"Quit treating me like a girl, you damn bastard," Lovino growled in embarrassment. Antonio smiled teasingly and ruffled the Italian's dark hair, admiring the blush that immediately blossomed onto said Italian's cheeks. "I can't help it, Lovi. You're so damn cute! I just want to hug you and never let go!" Lovino turned a deeper shade of red, if that was even possible.

"I-I'll go make some cappuccinos…"

Antonio grinned. "You make the best ones ever. Much better than the ones at Starbucks, at least."

Lovino glared at his boyfriend menacingly, as if daring him to say anything else that compared his cappuccinos to the ones made at Starbucks. "Of course mine are better, jackass! Now just stay in here and keep your hands off anything you see, got it?" The Italian pulled himself away from Antonio, and then hurried out of the bedroom. Only Antonio could make him act so clumsy and hasty like this—well, Francis did too, but that was when he was molesting him. That did not count at all.

Antonio smiled. Lovino was just too cute to get mad at. He was such a—what was the word? It was Japanese, and it referred to someone that always is snappish but is actually adorable… Whatever the word was, that was what Lovino was. Antonio sighed happily and laid back on his boyfriend's bed, closing his eyes and fantasizing about what he would do with Lovino when he returned with their drinks. To put it mildly, the drinks would be long forgotten. Damn. Damn that fucking hurt! Just what was Lovino keeping under his pillow? Rocks? Guns? Antonio turned so he was lying on his stomach, and lifted up the pillow to see what the hell was so hard and uncomfortable under it.

Journal of Lovino Vargas

Hands off, you goddamn bastards!!

A diary? A diary! Antonio picked it up without thinking and hugged it to his chest in joy. How adorable could one person be? Lovino had a diary!? That was just too cute for one person to handle without randomly hugging the nearest person or thing. But what kind of adorable thoughts was Lovino writing? Something about how he loved Antonio? Oh fucking hell, the possibilities were endless!

Glancing back over his shoulder to see if Lovino was coming, Antonio opened the diary and began to read.

Oh damn….

"Hey, I'm ba—WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!!??" Lovino dropped the hot drinks on the floor, not caring if there were stains forming. He could blame Antonio for it later. "WHY ARE YOU READING MY JOURNAL, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!??" Lovino tackled the Spaniard and pried the book out of his hands, blushing deeper than any known shade of red.

"You snooping little….!"

"L-Lovi!! I'm so sorry!!" Antonio wailed, hugging his boyfriend tightly. Lovino flushed and shoved the Spaniard away, looking at him in shock and confusion. What the hell? "W-What are you talking about?" Lovino stammered.

"I should have called you sooner! I didn't know you were crying and moping! I'm sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" Antonio bawled, clutching Lovino tightly. Lovino frowned in irritation, but let the bastard hug him. "You damn well better be sorry…. And you made me drop the drinks too, jerk…"

Antonio pulled away for a moment, and looked thoughtfully at Lovino. He then smiled and began laughing.

"W-What is it?"

Antonio bent down a little bit and gently pressed his lips against Lovino's. When he pulled away, he said, "So you really dreamt of being the bottom one, and me the top?"

"C-CHIGI!!!!"

SUCKISH ENDING!!! *gets shot*