A/N: Hey guys! Life has been so busy, haha. Lots of exams and what not. I hate it.

Anyways here's the chapter. Hope you enjoy! The story's almost over so if anyone has any las minute requests or ideas to be put in nows the time to do it...

Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia

Lovino changed a lot since Antonio was taken. He wasn't happy, that much was obvious, yet he repeatedly told everyone that he was fine, despite the fact that it was clear that he wasn't. He ate less (he refused to even look at a tomato, much less eat one) and never went out, despite everyone's efforts. Matthew and Feliciano had repeatedly pleaded with him to go out even just for dinner, Francis had threatened to kiss him if he didn't go out to lunch with him and his boyfriend Arthur, and even Gilbert had broke into Lovino's apartment one day in an attempt to kidnap and take him to the movies (there was a mobster movie out but Matthew hated those kind of movies so he had figured Lovino would be better company).

None of it worked. Lovino wouldn't fall for anyone's tactics. He stayed locked in his room when he wasn't at work, and it only became worse as time went by. Feliciano could only watch helplessly, wishing he could do something but finding that he couldn't. Antonio's medical records were all classified (he had called to see where he was staying and for how long just to find out that fact), so everyone was in the dark about when, and if, he would ever come back. And Feliciano didn't know what to do about that. His brother wanted Antonio, and only Antonio. But how could Feliciano help if Antonio was something he couldn't get?

"Luddy..." Feliciano whined, looking up at the German he was currently curled up against. They had been going out for quite some time, but Feliciano never had the chance to break it to Lovino. He was going to do it before, but now that Antonio was gone it seemed just cruel to flaunt that he was in a relationship with someone he loved while Lovino wasn't.

"Ja?" Ludwig murmured, his eyes still trained on the newspaper he held out in front of him.

"I'm worried about Lovino," Feliciano said softly, biting his lip as Ludwig turned to face him. When the blonde saw the unusually serious expression on Feliciano's face he carefully folded up the newspaper and placed it down, indicating he was ready to listen.

Feliciano shifted so he was sitting next to Ludwig instead of against him. "He doesn't eat, or go out, and he stays in his room a lot, and sometimes when I walk by his room I hear him crying, b-but whenever I ask him about it he says he's fine!" He took a deep, shaky breath. "He misses Antonio," he whispered. "But Antonio... I don't think he's coming back."

It had already been three months since the Spaniard had been taken away, and nobody had heard anything about him. They didn't know if he was doing well, if he had gotten worse, if he had already recovered or not. Nothing. And it was driving everyone, especially Lovino, crazy. But the hospital had made it painfully obvious that the chances of Antonio ever being moved back to the one in America were next to none.

Ludwig nodded slowly as he listened to his boyfriend, his expression more serious than usual. He knew Lovino wasn't a big fan of himself, but he was still concerned for the elder Italian's wellbeing. "I..." The German sighed. "I believe so too. I think your brother believes so as well but he refuses to acknowledge it," Ludwig said with a troubled frown.

Feliciano let out a shaky breath and looked down at the ground. "...I don't know how to help him," he admitted. "But I want to, Ludwig, so badly! H-he doesn't deserve this," Feliciano said with watery eyes. "He's worked so hard and he's been through so much a-and now..." The Italian rubbed his eyes. "Now he finally had someone he deserved and he's been taken away from him!" Feliciano burst into noisy sobs and soon he was collected into Ludwig's lap, the German stroking his hair and patting his back as he cried.

"Maybe..." Ludwig started when his boyfriend's sobs started to die down. "Maybe what your brother needs is some space." Ludwig knew that Feliciano was constantly smothering his brother at home, trying to feed him meals or watch a movie or snuggle with him, all of which usually never happened and would lead to Lovino shutting himself up even more in his room. "Maybe..." Ludwig hesitated, a light blush forming on his pale cheeks. "Maybe you could move in with me?"

Feliciano looked up at his boyfriend with wide eyes. "W-what?" He asked, a soft red blush, no where near as intense as Lovino's, slowly settling onto his cheeks.

The German looked down and nodded. "Ja. You should move in with me. It would give your brother space and help him with money and... And it would make us closer. It would help everyone," Ludwig said, his voice softer than normal.

He waited for a few seconds, and after hearing nothing but silence he assumed Feliciano was going to say no. But before he could even open his mouth to apologize for making such a proposition, Feliciano has flung himself at Ludwig and was squealing happily.

"Oh Luddy, yes! Of course I will! I've been waiting forever for you to ask!" He said as he hugged and kissed the German repeatedly on the cheeks, earning a dark pink blush that spread across the blonde's face. "I'll have to ask Lovi, but yes!"

Ludwig smiled a took a hold of Feliciano's chin lightly, effectively managing to still him, and pulled him in for a deep kiss. "Ich liebe dich."

Pushing away the guilty feeling Feliciano snuggled up against Ludwig. "Ti amo."

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Lovino stared blankly at his brother who squirmed under his gaze uncertainly. Feliciano had wanted to take Lovino out to that French café that he liked, but the elder Italian refused to leave the apartment, so Feliciano settled on ordering take out instead. Since Lovino still had his problems with tomatoes, he had ordered Chinese, since Lovino liked Chinese and there were next to no chances of seeing a tomato in the food.

"Fratello?" Feliciano asked nervously, poking at his rice with his fork. "What... What do you think? I-it would be good for both of us, si?" Asking Lovino to move in with Ludwig had been one of the most nerve wracking things Feliciano had faced in a long time. He hadn't told Lovino he was dating Ludwig, it just didn't seem like the right time. Instead he called him a close friend, one he wanted to move in with to give Lovino some peace and quiet and space around the apartment.

After a few more moments of silence from Lovino he suddenly spoke. "Fine."

"Ve, really?"

Lovino stood up abruptly, pushing away his hardly touched meal. He wasn't looking at Feliciano and his head was tilted down so the younger Italian couldn't see his expression. "Fratello...?"

"I said fine, dammit! Go move in with your stupid German!" Lovino snapped suddenly before he turned to leave without sparing his brother a glance. A few moments later Feliciano could hear the door to his bedroom slam.

"Ve..." Feliciano sighed as he looked down. He knew he had made his brother upset, but then again, what didn't make Lovino upset nowadays? He slowly got up and wrapped up his brother's Chinese food before placing it in the fridge alongside the rest of the week's worth of leftovers.

"Oh Antonio..." Feliciano sighed. "What did you do to my fratello?"

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Moving day was an awkward affair. At first, Feliciano was sure that Lovino would stay locked up in his room the whole time, but after a little while of packing up boxes to be taken out (not that there were that many), the elder Italian emerged from his room and leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed as he watched Ludwig do most of the work.

Feliciano noticed his brother right away and quickly forced a smile onto his face. "Lovino!" He chirped. "Did you come out to say goodbye?" He asked as he dropped the role of tape he was supposed to be holding for Ludwig and skipped (the best he could, he still had trouble walking) up to his brother.

Lovino shrugged slightly and Feliciano smiled widely before he hugged Lovino tightly. Lovino didn't hug back.

"Ve, don't worry fratello! I'll be sure to visit you every day! Or call you every day! And I'll always bring over some pasta for you! Or maybe some wurst, I've had it at Ludwig's house before and it was really good and I know you don't like German food but you should really try this I think you'd like it and I-" Feliciano was cut off by a hand over his mouth.

"Shut up. You talk too much," Lovino muttered with a sigh. Feliciano could tell he was still upset but he tried to ignore it. Like Ludwig said, this would be better for everyone, right?

"Sorry, fratello," Feliciano said sheepishly, smiling at Lovino. In the background, Ludwig stood up slowly and brushed some imaginary dirty off of his pants.

"Feliciano, that was the last box. I'll be waiting outside," the German announced. He nodded to Lovino before he picked up the box he had been filling and walked out the door of the apartment.

Lovino, who had been following the German walking out with his eyes, was surprised when he turned back to face Feliciano and found his brother much closer than before and with a sad expression on his face.

"I'm going to miss you, Lovino. You know that, right?" Feliciano asked softly as he reached down to squeeze his brother's hand. "I love you, and-and I only want to make you happy, and I-I don't want you being upset with me," he stammered out, caramel eyes starting to fill with tears as he spoke.

Lovino sighed as he listened to his brother and after a moment Feliciano found himself wrapped in a hug, much more gentle than he would've expected. "Idiota," Lovino grumbled into his ear. "You know I can never stay upset with you."

A soft sigh of relief left Feliciano as he nuzzled against his brother. "You'll be okay without me?" He asked nervously. "I can stay if you want, you know. Luddy won't mind."

Wrinkling his nose at the nickname Feliciano had for the German, Lovino let go of his brother. "I'll be fine," he said flatly. "No go fuck off with that German potato," he said with a wave of his hand.

Giggling, Feliciano gave his brother a peck on the cheek before he turned to leave. "Love you, fratello!"

Lovino rolled his eyes. "Love you too. Now scram," he huffed. A few moments later, he heard the door click shut.

And then he was alone. Lovino sat down on the couch and looked down into his lap, trying to ignore the burning in his eyes.

He always felt alone these days, and he fucking hated it. It was all Antonio's fault. He sighed as he curled up on the couch and stared blankly at the wall.

Why did he have to fall in love with that idiot?

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"Mr. Carriedo! Please stop this!" A frazzled nurse cried as Antonio managed to slap away the food she had been trying to give him yet another time, resulting in her getting even more food all over her uniform. Antonio hated the uniforms. They were nothing like the ones Lovino had worn. Here they were a pasty yellow with green trim, and they made Antonio mad. In fact, everything now a days seemed to make him mad.

Antonio changed a lot too since he had been taken. He was short tempered. He never smiled. He only ever talked to ask when he could go back. He enjoyed making things difficult for nurses.

He was just so frustrated at them though! They took him away from his Lovi. His little tomato. They took him away just to run tests on him and his brain and ask him lots of uncomfortable questions and try to get him to recover. If was terrible. They weren't like Lovi and Francis and Matthew and Ludwig. They were only helping him to get test results. Every move he made, every word he said, every breath he took seemed to he written down on a clip board. The hospital wanted to crack the case of Antonio. But Antonio just wanted to go back to Lovi.

The nurse sighed as she left the room to go clean herself up. She was the third nurse Antonio had gotten since he had arrived here. All the other ones had gotten fed up with him and had asked to be moved, which was fine with Antonio. None of them were Lovino, so he didn't care about them.

After she left Antonio sighed and looked down at his wrist, twisting the bracelet Lovino had gotten him around it. He had held onto the bracelet with his life. He didn't let anyone touch it in fear of having them take it away. It was the only thing left of Lovino he had. The mere thought of that made emerald eyes fill with tears. What if he never got out of here? What if he never saw his little tomato again?

"Mr. Carriedo?" An unfamiliar voice broke through Antonio's thoughts and he found himself looking up warily towards the door. A person stood there in a nurse's uniform, a smile on their face. "May I come in?"

Antonio hesitantly nodded and the nurse's smile widened and she walked into the room. She was pretty, with green eyes and long brown hair. She had a heavy Hungarian accent. "I'm Elizabeta. It seems like all the nurses on this floor have been avoiding working with you so I've been called in!" She said with a smile. Antonio didn't reply, only continued to stare blankly at her. She cleared her throat, and tilted her head at him. "They say you're a difficult patient. Is that true?"

Antonio could feel himself frowning as he looked away. For the first time he felt a little guilty for his actions. He hadn't meant to be so difficult... But still. He didn't like they way they treated him here, so why should he treat them any better?

Elizabeta began to play with her hair as she studied Antonio. "You were moved here from America, aren't you? How was it? I've never been, but I've heard it was nice," she said in a friendly tone. Antonio didn't reply. "Now, Mr. Carriedo, I know for a fact you can talk," she said in a slightly chastising tone.

Antonio sighed (perhaps a bit louder than what would be considered normal) and pursed his lips. "I-I waaant to g-go back-k." His speech had gotten a lot worse since he came since he had neglected to continue practicing it. Despite that, his sentence was still clear.

"You want to go back?" The Hungarian asked in confusion. "Go back where?"

"T-to Lovi!" Antonio said passionately, staring at her almost desperately. "I-innn the U-United stat-tes! I d-don't waant t-to be h-here!" He crossed his arms messily and turned away from the nurse.

There was a heavy silence in the room for a minute before Elizabeta spoke up again. "Whose Lovi?" She asked with interest. She was probably the first nurse here to show any interest in Antonio's personal life.

The Spaniard shifted slightly in his bed but didn't face her. Who was Lovino? He could say his former nurse, but that sounded far too formal. His tomate deserved a better name than that. He could say a friend, but that was too plain. Lovino was so much more. He would say lovers, but they weren't, not really. He sighed heavily as he thought, a frown pulling on his lips.

"L-Lovi... Lovi is m-mi ammor," he said finally, because it was true. Lovino was his love, even if he wasn't Lovino's, although he was fairly certain that he was.

Elizabeta seemed to grow even more interested at that and she leaned forwards slightly. "Lovi? Now, is that a girl or a boy?" She asked with an undertone of... Excitement? Eagerness? Something... Odd in her voice.

Blinking, Antonio turned to face her with his brows furrowed. Some hair fell into his eyes at the same time. They hadn't given him a haircut since he had gotten here. "A-a boy," he said finally.

The nurse's face immediately lit up. "Oh! This is so sweet! You've been acting this way because you miss him!" She practically squealed, and Antonio suddenly found two slim but strong hands gripping his own. "Now, Antonio," she said in an unexpectedly serious tone.

"S-si?" Antonio stuttered out, surprised at the nurse's sudden change in attitude.

"This Lovino. You love him, right?"

Antonio nodded.

"And you would do anything for him, right?"

Antonio nodded again.

"Then why aren't you trying to get better for him?"

Antonio stared.

Elizabeta sighed and squeezed his hands. "Think about it, Antonio. You could sulk and waste away here in the hospital and never see Lovino again. Or, you could cooperate with the hospital and get out of here to go to Lovino," she said. At Antonio's surprised look she laughed. "Oh, you're not the sharpest tool in the box, now are you? How could you have not thought about that? The longer you protest, the longer you're going to stay here."

Antonio felt like a complete idiot. How could he have done this? His Lovi was probably sad and alone and waiting for him and he was here moping around! He sat up more in bed, a fiery look in his eye.

Seeing the expression on his face, Elizabeta smirked slightly. "That's more like it. Now, Antonio, are you ready to get better?"

"S-si!"

"And what are you going to do when you recover?"

Antonio grinned at the nurse, his green eyes burning with determination.

"I'm g-going to f-find L-Lovi, a-annd I'm g-going t-to love h-him!"