En el peor de lo que tu eres, es el mejor de mí.

With a low grunt, Antonio sat up and swung his legs over the edge of his bed. He had an early morning meeting with his boss, one of the only things that was able to make the cheerful Spaniard's face pull into a frown. Sure meetings were a drag, but the fact he was seperated from his Italian so early in the morning made the whole event worsen at least ten fold.

With another grunt, he stretched and popped his sleeping body into full alertness, taking a quick glance at the calender sitting peacefully on the cherry wood cheffonier that sat just a foot away. The current date was circled, and he sat that thinking of reasons why today could possibly be more important than the other crossed out days, then it hit him.

His previous frown quicky pulled upwards into a smile, slight dimples making a show on the apples of his cheeks. He pushed his laptop aside, revealing a box, and a pad of paper. Grabbing a purple pen, and the paper, he wondered down stairs to make his amor a quick, surprise breakfast before bringing it upstairs, and scribbling a messy note.

Nel peggiore di quello che sono è il meglio di mi..

Romano's usual routine consisted of laying in bed for hours after waking up (to perk up, as much as a sour man could...) insisting it was completely beneficial Antonio allowed him this, for his safety. After deeming himself ready to take on the obnoxious world, he sat up, seeing that someone is missing. He huffed, and stared at the empty spot on his bed (It was his, dammit!), a large porclein bowl sitting on the desk caught his eye, as well as folded sheet of paper.

He crawled across the bed, and grabbed the bowl, and the note.

'Tomatoes? That sweet bastard...' He thought to himself, taking no time to inhale the bowl of sliced fruit in a matter of minutes, before reading the note.

Lovi,
I'm sorry for not being there when you awoke this morning, I had an urgent meeting with my boss, I didn't want to sacrifice your beauty sleep just to get up early to see me off. Though, you, as well as I, know I would much rather be relaxing in bed with my tomatito, then leaving our warm bed just to sit in a room for too many hours. I say this often, but I doesn't change the intensity, and warmth of my words; Te amo.
I adore you to pieces Romano, don't you forget that!
I wish I was there to watch you wake up, I absolutely love the way your look at me when you just wake up every morning. Happiness just radiates from you, and I know it's what keeps me cheerful through everything, that expression.. I don't need you to say a word to understand that glow, just like I don't need to verbally express that I recieved the unspoken confession. Your eye's look so sparkly when you're happy! Please, be happy more often Lovi! I love that bright amber!
As painful as it is for me to leave you, the welcoming embraced I am blessed with each time I come home, makes the distant tolerable.

Before you continue reading, look under you pillow.

'What's the idiot talking about now?'
Romano resisted the urge to hit himself as he followed the orders in the note.
Lightly gripping the silken pillow, he tossed it to the side. His heart nearly stopped when he saw the gold band placed there, the soft caress of the morning sun nearly taking his breath away as well.

He quickly grabbed the letter, and continued to read, almost hoping it was what he thought it was.
In much neater penmanship said the final words he was looking for.

Marry me, Lovino Romano Vargas.

A shaking arm reach forward, grabbing the golden ring, slipping it on his finger. When he thought he couldn't get anymore astonished, he read the engraving on the back of the band, and lost it.

Even at your worse, You're the best of me.