and thrash in his wheelchair.

"N-no! No! L-Lovino! Lovino, p-please!" Antonio sobbed out, shakily reaching out to Lovino as the doctor struggled to push him away.

"Wait! Fuck, please, you can't just take him! Berwald! Francis! Don't just let them take him!" Lovino said, turning towards the two men as the men in the suits and the remaining doctors began to follow the doctor and Antonio out.

Francis gave Lovino a pained look and quickly pulled the Italian into a hug. "Shhh, Lovino, we... We can't do anything about it. They're in charge of moving him around, and if they find it necessary to take him to another hospital..."

Lovino let out a choked sob, gripping onto Francis as he heard Antonio screaming for him while he was pushed out. Francis could only rub his back and shush him softly, tears of his own silently streaming down his cheeks.