AN: This might turn into a series of one-shots.

So yeah.

I really want you to know how precious you are to me.

You're not just my boyfriend, you're my other half.

You're everything to me.

Alfred yanks Lovino back towards his person. Dammit, he's not letting him walk away from him this easily, fight or no fight. It's as if every time they get into an argument, Alfred finds himself on the receiving end of his Italian boyfriend's angry storm outs but not this time.

Said Italian man takes in a calming breath. And yanks his arm away from Alfred. The blonde looks scandalized.

"I told you, it wasn't what it looked like!"

"Then what the fuck was it Alfred?"

The blonde shrinks back at the use of his full name, but stands his ground all the same. "Nothing! Why are you so convinced-"

"I know what I saw, dammit!"

They both jump at the sudden outburst.

"…what did you see?" Alfred finally asks. The silent moment was brief but it felt like an eternity and he needed something to fill the void.

Lovino directs his eye contact somewhere else. He mumbles something incoherently, that Alfred can't decipher even by straining his hearing.

"What?"

"I said I saw you leaving me, okay?" He brings his eyesight back to Alfred, "I saw you with that Russian and you two looked so happy and fuck, I just-I thought he was going to take you away from me!"

Lovino's pacing now, twitching his fingers in agitation. That's never a good sign, Alfred thinks to himself. Pacing is never a good sign for either of them, it just shows how volatile their situation is and Alfred hates that.

"I mean you two would be so fucking perfect." The venom laced in the word 'perfect' stings Alfred in the heart. "He's always around and you never seem to mind it. He touches you all the time, don't think I haven't noticed, he threatens you, he touches you and you let him do it.'

"We're just friends Lovi, I swear it."

"That's not the kind of shit friends do." Lovino folds his arms over his chest as he marches in his paced-circle.

"Lovino. There's nothing going on between me and Ivan. I swear to you, we're not messing around." Alfred tries. He knows about his boyfriend's insecurities and he tries not to put himself in situations like these. His friends however, don't know about Lovino's lack of faith in himself, and their actions always throw Alfred to the wolves.

Lovino's still pacing in his circle of ire.

"Lovi."

Alfred watches his angry brunette storm from one side of the room to the other.

"Lovino."

He's getting worried now. This scene's looking too familiar from earlier; far too much like the set up of a storm out.

"Lovino, look at me."

The brunette is mumbling something in his native tongue that Alfred wishes he could translate.

"Please."

Lovino acts like he doesn't hear him. He feels his emotions boiling to the surface but he dares not speak.

Until he feels a pair of arms pull him towards a warm body.

Alfred doesn't trust his voice right now. He's tired of this, tired of all the misconceptions between them. These things that only cause tension and heartbreak between them. They're a fresh couple, been together for two years, they can't end so soon. He can't-no he won't lose Lovino over something as mundane as this.

He loves him too much.

"Alfred."

The blonde says nothing, clutching Lovino tighter to his chest and burying his face in the Italian's silky brown locks.

"Alfred."

"I don't want to lose you Lovino. Ivan doesn't mean anything to me, I promise you."

Alfred pulls back to look Lovino in the eyes, letting his heart do the talking for him.

"You're the only one I've got eyes for, you and only you. You're perfect for me. You're everything I want in a partner. I know we've only been together for two years but I can see us putting in time, going for the long haul. Please understand me."

Lovino stares into Alfred's eyes, with a stern frown marring that beautiful face. There are so many things on his mind, things that he can't properly word because the blonde's words have choked him up. So he pushes Alfred away, the one thing he knows he can do. Alfred's heart drops to his stomach.

It soars when Lovino reaches back to take his hand to lead him out of the room.

He doesn't know where they're going but they'll figure it out one day, he supposes.