A/N: F*CKING SHORT CHAPTER YES! 8DDD

Uh, so yeah this is kind of *cough*filler*cough* WHAT NO WHO SAID THAT.

So, point is, uh, yeah, HI... 83 I'm just kinda updating because I felt bad... -w- 'Cause I'm so bad at it and I know if I don't I'll never get to it.

I write stuff on my iTouch! It looks longer! Trust me! 83

Anyway, yeah, I'LL BE UPDATING ON SUNDAYS AT 6 Eastern Time/Right side of America (for those of you who cannot understand time zones, like me) OR WHENEVER MY PARENTS LEAVE ME ALONE. W

Thank you for reading. DISCLAIMER I OWN NOTHING 83

"-mato bastard... Antonio, wake the fuck up..." A fist met with Antonio's arm
lightly.

"... Wha? Lovi?" The brunet groaned.

"Antonio...! G-get up. W-What the hell were you thinking last night!" The named Italian asked, obviously trying to hide his concern and relief.

"Sorry to say, love, but I'm not too sure myself," Antonio smiled. He began to attempt getting up, but a terrible pain through his head sent him falling back down to the couch, where he didn't remember going to in the first place. "I don't really remember last night at all..."

"Yeah, right, well I'll tell you what happened, I guess," Lovino grimaced. "You were with your dumbass pervert friends. They left a stupid note, but I might've taken it," the Italian scowled at the idea of the famous "Bad Touch Trio".

"Lovino~!" the Spaniard whined. "Give it back! You didn't throw it away, did
you?"

"... No," Lovino sighed, frowning. "Fine, here," he reluctantly gave in, putting the note in his ex-caretaker's hands. Antonio nodded his thanks and opened his eyes to look at the note, only to realize that there were two frowning Italians and the ceiling was spinning. He began to laugh, positive as always.

"Feli, when did you learn to frown like Lovi does...?" Antonio smiled, closing his eyes again.

"What the hell are you saying? Feliciano isn't here..."

"I figured. Lovi, it seems I may have had too much to drink last night, so-"

"No shit, Sherlock! You're so fucking dense, you know that?" Lovino shouted, dropping to Antonio's level.

"Lovi, don't speak so loudly..." The Spaniard turned away, covering his ears. "Could you just... read the note for me?"

The Italian stared at him momentarily, then scowled and snatched it from his hand. "Dear Toni... You got really drunk and said something about..." The Italian stopped, reading it carefully for the first time. He began again, "... said something about..."

"Yes? About what?"

"I'm not saying it."

"Just read the note, Lovino."

"... No."

"Lovino."

"I'm not reading it."

"Fine. But... but I'm telling Ludwig about the time where you wouldn't go on the human entertainment thingy that was really high and fast because you were scared!" Even though he probably won't care.

"Wha...! You-" Lovino began, starting to panic. "... I don't care."

"I'll tell France too, and then he'll go on about how cute you are an harass you forever-"

"You-got-really-drunk-and-said-something-about-Lovino-being-mad-at-you!" The italian shouted, quickly.

"... Huh?"

"You're stupid. I'm not saying it again."

"Did you say I said something about... you?"

"S-s-stupid! If I did?"

"... Is there more?" the Spaniard clutched his head, desperately trying to remember what had happened the night before.

"... Yes."

"Can you read it?"

"No."

"Why's that?"

"It's in another language."

"Which?"

"Dunno. Looks like yours."

"Can you just try?"

"... Pedir Lovino a leer esto: Te quiero..." (1)

Antonio smiled to himself, not saying anything. When did they learn Spanish?

"It also says, 'I like google translate' in the albino's handwriting... well probably, anyway," He squinted at the messy handwriting. "Google translate... what's that?" Asked the confused Lovino, obviously not familiar with the Internet.

Ahh. I see now, Antonio's grin widened, remembering the Prussian's discovery. "Check it out!" He had enthused with his over-enthusiastic personality. "Now we can like, talk to each other in our own secret language! Hey, what's an 'Albanian'?" Antonio laughed softly at the memory.

"Hey! Dumbass! What the hell are you laughing at? You didn't make me say anything stupid, did you? I'll tear off your muscles-"

"No," the Spaniard said quietly, opening his shining green orbs (that were still a little bloodshot) and looking into Lovino's, pulling him downwards to his level for an embrace. "You didn't sound stupid Lovino... not at all... te quiero, Lovino, te quiero..." (2)

Named Italian grimaced at the fact that his head was being pushed into the other's chest. "Yeah, yeah, whatever that means... hey, what does that mean?" He looked up at Antonio, who was still grinning softly. "... Antonio?" He said again, quietly, realizing the other was asleep. Stupid... he began to get up, but strong arms brought him back down.

"So you are awake? I'm so going to-" Lovino started, angry again, but realized that the other was still asleep, mumbling incomprehensible things under his breath. Fucking weirdo with weird habits... Lovino sighed in defeat, knowing he wouldn't win against the green-eyed stronger man. Reluctantly, he scooted upwards to a more comfortable position near Antonio's collarbone and swung his feet silently on the couch. He wrapped his arms around the Spaniard's waist to keep himself from falling off the small couch, and slowly drifted off as well.

A/N: ;lajksf;alsdfj

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So uh, translations? Right, I actually do really like google translate. And uh, I wrote this like three days ago so I don't REALLY know what I typed... w

But but but. I'll try and remember and it probably was along the lines of this:

(1) Get Lovino to read this: I love you

(2) I love you, Lovino, I love you

I DON'T SPEAK SPANISH~ -W-

Anyway thanks for reading, see you Sunday at 6~ (or whenever my parents leave me alone w )