A/N: I have absolutely no idea why I made Ludwig go to Germany.

Why did I do that.

I killed my direction.

Geh. ;; Well, I'm very glad you guys have read this! Thank you for all the follows and favorites and reviews! Even though I've completely lost my way with this story-

And I'm very sorry for the late update! Studying for finals really sucks...

Anyway! Enjoy!

The birds were singing sweetly when Antonio opened his eyes to the harsh sunlight, making him groan and roll onto his other side to escape from the brightness. A yelp and a low growl was heard before he was suddenly violently shoved onto the cold hard-wood floor, instantly snapping him out of his sleepy state. He briefly wondered if Silvio had slipped into his bed that night, but quickly dismissed it on the grounds of that being a completely stupid idea.

"Stupid bastard! Ever roll on me again and I'll shove a fork up your ass!" he heard, his brain hazily trying to match the voice with a face, until the previous night flooded into his brain. Oh. So that wasn't a dream. He really did have a violent, talking doll. That went from a child to an adult. Well.

"Lo siento." he mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with a loud yawn. He heard a hmph from above before the rustling of his bed sheets, a tired frown tugging at his lips. He wanted to go back to sleep...

"If you're so sorry, then go get me some damn tomatoes." the doll huffed, making Antonio squirm. He felt bad for rolling over on him, but he really wanted to sleep... "If you sit there for too long, your brain will rot."

"Fine." he sighed, pushing himself off of the hard surface with a long stretch. He caught a glimpse of honey eyes peering at him before a pillow was thrown in his face and he stumbled back, clutching onto the soft item in surprise.

"Hurry up!" the Italian snapped, a low, demanding hiss following shortly after. Another sigh was heard from the Spaniard as he let the pillow drop to the floor, turning on his heel to stumble out into the hallway. He glanced up at the clock hanging in the hallway as he passed by it to go into the kitchen, his exhaustion only growing. He never woke up this early! Who the hell was awake at eight in the morning on a Saturday anyway?! This was definitely not turning out the way he wanted it to...

He padded into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes a few more times to let them adjust. A white note caught his attention and he made a little hum of curiosity, fingertips skating over the smooth surface of the island as he made his way around it to read the words clearly.

"'Oi, stupid brat,'" he read out loud, a grimace settling on his features as he realized who had written it. Damn it. "'I'm leaving again. If you burn down the house, you're a dead man. If mom and dad come home, tell them I stopped by. Signed, Silvio.'" Well, that got him conveniently out of the way. Now he wouldn't have to worry about him discovering Lovino or anything. Speaking of the little doll...

"Yo, fucking moron! Hurry up and get it already! I know you're an idiot, but even a baby could get some tomatoes!" he heard screeched from his room, causing him to let out a puff of irritation. Since when did it turn into him being bossed around in his own home? Just the previous morning, he had been able to groggily roll out of bed and blast his Spanish music, yawning and munching on tomatoes as he sleepily tugged on his uniform and dragged himself outside to get a ride from Francis. He had a feeling that the doll may turn into a large issue for him...

He sighed and shook his head, crumpling up the note to toss into the trashcan before making his way to his fridge, shivering at the blast of cool air on his bare arms. He leaned over to pull open the bin containing his favorite fruit and pulled a few out, hesitating before grabbing the milk carton to pour the prissy doll something to drink.

When he returned with the food and drinks, Lovino was sitting up in the bed, auburn hair a tousled mess, his shirt (his, Antonio's very own shirt) wrinkled and just a bit too short on him when he stretched, exposing a strip of dark skin. His sweats were bunched up around his knees, the elastic straining over his kneecaps. When the Italian caught his stare he scowled, pulling the blanket over himself. "Fucking pervert."

Antonio flushed lightly despite his innocence, clearing his throat before offering him the tray, a sheepish smile brightening his features. "I cut some up for you in case you wanted a change." he informed him, falling into his friendly nature easily. It doesn't hurt to be nice! Even if the person he was being nice to was a doll that talked and moved and seemed to hate his guts...

"Like I give a shit." was the instant reply, along with a jerk of the tray in Lovino's direction. He flashed him the middle finger and bit into one of the full tomatoes, completely ignoring the energy the Spaniard put into cutting up the tomatoes to please him. Crimson juice dribbled down his chin as he chomped away, nose scrunching up like a cute little rabbit's (in Antonio's opinion) when he spotted the milk. "I don't drink milk." he muttered, pushing it away from him.

"Oh, I'm sorry! What do you drink then?" he questioned, somewhat curious. Were dolls even able to drink? Well, if they could eat...

"Tomato juice."

Tomato juice? But he was already eating tomatoes... Even that was a bit too much in his opinion, and he ate tomatoes with practically every meal! Wait, how was he even able to eat? How was he even able to move? He still understood absolutely nothing about the situation he had gotten himself into. When he was younger, dolls only talked and walked when you made them. They didn't make you put on rings that made you bleed, and they definitely didn't insult him constantly.

"Lovino," he spoke slowly, easing himself onto the bed. Immediately said boy looked at him suspiciously, body twisting to keep the tomato out of his grasp.

"What the hell do you want?"

"I'm just... confused," He ignored the interject of "about more things than one," and continued on with speaking. "About this situation. How can you talk? How are you able to walk? Are there more than one of these... dolls like you?"

Emerald eyes studied the other on his bed for a few moments before uttering a sigh and turned to face him completely, setting the half-devoured fruit down on the tray. He took a few deep breaths before his shoulders slumped and he ran a hand through his hair, drawing his attention to a stray curl springing from his head. What the...? When had that gotten there? Oh, it looked really cute-

"I was created a very, very long time ago," Lovino began quietly, his fiery attitude calming to a slight sizzle. "Longer than you've lived. Longer than your grandparents have lived. Father created a lot of us, but many were destroyed after we were stolen from him. Once people heard that we were stolen, they scrambled to get us for themselves. So, we've been stolen and passed down and sold for decades now... We're usually able to strike up a contract with most people, but some of the crazier bastards freak out when they see us get up, so they... try to destroy us. Most of us escape. The rest die." His shoulders visibly tensed and his fingers curled into fists, trembling slightly from emotion. "The ones that are broken are just broken. We can't fix them. Father is gone, so we have no one to recreate them. We can't do shit for them. Humans just decided to fucking take us, and when they decided they didn't like what they saw, they just fucking smashed them to bits. Even though it's not their place to decide whether we should be able to live or not."

Antonio tried to take all of this new information in, his heart cracking at the sight of the doll becoming overcome with emotion. His arms were instantly around him, drawing him into his chest. "Fusososososo..." he soothed, rubbing his back gently. "Fusososososo..."

"Wh.. What the fuck?" the other questioned in a daze, too stunned to react straight away. Was he breaking or something?

"It's a cheer up charm!" he explained, his hand still making soothing circles across his back. "You were getting so sad... I needed to cheer you up!" The little squeeze he delivered was enough to crack Lovino's momentary stunned attitude, the fire sparking and leaping back into a full blaze. He shoved him away and scowled, cheeks tinged with embarrassment.

"Don't fucking touch me ever again! How dare you, you jackass! If you ever- ever hug me again, I'll kill you!" he screeched, throwing one of the freshly picked tomatoes directly in the line of his face. He was panting hard, timer ticking out of control. Antonio laughed and dodged the flying fruit, grin large and amused, picking up one of the slices to throw back at him before his expression shifted to that of concern.

"Lovino...?" he asked hesitantly, reaching out to touch the suddenly still brunet. The moment his hand connected with his shoulder the other slumped, falling into his lap. "Dios mio! Lovino!" he exclaimed in a panic, shaking him repeatedly.

"Lovino! Lovino, are you okay? Lovino!"

Translations:

Dios mio! - My God! {Spanish}