A/N: Well, this is it! Last chapter. Although, it isn't really a chapter.. Anyways, I want to thank you all! This was my first story and I'll definitely continue writing more. I want to thank everyone that followed, reviewed, and supported this story! And I have more fan art! It's so awesome guys and I'm actually writing a one shot about it. Heres the link:/ thegargoylealchemist .deviantart art/ A-slight-addiction-386768568 Thanks again~ and sorry for any mistakes.

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"You ready, Lovi?"

Lovino looked over his shoulder at Antonio, nodding as he felt the Spaniard tighten the brace on his wing. It was thick, and felt cold against his feathers. But it was the reason he could fly today, so he had no problem with it. Antonio had even taken to doodling small pictures of tomatoes all over it. "Alright. Let's go."

It had been five years since the two had graduated high school, and they had moved in together as soon as they could, while attending two colleges that were close to each other. Antonio now worked as a cafe owner with Lovino as his head cook. Today was the date of their anniversary, and Antonio had a surprise for Lovino. Well, he had a surprise every fucking year, but the green eyed angel seemed especially excited this year. The Italian had no idea what the big surprise was, save for the fact that they had to fly to it. Of course he had complained, but Lovino really didn't mind. He loved the fact that he could now fly, and he preferred to fly when he could.

It had taken a while, but Lovino eventually learned again. Ludwig had made a brace for Lovino's wing for his birthday one year (he was still a potato bastard), and that, along with Antonio's constant support and teachings that Matthew had helped with had paid off. Hell, Matthew sure knew what he was doing because he was now his favorite hockey team's private therapist for when they got injured.

So sure, Lovino was a little shaky in the air and sometimes, well, most of the time, needed help landing or starting off, but he could do it. He could fly again.

Antonio stepped out from behind Lovino after running a hand over his wing, making sure the brace was tight, a grin plastered on his face. "Then vamos!" He said happily, grabbing the Italian angel's hand in his own and bending his knees in a start off position, which Lovino copied. After giving his lover's hand a squeeze, Antonio took off, Lovino shortly after as he beat his wings a few times before he steadied himself. He couldn't stop the grin that spread over his face when he felt the thrill of being up in the air, being able to control his movements with the wings on his own back. The Italian quickly wiped the smile off his face to replace it with a scowl when Antonio turned around to look at him, a blinding smile on his own face. The Spaniard's strong wings were beating at a steady pace, slower than usual so Lovino could keep up with him while holding his hand. "Where the hell are we going?"

"You'll see!" Laughing at the pout on Lovino's face, Antonio sped up, his feathers glistening in the sun as he led the smaller angel towards a large cliff side. There were brightly colored wild flowers clinging to the side along with thick green vines. The grass swayed in the light breeze, and even more flowers were growing in the long green strands. Lovino tilted his head in confusion when he saw something on the cliff, and as Antonio slowed down and let go of his hand in order to land, he realized that it was a picnic.

A blanket with half of the Spanish flag on it, half the Italian flag, was laid out, a gift from Feli last Christmas. On top of it Lovino could see several baskets, one filled to the brim with bright red tomatoes with it's lid tossed to the side, the others closed. Two pitchers of lemonade sat on the blanket, their ice cubes slowly moving around and glistening in the sun.

A blush crept on to Lovino's face at the scene. He could tell it obviously took a long time to set up, with the plates nearly stacked and the napkins kept under the baskets carefully so they wouldn't blow away. There was even a small vase of picked flowers near the lemonade. Lovino stayed in the air, his wings flapping as he waited for Antonio to help him land. He may be able to do it on his own, but Antonio had always loved helping for some reason so Lovino would always let him. Sure enough, as soon as the Spanish man landed, he tuned around towards Lovino and raised his arms up, green eyes shining.

"Right into my arms, mi amor," he crooned softly, grinning at the blush he got in response. Lovino complied anyways, shakily moving to fly near Antonio's arms until he let his wings drop, half falling into them. Antonio quickly wrapped his arms around the other, burying his face into Lovino's soft tendrils.

Lovino closed his eyes and allowed himself to be held by the other for a moment before pushing away. "Lemme go, bastard," he grumbled. Antonio hesitated before giving him a light squeeze and laughing cheerfully, releasing him and motioning towards the set up blanket.

They moved towards the picnic, Antonio grabbing Lovino's hand. Lovino grumbled and tugged half heartedly at it as if he wanted to let it go, but he actually enjoyed the warm hand of the older angel around his own, and after a moment he sighed and tightened his grip on Antonio.

"Damn bastard," he said, though he didn't mean it.

"I love you too," Antonio said, and he did mean it.

They sat on the blanket, Antonio smiling at Lovino. It may have been the younger's imagination, but there seemed to be a nervous tinge to it. He shrugged it off as Antonio handed him a tomato, his wings fluttering slightly. "Te amo," he said softly as he handed the red fruit over, bright emerald eyes shining even more in the sunlight. Love was clearly reflected in them and it made Lovino's stomach flip giddily.

"...Ti amo troppo, tomato bastard," Lovino said as he looked down at the tomato in his hand, taking a bite. Antonio's smile widened, and he watched Lovino as he ate the tomato with a loving gaze. "Aren't you going to eat?" Lovino asked as he licked his lips. Antonio quickly shook his head, seeming a tad jumpy.

"Nah, I like watching mi Lovinito eat," he said with a shrug. The Italian stuck his tongue out but went with it. It was a little early to eat lunch, anyways. He wasn't even that hungry yet.

When Lovino finished, Antonio suddenly brightened. The other angel let out a groan. He knew what that face meant. The bastard suddenly got an idea.

"Dance with me, Lovi!"

"W-what? We haven't even started eating-!" Lovino's quick and flustered protest was cut short when Antpnio grabbed his hand tightly, tugging him upwards. When he looked at Lovino with that damn puppy dog face, there was no way he could say no. "Idiot," Lovino grumbled as he was pulled flush against the other's chest. He could feel Antonio's wings flapping in excitement and his own twitched in annoyance. "There's not even any music."

Lovino's cheeks burst into a heavy blush when he felt Antonio's laugh vibrate through his chest and he felt like he was in high school again. He buried his face in Antonio's chest as he allowed himself to be led around in a circle, the other swaying and humming under his breath, wings flapping with his made up beat. The long grass brushed against their ankles, the bright wild flowers seeming to sway with them. Lovino raised his eyes to look at the blur of baby blues, bright oranges, soft pinks, and cheerful yellows.

Suddenly Antonio stilled as his humming faded down to silence, and Lovino looked up at him in confusion. The green eyed angel was looking off to the side, biting his lip. As Lovino parted his lips to ask what was wrong, he suddenly spoke.

"I love you Lovino. I always will." A blush flooded to the Italian's cheeks (big fucking surprise), and Lovino tilted his head. It wasn't uncommon for Antonio to say something like that, but he had never sounded so nervous before.

"I love you too, Toni," he replied uncertainly, not sure where Antonio was going with this. Of course Lovino loved him. He could never imagine stopping.

It seemed that the curly haired brunette's shoulder slumped in relief and he shot Lovino a sunny smile, his green eyes bright, head tilted.

"Lovi... Mi Lovinito," he said, suddenly pulling away from the other. His large wings were flapping softly, his nervousness shown through them. "I couldn't imagine my life without you. You're amazing and smart and beautiful and a million other great things that I couldn't finish saying even if I had all the time in the world," he murmured sweetly. Lovino tilted his head at the other, lips parted in confusion as Antonio suddenly slid down onto one knee. Golden eyes widened as he stared down at Antonio, his heart seeming to stop.

"Lovino Vargas," the Spaniard started, and said angel was finding it hard to breath. "Will you marry me?" A box was produced, inside a small golden ring.

It was like time seemed to freeze, the two figures frozen in a picture. The sky a bright blue with big puffy clouds, a green canvas of grass with colors of the rainbows painted onto it as flowers. A blanket carefully spread out, food and drinks splayed out onto it. And a kneeling figure and a standing figure in the middle of it all. It was a picture that held many imperfections- some of the tomatoes were over ripe, the lemonade was a little watery, a napkin had blown away, the flowers in the vase were starting to wilt, the Spaniard's hair was too long, there was a small hole in the blanket, the Italian's wing was covered in a thick metal brace. But, despite the flaws, the pure happiness that shone in each of the figure's eyes made it the most perfect picture in the world.

"Yes," Lovino said, his voice catching. "Yes, of course you bastard!" he said louder as Antonio grinned and jumped up, grabbing Lovino in a hug and twirling him around.

And this was all Lovino had ever wanted. He had only ever wanted someone to love him as much as he loved them, someone who could look past his faults and find his true personality. Someone who didn't mind his crappy personality, his angry scowls, his harsh attitude, his broken wings. Because, they may be broken, yes, but Antonio had helped heal Lovino's heart.

And that was all that mattered.