UGH. SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT GUYS. /headdesk. Writer's block really sucks. T n T

I do not own Hetalia! Unfortunately..

Antonio smiled brightly at the voices that were heard throughout the house and laughed loudly to himself, placing his hands on his hips. "I didn't know they were coming over today~!" He looked over at Lovino to see the Italian moving up from his spot on the couch and heading to the door. His green eyes widened in curiosity as he watched him. "Lovi, what are you-?"

"The hell are you guys doing!? Go away!" Lovino shouted angrily as he grabbed the door handle tightly, pulling the front door so hard that it slammed on the wall next to it. Antonio really hoped that it wasn't damaged. Or cracked. Francis and Gilbert jumped back at the sudden motion, but quickly composed themselves after they saw that it was only a small man standing in the entranceway. Both men stared at the smaller of the trio with confused expressions. The two standing outside turned their heads and stared at one another, trying to comprehend who it is that opened the door. He seemed so familiar…

Francis's eyes suddenly lighted up from remembrance and moved so fast that Lovino barely had enough time to escape the Frenchman's embrace.

"Lovino! Oh how big brother Francis has missed you~! You're so grown up, cher!" He gushed happily, leaning down to kiss Lovino's cheeks in greeting. The latter of the two scowled and thrashed around violently in an attempt to escape his arms.

"Let…Let go of me you God damn pervert!" He shouted angrily, blushing so hard that he was sure that anyone could feel the heat radiating off of his face. Not that he liked being kissed on the cheeks by the Frenchman, but it's just that he's not used to affection from anyone other than his fratello. It made him…uneasy.

"Still a spitfire, eh Lovi? Kesese~. So unawesome." Gilbert blurted out suddenly since he was starting to feel left out. /No one/ leaves out the great and awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt!

"No one was talking to you, potato bastard two!"

Gilbert snickered and pried Francis off of the Italian before the hot-headed one starts throwing objects. Trust me. He's learned that the hard way. Francis wiggled his arms around and whined childishly as he tries to hug Lovino once more. Antonio decided he should step in before something was broken or killed. Like a certain Frenchman he considers a best friend. He brushed off his hands on the apron he was still wearing and made his way over to the door only to meet up with the sight that made him slightly irked.

Why was he irked though..?

Francis had his arms around the smaller man once again and his hands were sliding into his shirt. The Spaniard could've sworn he heard his friend mutter, "You've grown so much~. But /how much/ exactly? Ohonhonhon~." The Prussian-he liked to be called that instead of German-had his arms around the blonde's middle and was currently trying to still pry him away from the cursing and squirming Lovino. However, Antonio cleared his throat loudly enough to call the attention of the trio at his doorstep. All of their eyes widened at his sudden appearance. He forced a smile on his face and leaned against the door frame casually, even though his eyes were darker than their usual bright green shade.

"What's on amigos?"

His two best friends looked at him, then at each other, back at him, then back at each other. Francis chuckled nervously and pulled his hands back, raising them up in a defensive manner. "Oh nothing~!" Gilbert rolled his eyes and released the Frenchman's torso to throw his arm around his shoulder instead, smirking mischievously.

"We were just-!"

"CHIGIII! D-Damn it Antonio, these /bastards/ you call friends were molesting me!" Lovino cried out suddenly and flailed his arms around wildly as he retreated behind said Spaniard. His head peeked out from the side and his hazel eyes were narrowed into a glare. If looks could kill, Francis and Gilbert would be dead on Antonio's doorstep. Bleeding from their heads. Because they were…beaten up with potatoes. Yeah. That's how they would die. ….From potatoes to the head.

Lovino smirked at his little day dream and let out a little laugh. However, he immediately stopped when he noticed that all of the members of the Bad Touch Trio were staring at him with strange looks on their faces. "What are you looking at!?" He shouted, puffing his cheek out in his signature pout that everyone knew him for. Gilbert stuck his tongue out at him childishly and placed his thumbs on his ears, waving them back and forth. The Italian retaliated by doing somewhat the same motion, except he flipped him off as well. The other stared at him for a moment until he just randomly burst out into a laughing fit.

"Mein Gott, I missed you Grumpy Tomato."

"Shut up! I told you not to call me that"

"AHEM!" Antonio once again cleared his throat and everyone shut their mouths once again to stare at him as they waited for him to actually say something. "Want to come in? Lovi and I were about to have lunch~." The Spaniard's hidden mean demeanor had vanished when he saw that they were getting along without touching all over each other. Though he would still have to watch his French friend pretty closely if he didn't want anyone inappropriately touched in his living room or whatnot.

"Oui! Of course, mon ami." Francis chimed in from behind Gilbert, his blonde hair slightly ruffled from the man-handling done by the albino man standing in his way. He smiled happily as he stepped forward in Antonio's direction and he bent forward to kiss the other's sun-kissed cheeks in greeting like he did to Lovino. Although his kisses lingered a little longer than necessary. Not that Antonio even noticed. He led them into the house-Lovino was still trying to hide behind him the entire time-and told them that they could do whatever until he was finished with lunch. Gilbert gave him a thumbs up and spun on his heel to suddenly race forward, throwing his arms up in the air and shouting about how awesome he is or something. Francis let out a heavy sigh and said that he would try to keep the crazy Prussian under control.

...

A loud crash echoed throughout the house.

"SORRY!" Gilbert called out after the sound of broken glass stopped echoing around the house.

Lovino turned to glare at the blonde Frenchman and sneered. "You're doing a shitty job at keeping him from trouble."

Francis glared slightly at the Italian before stomping in the direction of Gilbert, cursing loudly in French at him. All that he got as a response was a loud laugh and footsteps that got farther and farther away with each step.

The two men that were left in the living room watched the other until he disappeared from view. Antonio glanced over his shoulder to see Lovino snarling and holding onto the Spaniard's shirt tightly between his slender fingers. He opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it. Since…he liked having Lovino close to him. He hasn't seen him in five years! They were the closest of friends when they were younger, as much as the latter didn't want to admit it, so having him hold onto him when he's angry about something brought a smile onto the Spaniard's lips.

Lovino seemed to notice it however since he looked up at the smiling bastard and furrowed his brows a bit in slight curiosity. "What are you so happy about?"

Antonio straightened his back up, jumping a bit at the sound of the other's voice. He barely even registered it in his head, so he answered his question the smartest way he could. "…Huh?"

The smaller of the two scoffed in irritation as he slowly released his grip on Antonio's shirt, taking a step back. "What's. With. The. Smile?" Lovino pointed to the corners of his lips and raised a brow in question. "You were staring at me and then you smiled as if you were in a fucking daze or something." He let his hands drop back to his sides and stare up at the Spaniard.

Antonio blinked once. Twice. He was…staring at him? He didn't even realize he was! His cheeks started to burn slightly in embarrassment and sheepishly flashed Lovino a toothy grin. "Oh. Lo siento, Lovi~. I was just…thinking."

The latter of the two didn't look convinced, but decided not to say anything. He wasn't going to get anything other than that. Lovino huffed a bit, but nodded, running a hand through his dark auburn hair. "Fine. Whatever floats your boat, Toni."

Antonio smiled genuinely when the other decided to drop the subject. He really had no idea what he was consciously doing, so trying to explain would have been kind of awkward to explain. He reached up to ruffle Lovino's hair gently before walking back into the kitchen. The food that he was cutting up before Francis and Gilbert showed up were attended to once again so they could have lunch soon. Lovino watched the Spaniard with a dead-panned expression until he lost sight of him in the kitchen. Letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, he felt his cheeks burning once more. His hands were clenched into fists at his side as he started to walk away.

"Damn basta-OI! WHAT THE HELL?"

Once he made it into the hallway-he was heading to his room to take a siesta or something-Francis seemed to come out of nowhere and he wrapped his fingers around Lovino's upper arm, pulling him aside into an empty room. Gilbert was there as well, but he was on the other side of the bedroom and seemed to be texting someone. So he didn't really notice the two of them walk in.

"We need to talk, cher."

Lovino scrunched his nose in confusion as he stared up at the Frenchman with narrowed hazel eyes. Gilbert perked his head up when he saw that Francis returned to the room and he hopped up.

"Ja, ja. Talk. It's actually about something important /Lovi/." The albino man smirked, knowing that Lovino hated being called that, and he chuckled lightly when he saw the other's face turn red in rage.

"The hell are you walking about, you damn perverts?" The Italian snarled at them, pulling his arm out of Francis's grip. Gilbert rolled his eyes and walked over to them, his crimson eyes glistening with…

…

Is that worry in his eyes? The 'Almighty Gilbert' was worried about something? Lovino didn't know what was going on. Or why these two wanted to talk to him about something. All that he knew…

…was that he isn't going to like what they tell him. At all.

The gorgeous blonde let out a sigh and took a step closer to the smaller of the trio. Lovino's eyes widened a bit and he reactively took a step back. The seriousness in Francis's eyes made him feel uneasy, and honestly, a bit scared. Not that he'll admit that though. They stood there for what felt like hours until Francis opened his mouth and said a few words that made Lovino's eyes widen and his face burn like that sun.

"…You're still in love with Antonio, aren't you?"

Lovino didn't know what to do. W-What are they talking about? He never loved that…that /idiot/. His mouth opened and closed several times, making him look like a fish out of water. Francis and Gilbert waited patiently for an answer with small frowns on their faces. Lovino looked up through his bangs and made the mistake of catching their watchful gaze. His own eyes noticed that they waited for an answer and they weren't going to let this go until they do. So he handled this the best way he could. He ran. Lovino ran out that door as fast as his Italian legs could manage. His name could be heard being shouted behind him, but that didn't matter. He had to get away. Get away from the confrontation. Away from…that question. There was no way he could be in love with Antonio. No possible way. The fiery Italian ran to his guest room across the house and slammed the door behind him, locking it. He took a few deep breaths as he slid down the door on his back.

"Damn it.." He muttered under his breath as he let his head roll back and rest against the painted wood behind him.

His eyes closed as he sat there and thought about the events that just happened moments ago. In love? Lovino being in love? No. The image of Antonio flashed in his mind and he snapped his eyes open, a heavy blush creeping up to his face. Lovino clenched his teeth and shook his head.

"Go away!" He shouted to no one in particular. More specifically…the images going through his mind.

Antonio's luscious, curly hair. His bright white teeth that made him look even better when he smiles happily. His sun-kissed skin that was the perfect skin tone for him. His eyes.

His sparkling, emerald eyes that Lovino couldn't help but admit were beautiful and mesmerizing…

The ones that showed exactly who Antonio was. The perfect, happy-go-lucky, gorgeous man that Antonio was. Lovino couldn't say that Antonio wasn't a good-looking man. But that didn't mean he loved him! There was no way he loved that man.

No way at all. He was pretty damn certain he didn't!

...

…That Italian let out a groan of aggravation and buried his face in his trembling hands.

"…I really /am/ still in love with him.."