On the outside, Lovino looked calm yet his eyes were glazed over and distant, as if he wanted no part in this conversation. Truthfully, he didn't. On the inside he was panicking and trying to keep calm. He could just say that they were talking, but then Antonio would push further, and we all know Lovino is a terrible liar.

"We were… talking," he eventually decided to sigh out while keeping his gaze away from the Spaniard's.

"About what?" he, as predicted, pushed further. The Italian just looked everywhere but at Antonio and took a deep breath before grunting.

"Hm?"

"It's none of your business," at this Lovino finally looked up to meet the green gaze.

"…It's none of my business that Gilbert kept glancing at me with a smug smirk on his face, yeah, sure," the Spaniard said sarcastically, tempted to grab the boy by the shoulders and shaking everything out of him, his facade slowly slipping. "Lovino, you're a terrible liar."

The Italian in question looked away once more and bit his lip in slight shock at both the truth and the way the Spanish man said his full first name. How long has it been since he heard that voice say his full name before? Quite a long time… Maybe never.

"Listen, it doesn't matter, okay? Just… leave me alone."

The smaller boy turned on his heel and walked back over to the table and scooted in beside Mariana again. Gilbert raised an eyebrow, which Lovino shook his head to before Antonio took his seat beside Gilbert with a smile. Not one of the usual, warm smiles. This one seemed a bit strained, as if he was tired.

"So..." Mariana started. "Was this a bad time to visit?"

"No, you're fine," Gilbert answered her with a smirk. "Why?"

"Oh, well," she sighed, "I feel that maybe you are having a...family feud."

"No, you're welcome any time!" Antonio piped in, the usual warmness coming back to his smile. That's it. Mariana could help. She'd understand. She could get Lovino to reveal what he's hiding.

...If he was actually hiding something. Lovino sometimes did end up having phases where he seemed a bit off, but nothing was actually wrong. Lovino was odd like that, and it made Antonio crazy, thinking something was wrong but not knowing what it was. It would be fine. Lovino was just having a phase, that's all.

"I'm happy to hear that, thanks guys!" Mariana giggled, going back to nibbling on her food. She still felt a little suspicious that it really was a bad time. She caught Antonio glaring at Gilbert hatefully and Lovino seemed a bit... Awkward. She didn't want to interrupt them if they were having issues and were resolving them, but if Antonio and Gilbert sounded that sincere she supposed it would be fine. She's been caught in awkward drama before, though, and she's handled it well.

The sound of a door opening brought their attention to the walking figure of Belmiro, greeting Elizaveta at the counter with a smile, shaking his head at a question she asked him. He spotted Gilbert waving at him from the table, and slid in next to Mariana, crushing Lovino against the wall.

Everyone greeted him in their native languages, recieving a cheerful "Ola" from him in return.

"Have you eaten already?" Mariana asked him, taking a sip of her drink.

"Sim," he answered simply with a small nod of his head, glancing at everyone's expressions. Antonio's seemed peaceful, yet still cheerful, as if he was lost in thought. 'That's a first,' Belmiro chuckled in his head, scanning his younger brother's face for any signs of a different emotion. He moved on to Gilbert after he found none.

Gilbert wore his usual smirk and a playful gleam in his crimson eyes, changing over to affection when he started up a conversation with Lovino. Gilbert wasn't as clueless as Antonio was to the Portuguese man's stare, so he decided he wouldn't chance getting caught and moved to see Lovino's expression.

Lovino's was hard to read, as his eyes held up a barrier to hide his emotions as well as his face. Belmiro could only see conflict gathered in the honey colored eyes. That defense barrier sure did a good job of blocking an expression reader like Belmiro.

Finally, his eyes drifted over to his girlfriend beside him. She had a small, pleasant smile and happy eyes. She also seemed lost in thought as she looked out of a window, seemingly sorting things out.

Belmiro's attention returned to his brother when his hand was tapped, being met with excited green eyes.

"Sim, ermano?" he asked with a tilted head, resting it on his palm.

"Did you read our expressions?" Antonio asked, a wide smile spread across his face.

"Of course," the Portuguese man replied with a nod.

"What did you read~?"

"You looked as if you were thinking, Gilbert was showing affection of some sort, Lovino's was troubled, and Mariana's was peaceful," he answered easily, leaning back in his seat.

Antonio stopped listening after he had heard Gilbert's result. Affection? Yup, there was definitely something up. Antonio felt some sort of anger bubble up inside of him, but let it pass to prevent an outburst he might regret later. There was a facade he had to keep up, right? Right.

"...Antonio?" he heard Mariana ask, a bit concerned. His attention snapped up, his hard face softening and returning back to its bright smile.

"Si?" he answered as if nothing had just happened.

"Are you alright, Toni?" she asked again, concern visible on her face.

Antonio nodded, but that didn't change the Brazilian's concerned expression.

"Are you sure?" she whispered, her eyes overflowing with honesty and kindess. The Spaniard just nodded again, playing it off with a warm smile.

Of course he wasn't okay. He felt nausious and uncomfortable. He didn't want to be in the room when Gilbert was there and he felt his eyes catch fire when the albino made even the smallest of contact with Lovino.

He didn't know why he felt like this, but he didn't want to know either. Gilbert was his friend, he shouldn't feel such rage towards him. It only made him even more angry only made him want to break down.

And Lovino - Lovino. He'd been having such... different feelings for him. Not the usual feelings he'd had since high school that he felt for no one else. Antonio still felt nausious and uncomfortable, but he didn't have that same fury at all. He wanted to touch him... to touch Lovino with his own hands. He wanted Lovino to be his, and only his...

He'd get what he wanted, and that was final. Lovino was going to be his, and no one would get in the way - even if he had to kill.

A/N: DHUSWXJMDIFHNUGB DON'T KILL ME I HAVE RELATIVES FROM YOUR COUNTRY!

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