Bookthief101's second request fic :33 Love you babe! Hope this is what you were looking for~~~

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Chapter One: The Fight

Antonio sighed. Another fight had ensued shortly after Antonio said they should invite Feliciano for dinner some time.

"Yeah, you would choose to have Feliciano over for our anniversary dinner, wouldn't you‽" Lovino had yelled, his face red and his eyes filled with anger.

"It's not like that!" Antonio had tried to explain, "I didn't mean this following week! I just meant you haven't seen your brother-"

"Shut up! I'm tired of these fucking excuses! I know how you look at him! I know how you only settled with me because he's taken by that fucking potato! You'd dump me in an instant if he were single!"

Antonio knew he shouldn't have yelled back. He knew how fragile Lovino was when it came to him believing he was inadequate. But having Lovino constantly think so low of him …

"You know what?" Antonio growled, "If you really think that I don't love you, why don't you just leave? If it's so obvious I don't want you here, then why are you? Do you really think so little of me that you seriously believe that I've been pining after you since gradeschool and it's all just some elaborate ruse to get at your brother? You're unbelievable, Lovino, simply unbelievable. I'm tired of you being an asshole to me all the time when all I've ever done is love you!"

He'd regretted it instantly. He could see the pain and anguish settling into Lovino's widened and shocked eyes. He hadn't meant to hurt him with his words. He knew he should have taken Lovino into his arms and explained himself better, let Lovino know that this Wednesday was not to be interrupted by god himself!

However, it was too late. Antonio said nothing as Lovino packed a bag and took off into the night to stay downtown with his brother.

Antonio didn't deserve to say anything. He truly didn't deserve to apologize to Lovino. His heart fell to pieces as the door slammed behind Lovino when he hurried out the door. Lovino his hid face well, but he couldn't hide the tears and the pain and the light sobbing as the Italian packed. Antonio had hurt him for good this time. He knew the wall Lovino kept around his heart, barely open for him would come back with reinforced steel. If he ever gave Antonio a second chance, if would take longer than the ten years he'd known Lovino to break through it again.

Now Antonio stood alone in the little one bedroom he shared, or rather, had shared with Lovino, his boyfriend of four years. He'd spent nights alone before, but never like this. The man left the dishes lying on the counter, in mid wash and went to the room he used to share with Lovino and collapsed on the bed, tears welling up. He began sobbing and clutching onto Lovino's pillow.

A week had passed and neither tried to contact the other. Antonio moped about the apartment and he went to work. He barely ate and didn't sleep very well. His two life mates, Gilbert and Francis, couldn't even cheer him up, despite promises that things will get better and he was better off with that grumpy growth leeching off of him. He quickly let them know that he still loved Lovino and he was planning on getting him back.

They left him alone for a few more days, knowing it was better not to prod at Antonio when A) he was upset and brooding or B) drunk. Ever since Lovino left, both became very prominent features in Antonio's nightly behavior. The man was an angry drunk, turning into someone they couldn't handle.

Antonio sat alone for the twelfth day in a row, sucking back shot of jaeger, vodka and anything else he could find. His head spun and dark thoughts twisted and spun through his head, leaving him angrier with each shot.

There was a hesitant knock at the door and Antonio growled, accidentally spilling his next shot of the amber colored alcohol. He kicked the table and stomped to the door, swinging it open. His anger melted instantly and guilt washed over him.

"L-Lovi?"

Sure enough, Lovino stood there, red cheeks and shame, "Antonio! What did you do to yourself‽" he sighed, stepping into the apartment the wrap his arms around the older man. Antonio was shocked to say the least, even though his drunken stupor. Lovino was and always would be the only person Antonio didn't hate while drunk. His arms wrapped tightly around Lovino and he hoped this wasn't some crazed hallucination. Tears fell down his face and he could tell Lovino was crying as well.

"'m sorry …" Antonio slurred, burying his face into Lovino's neck, "'m so sorry … I din't mean it… hurt you …"

Lovino closed the front door and locked it before dragging Antonio to the living room to sit down. Antonio instantly wrapped his arms around Lovino once they sat down and tiredly stared at him through teary eyes.

"Don't apologize, ba-Antonio. I overreacted and I paid the consequence, okay? Stop destroying yourself…" Lovino pushed Antonio's hair from his face and ran it down his stubbly chin. Much to Antonio's chagrin, Lovino managed to weasel himself out of the vice grip to go get Antonio some water and bread, "Here. You're going to down some water." He picked up the bottle of liquor lying around and sighed. These had been brand new. Now four bottles had almost been completely emptied into Antonio's system over the passed few days. He put them away and cleaned up the shot Antonio had spilled before getting another glass of water for Antonio to drink.

Antonio was getting drowsy so Lovino got him up and helped him shower before getting him into bed. Antonio passed out almost immediately.

Upon waking up, Antonio groaned. He had a slight headache, but it was nothing compared to what it probably could have been. He sat up and looked around and his heart throbbed. Had he dreamed it all up? He usually passed out on the couch because being in the bed still hurt him.

The man climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. He stared at his reflection and sighed, knowing he looked awful, dark rings under his eyes, uneven stubble on his chin, his hair messy and … he ran a hand through it. He showered? Memories of hazel eyes staring at him sadly as he washed Antonio's hair came back to Antonio and he groaned. Lovino had come back last night and Antonio had been too drunk to properly apologize and show Lovino how much he truly missed him and how much he truly loved him.

He finished up in the bathroom and walked through the apartment, beating himself up that Lovino had probably left him for good after seeing what a mess he'd become. He walked into the kitchen and jumped in surprise. Lovino was standing at the stove, wearing pajama pants and an apron, but not much else. He was stirring something in a pan and moving about the various other pots and pans on the stove. The toaster popped out what looked like the second set of wheat toast and there was fresh fruit cut up and put into bowls as well as a small ramekin filled with Antonio's favorite jelly.

The Italian leaned across the stove and turned off the heat to one of his pans before sliding some eggs onto a plate. They looked over easy, which was Antonio's favorite. He also spotted bacon sitting on some paper towels and few other things in the pots and pans. It looked a spread fit for a king. Antonio frowned. There was no way this was for him … despite how much it looked like it was.

Lovino ran to pull the toast out of the toaster and turned around, jumping and yelping in surprise, "Antonio! You're up!" he covered his mouth and whispered, "Sorry … you must have a headache." He turned and reached up into the cabinet for some aspirin.

"What's going on?" Antonio asked, still confused. Lovino filled a glass with water and handed the pills and water to him.

"I was going to make you breakfast in bed, but it seems you woke up earlier than I planned." Antonio down the water and frowned in confusion. For him? Breakfast in bed? After single handedly the worst fight they'd ever had? Usually their fights left Lovino in a mood for a few days while Antonio made him breakfast and did a few extra chores to gain favor.

"Th-thank you, Lovi…" he whispered, smiling warmly. Lovino blushed but walked back over to the stove to turn everything off and plate the food. He set it down on the table and motioned for Antonio to sit.

Antonio raised his brow and sat down, "Thank you." He said again, watching as Lovino sat down and nibbled on a piece of strawberry.

"You're welcome." He said, dipping the berry into some sugar.

"Where's yours?" Antonio asked, before even touching his fork.

Lovino looked him over and raised his brow, "I ate some toast earli-" he frowned when the plate was shoved in his direction.

"Then we'll share this~" Antonio smiled, "It's way too much delicious food for me. I want to share it with the one I love."

Lovino blushed but sighed. The two shared the plate piled high with food before Lovino got up to wash the dishes, which Antonio noticed, were no longer piled high in the sink.

"Did you clean up in here? Lovi … that was my job." Antonio sighed, getting up to hug Lovino from behind.

"Well, it was getting on my nerves and I-" he seemed to stop himself from saying something hurtful, "I just want you to relax today, Antonio …" he said, "You looked like hell when I got here and I know you still have a headache. You're too hard on yourself, Antonio." Lovino turned and kissed his cheek softly, "So, either go lay down in bed and let me finish washing these or go sit in the living room and watch some tv."

Antonio mulled over his options and kissed Lovino lovingly, relishing in the way their lips fit against eachother, "I'll go lay down … thank you, my love."

"Yeah, yeah, just go before I whoop you." He grinned.

"Is that a promise?" the Spanish man winked, dodging some foamy bubbles being flung at him, and left for their bedroom. He lied down on the sheets and felt a warm feeling bubbling up inside him. He was happy Lovino was back, but it seemed like he'd changed, drastically. He was still the man Antonio had fallen in love with, but he was more open and actually wanting to help out around the house. He seems to forego the insulting nickname he'd given Antonio the day they'd met for his actual name. Antonio sighed and decided he would ask about it when Lovino finally came to join him.

Half an hour later, Antonio was jolted from his nap to see Lovino walking into the room, stretching his beautiful arms into the air above his head. He yawned lightly and looked over, "Oh … did I wake you? I'm sorry." He muttered, climbing into the bed.

Antonio just smiled and wrapped his arms around Lovino, "Mmmm, mi Lovi~" he whispered, "I love you~"

"Love you, too ba-Antonio." Lovino whispered, cuddling against him, "I missed you." He admitted.

"I missed you, too." Antonio smiled, kissing him, "Lovi?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you acting different? You're being more open and I like it, don't get me wrong, so what changed?" Antonio asked, worry laden in his voice.

Lovino shrugged, "I dunno." He rolled over, lowering his lids, giving Antonio his best bedroom eyes, "How about we don't talk~?" he asked, licking his lip. Antonio bit his lip and kissed his sexy Italian passionately. Lovino worked his magic and was lying on top of Antonio, kissing him fervently.

Another half an hour later and both were lying next to each other, panting softly and kissing. It had been a while since they had bedded. Antonio pulled Lovino against his chest and kissed the back of his neck, lovingly. Both succumbed to sleep.

~Lady Pyrien