*Hurrah! My Valentine's day story that became really long? Yep yep. And I'm not even sure if I like the ending... Sigh. However, I still hope you lovelies had a fantastic Valentine's day! Sorry this is a bit late, got caught up in my partying and couldn't get to a computer. Also, this story is so long. IT'S 4,440 WORDS GUYS WHAT. Hehe, anywho, I hope you enjoy this!*

Upon waking up, walking downstairs, and seeing the beautiful rose placed perfectly on his kitchen counter, Arthur became very, very tempted to turn around and go back to bed. He almost did, eyes flickering between the bright red flower and the stairs. Almost. Because, as anti-romantic and British as he was, he did not turn back on his duties. And it was really his duty to be a nice boyfriend today.

You see, Arthur did not participate in Valentine's day. That is, he didn't do anything for his boyfriend. As harsh as that might seem, it wasn't his idea. Long ago, Francis had decided that Arthur would be horrible at giving Valentine's day presents and being romantic in general, so therefore he decided that Arthur would not be allowed to "Ruin ze 'oliday". So, Arthur was banned, and it was all he could do to be a nice, sweet, not-in-denial boyfriend on February 14th to make up for his lack of gifts. It was really, really hard sometimes.

Like now. Sighing, Arthur tromped over to the crimson petals, gingerly lifting up the small pink tag despite his angered expression.

Lapin, First of all, good morning sleepy head! I made a list of favorite things about you, and put roses at places that corresponded to them. Now you have to go find them. Don't whine, this will be fun, it's like your Sherlock Homes books! First clue on back -

Arthur groaned, rolling his eyes. Francis had clearly misspelled Holmes on purpose. Besides that, walking around in the freezing cold weather in search of roses was the last thing he wanted to do. Not only would he look like a complete loner, but it would require talking to people and being social in general. He just wanted to curl up next to a fire and read, maybe cuddling with his boyfriend as he did so. He didn't want to do... whatever crazy things Francis had in mind. Flipping the card over, Arthur had to fight down a teeny tiny smile at the clue of sorts.

11th favorite thing about you: Your perfectly British obsession with tea

With a small shake of his head, Arthur stumbled up the stairs, opening his drawers and finding a suitable button up shirt and his favorite green sweater vest. Swishing through his closet, he grabbed his comfortable brown corduroys, therefore completing his outfit in a reluctant rush. Running a comb through his choppy dirty-blonde hair, Arthur brushed his teeth and patted his hair down in one last attempt before heading back down, stopping to write a quick note to his mum. She would be back at lunch, and he didn't want her to worry.

Finally, Arthur reached his very much beat up car, yanking the door open and slamming it shut behind him after three tries to get it closed. While getting ready, he had went over the "clue" again and was now 100% sure of his first suspicion, he was off to the local coffee shop. Thank God, he really needed some tea right now.

Light hearted jingles rang through the shop as Arthur opened the door, taking in the familiar wooden tables and the multi-colored murals filling the wall. There were some new ones today, tiny scenes of people kissing, hearts over their heads and coffee cups in hand. "Arthur!" called a cheery blonde, waving from behind the counter. "Happy Valentine's Day!"

Arthur smiled, heading over to his friend. "Good morning, Bella, same to you. The paintings are lovely, did you do them last night?"

"Most of them, I wanted to surprise the customers when they came in! Feliciano helped, of course."

Arthur nodded. "Of course. The boy has definite talent." Looking around, it occured to Arthur that he hadn't seen a rose anywhere. "Um, Bella, I don't suppose you-"

The woman waved him off with a laugh, ducking behind the counter. "Have a rose?" she asked when she came back up, twirling a delicate and beautifully red flower between her fingers. "Why yes, I do!"

Arthur sighed with relief. "Oh good. I thought for a second I had gotten it wrong."

"No, and I also have your tea," Bella said with a wide smile, dramatically grabbing a steaming paper coffee cup and placing it in Arthur's hands. "You have no idea what I went through for this. Your boyfriend was breathing down my neck the whole time. Is your tea really that specific?"

Arthur let out a large laugh. "Oh God, I'm so sorry. It's not really, but I pretend it has to be absolutely perfect just to see him concentrate."

Bella laughed, shaking her head. "You two... Well, I suppose you'll be off to the next clue?"

Arthur turned the tag over, reading with a faint hint of a blush:

10th favorite thing: The smile on your face when you read your favorite book. I fall in love every time.

Bella sighed loudly, elbows resting on the counter. "Why don't I have a beautiful French boyfriend?"

Arthur smirked, adding the rose to the first one in his bag. "Because the only one in our town is taken. By me."

Nearing his favorite bookshop, Arthur was stopped by a little gleam of red peeking from a cafe window. Looking closer, he saw it was just a... plastic-looking tomato? Odd. Shaking his head with a smile as he thought of Lovino and Antonio, he continued walking and finally entered the bookstore.

Sitting quietly on a chair behind the checkout counter was the rather sad looking worker, with her hair in a tight bun. Arthur sighed. She really wasn't his favorite person to talk to, but no matter. All in the name of being a good boyfriend. "Excuse me, miss?"

The woman looked up sharply. "Yes?"

Arthur swallowed subtly, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head. "You haven't happened to see a rose, have you? Or been given a clue?"

The woman blinked a few times, adjusting your glasses. "Oh. I guess you really do have extremely bright green eyes. Hmm. Yes, your... "friend". Was here earlier. I suggest looking towards the back." She gestured lazily towards a bookshelf, sitting back in her chair.

Arthur smiled lightly, turning. "Thank you," he called over his shoulder, walking quickly down a familiar aisle, stopping when he found himself in front of a glorious collection. Sighing happily, Arthur murmured "Shakespeare."

Fluttering his hands gently over the familiar titles, Arthur tilted his head as he realized one was missing... Turning around, he caught sight of a book lying on one of the stools, marked with a sticky note saying, "Please do not move book unless you're Arthur Kirkland."

Chuckling quietly, Arthur removed the sticky note and unveiled the blue cover, gold lettering spelling out "A Midsummer's Night Dream."

Opening to the pages the rose was placed in the middle of, he smiled when he easily spotted one of his favorite quotes. "Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes."

Taking the rose, he almost eagerly took the tag, reading it with a no longer hidden smile.

9th favorite thing about you: Your hair. Don't you dare change it.

Arthur absent-mindedly brushed his bangs back, muttering, "But your hair is so much better."

Leaving the store, he gave a friendly wave to woman before pausing. Shuffling through his bag, he managed to find a bag of chocolate hearts he had received from someone or other the day before. Walking over to the the blonde lady, he placed the bag in front of her. "Happy Valentine's day."

The woman looked up at him, slight surprise in her face. "Thank you..." she said quietly, before giving a tentative smile. "I hope you complete your scavenger hunt."

Arthur smiled back. "Yeah, me too. I ought to see my boyfriend at some point today."

Arthur walked down the street, heading towards the small hair salon he knew Francis went to. Apparently they used organic product that was better for your hair, but Arthur remained skeptical. He simply cut his hair at the most convenient place, and it took about five minutes.

Arthur stopped short when he heard angry cursing in what he was positive was Italian. Looking around, he caught an angry dark auburn curl. "Lovino?" he asked with surprise.

The Italian whirled around. "Arthur? What the hell are you doing here?"

Arthur blinked. "What the hell are you doing here?

Then simultaneously, the two asked each other, "Where's your boyfriend?"

Arthur laughed sheephishly, gesturing for Romano to go first.

Lovino looked like he was about to object when he stopped himself, angrily answering, "My boyfriend is being a complete idiot asshole who thinks a good idea of a romantic Valentine's day is sending me out in freaking 0° weather."

Arthur cringed, Antonio was going to get it whenever Lovino found him. "Wait. You- You don't happen to be on a scavenger hunt right now, do you?"

Lovino looked at him wide-eyes. "Holy crap. Are all those effing roses around town from your French bastard?"

Arthur pulled out a rose from his bag, shrugging a bit apologetically. "Is the tomato I found earlier from your Spaniard?"

Lovino nodded, shoving a large bag of plastic tomatoes in Arthur's face. "So you're telling me both of our boyfriends had the same awful idea and decided to torture both of us? The bastards."

Arthur rubbed his temples. "I can't believe this. I wonder..." he trailed off, looking around.

"What?" Lovino asked, arms crossed.

"I was just wondering about Matthew. Do you think?"

"Oh God the poor kid. If Gilbert... have you seen anything?" Lovino bit his lip, quaking with fear for the Canadian.

Arthur tilted his head, thinking back. "Actually, no... I'm only on my third clue though..."

Lovino smirked. "Ha! I'm on my seventh."

Arthur raised an eyebrow, looking back down at the tomatoes. "Well, your boyfriend probably makes the clues easier. And when did you start?"

"Eight this morning," Lovino said, defensive at Arthur's comment. "And I'll have you know his stupidity makes it harder to figure out the clues, Eyebrows."

Arthur raised his hands innocently. "Whatever you say. And see? I started at around nine-thirty. Why were you even up at eight?"

Lovino sighed. "Well, you see, I happened to ask my bastard of a boyfriend out exactly a year ago, making today not only Valentine's day, but our anniversary. So I felt doubly responsible to do things today, like going on a date. I wake up, start to get ready, and there, taped to my fucking window, is a note. And there go my plans for the day." Lovino mimed an explosion with his hands, glare intensified.

Arthur took in a breath. "Oh that's right. Wow. I suppose whatever's at the end of the scavenger hunt must be incredibly romantic, though, right?"

Lovino scowled. "The second I lay my eyes on the moron I'm killing him."

"Ah. Pleasant. Well, I'm off to a hair salon... Part of the game," Arthur added quickly at Lovino's dubious expression.

Lovino nodded. "Ugh, The French bastard would leave a clue at a salon.

"Well, I imagine I'll see you around," Arthur said somewhat cheerily, hefting his bag further up on his shoulder.

Lovino frowned. "Hurry up and find all of those damn roses. They annoy me."

If we were being honest, we could say that everything was annoying Lovino at the moment. He was cold, he was boyfriendless, and was participating in a "fun" scavenger hunt that was was in actuality annoying as hell.

So it was that when he got to the movie theater, his seventh clue, and asked the attendant if they had seen a tomato, he may have been a bit overly snappy. The blonde gave it to him anyways, though, looking at him with an annoyed expression.

"Yeah, the girl on the earlier shift told me to, like, give this to you. So, did your girlfriend set this up, or?" The boy questioned, a hand on his hip.

"Boyfriend," Lovino clarified, staring at the boy challengingly. That was when he realized the boy looked really familiar. "Oh, you go to my school, don't you?"

The boy, Feliks, squinted. Suddenly, his green eyes widened. "Oh that's right! You're totally dating the really hot Spanish guy, right? Antonio? Wow, I, like, don't know why I didn't remember you."

Lovino nodded, a faint smirk on his face. "Yeah, dating the hot Spaniard." Looking back at the tomato and screwing the plastic container open (Yep, they were actually tomato shaped boxes, Lovino had no idea where Antonio got so many), Lovino sighed tiredly as he picked up the note.

Okay, next clue... And good job on finding this one! The next tomato is at a place full of really cute things. (Not as cute as you, of course, but still.)

Groaning, Lovino thought, oblivious to the blonde reading over his shoulder. "Really cute things?" he asked, wrinkling his nose. "Well that's generic."

Lovino snorted. "Welcome to my life," he replied before realizing how close Feliks was and backing away. "And this is none of your damn business!"

The boy suddenly gasped, raising his arms as if he had just made the biggest discovery in the world. "Ohmigod. I totally know what it is!"

Lovino raised an eyebrow. "Really."

Feliks smiled widely. "Yes, really! So you know how, like, animals are super cute? Well isn't there a pet store around here?"

Lovino face-palmed. "Why didn't I think of that?"

Feliks shrugged happily. "I dunno, but I totes did so it's okay! You're lucky I was here."

Lovino nodded absent-mindedly. "Yeah, I guess. Thanks."

"Oh, it was no problem! I was super bored over here, so..."

Lovino smiled half-heartedly, awkwardly heading towards the door. "So are you meeting a special someone after this?" he questioned, trying to make conversation.

Feliks giggled, a dreamy look coming into his eyes. "Yeah..." he sighed. Blinking, he gave a wild wave to Lovino, who was now at the door, calling, "Have fun on your scavenger thingy!"

Lovino nodded, bracing himself for the February cold.

He accidentally found the Canadian at the pet store. He didn't look at the boy until he heard a small, "Oh, I'm so sorry," that was distinctly too nice. Whipping his head up, he was met with a happy and bundled up Matthew, clutching a collection of... "What the hell is all that?"

Matthew did a double take. "Lovino? What are you doing here? I- isn't it your anniversary?"

Lovino glared. "Yes. It is. And my boyfriend is sending me on a freaking scavenger hunt-" Lovino held a hand up when Matthew opened his mouth. "And yes I'm aware you're on a hunt too. So is Eyebrows. Now what the hell do you have in your arms?"

Matthew seemed a bit speechless, before looking down at his possessions and blushing slightly. "Well, Gilbert's been putting things to make pancakes everywhere. It's really very sweet, but I don't know if I'll be able to hold it all after a while." Matthew bit his lip worriedly.

Lovino rolled his eyes. "I'm sure you'll be just fine. Are you almost done?"

Matthew smiled. "Yes, I think this is actually the last clue. What about you?"

Lovino sighed. "I'm on my eighth clue, I've got three more I think. This is so stupid."

Matthew gave Lovino a sympathetic smile. "Well, I'm sure whatever Antonio has planned for you is really cute."

"Why does everyone think I'm going to find some freaking pile of romantic gold at the end of this damn rainbow of a scavenger hunt?"

"Wrong Holiday," Matthew said with a shake of his head. "And it is your anniversary."

"No need to remind me, pancake bastard."

Matthew helped his friend find the the tomato box happily, personally mulling over his own clue. Where I awesomely fell in love with you. It was probably one of the most romantic things Gilbert had ever said, but Matthew had no idea where Gilbert had fallen in love with him. Sure, he knew where he had fallen in love with Gilbert, but it was different for each person and, well, it could be anywhere with Gilbert. Tilting his head, Matthew cut in between Lovino's complaining to ask, "Lovino, has Gilbert ever talked about me?"

The Italian looked at him with disbelief. "Matthew. You're dating the bastard. The question is does he talk about anything else?"

Matthew blushed lightly. "Oh, well... has he... evertalkedaboutthefirsttimeh efellinlovewithme?," Matthew let out in a giant rush, not being used to talking to Lovino about feelings. Or Gilbert in general.

Lovino barely blinked at Matthew's fast words, being all too used to his twin brother's talking. "Probably. Why? Is it your last clue?" Seeing Matthew's nod, Lovino sighed, stopping to think. "I usually tune out the narcissist , but... Oh. Was there a time the Bad Touch was walking downtown, and you were in... a tree?"

Matthew nodded. "Yes... It looked a lot like a one at my old house, and I just felt better up there. Gilbert saw me, and he ended up joining me and we just... talked. But that's it! We didn't do anything, we just sat there. It was kind of normal. Peaceful, you know?" Matthew looked over at Lovino, eyes wide. "So... so it couldn't have been then, right?"

Lovino shrugged. "Look, I don't know. But Gilbert was talking about it one day and he said something about falling in love and I'm guessing that's it."

Matthew nervously adjusted his glasses. "Well, I guess I could try."

Lovino nodded. "You do that. I'm gonna go figure out where the hell this clue is supposed to go."

"Okay. Good luck!" Matthew said, before heading the opposite way down the sidewalk from Lovino.

There are three ending to this story. They are all rather long endings. They are all really hard to summarize. But yet, so is love. So I suppose I'll try.

Matthew finished his hunt first, walking up to a familiar tree and finding a portable grill and a nice picnic blanket. He didn't find Gilbert until five seconds later, when the albino appeared from the other end of the park, rushed looking. "Sometimes I forget how fast you are," he said with a grin. "You figured out those clues at awesome lightning speed."

Matthew shrugged lightly. "They were kind of easy. Except this one."

Gilbert looked around, head tilted. "Hey, my hints were not easy. And why was this one so hard?"

"Well, you knew when you fell in love with me, but I didn't! It could have been anywhere!"

Gilbert laughed. "Oh, that's right. I just forget, because this is my favorite awesome moment."

Matthew shook his head, staring up at the giant tree. "I just don't get why."

Gilbert's red eyes widened incredulously. "Why? It- It... Climb the tree," he finally demanded.

Matthew looked at his boyfriend, slightly confused. "O-Okay, but what-"

"Birdie, climb the tree."

Matthew risked one more glance at his companion, before finding a good branch to hold on to and a good footholder, starting to climb. Gilbert watched triumphantly from below, before the blonde peeped his head down. "You're coming up here, too, right?" he asked quietly.

Gilbert grinned. "Of course. I'm wasn't just going to unawesomely leave you there." He grabbed a branch, pulling himself up.

Finally, they were both on a sturdy branch, fairly high up. Matthew turned to his boyfriend. "Okay, so what was the point of this?"

Gilbert seemed to be frozen in awe, and Matthew got to get a bit self-conscious. Fiddling with his hair, he questioned, "What?"

Gilbert seemed to shake himself out of it. "Sorry just... Okay. Imagine you're me, last year. And you're sitting here, and the sky is this awesome blue color, and it would be awesome on it's own but then there's this boy talking, and he's Canadian and you think he's kind of shy, although you'll find out later that's not true but not the point right now, and he's just kind of... talking awesomely. In this really pretty voice. And he has this awesome blonde hair and awesome purple eyes, and all of the sudden it doesn't matter what he's talking about. And you just kind of awesomely realize, "Oh I love him." Get it?"

Matthew stared at Gilbert's animated face and gorgeous ruby eyes and nodded numbly. "Got it," he whispered.

And then he was shifting so that he was pressed close to the boy's knees and he kissed him.

Lovino finished his game second, and by the end he was fuming with a harsh mix of hatred and desperation. When he finally made it up the hill and to the absolutely stunning and well-thought out picnic table, complete with both of their favorite foods and candles and a heck ton of tomatoes and lillies... Well. His mind got a bit frazzled. And sometimes when your mind gets frazzled you do strange things, like tackle your boyfriend to the ground and kiss him senseless.

Lying on Antonio's chest with a fierce look of anger in his eyes, Lovino stated clearly. "You are an idiot. You are never making me walk around in the freezing cold again. You are taking me here directly and not making me deal with any other assholes besides you."

Antonio grinned from below his Italian. "Aw, c'mon Lovi! It was fun, wasn't it?"

Lovino shook his head slowly. "No. No it was not." Looking down at Antonio's semi-disappointed face, he offered a small smile. "This is nice, though."

Antonio's grin came back full force. "I knew you'd like it. And the kiss from earlier proved my point. You missed me all day, didn't you?"

Lovino looked away, fighting down his smile. "Not a bit, bastard. I was just really cold is all."

"You're always cold."

Lovino bit his lip, considering just how romantic he was going to allow himself to be today. Those green eyes were looking so damn happy, though, and Lovino just wanted to see how bright he could make them so he let out a quiet but clear, "Not when I'm with you."

And that really was all the confirmation Antonio needed, because Lovino being romantic borderline cheesy was almost impossible to come by, and so he cherished it, leaning up to kiss the smaller boy again. And again.

Until finally, both of them laying on the grass, tomatoes (real ones) in hand, they decided that it was probably a good time to eat the food Antonio ad so carefully prepared.

And maybe over the table someone muttered, "I can't believe it's been a year."

And maybe someone answered, "It feels like longer."

And maybe, just maybe, someone said, "So since you have the quilt... you wouldn't mind marrying me?"

And someone just might have possibly not 100% percent sure but maybe... said, "Not really," and then added, "I couldn't imagine marrying anyone else, at least."

And I know someone said, "Good. Te amo," and someone replied, "It's pronounced Ti amo, bastard."

Last but not least, a certain Englishman finished his scavenger hunt, ringing the doorbell to a pristine white house. "You know," he said when Francis opened the door, "If you wanted me to come over you could have just asked. A scavenger hunt seems a bit extreme."

Francis laughed. "I needed time to get ready, and I thought you would at least be entertained."

Arthur shook his head. "I was definitely entertained. You have now piqued my curiosity, though, what's your favorite thing about me? You left off at the second."

Francis smiled, ushering Arthur in. "Well, I wasn't quite sure, because I mainly love everything, but I think I've narrowed it down."

Arthur followed his boyfriend. "Have you, now?"

"Oui. It, well, It's a kind of complicated thing, really." Francis gracefully moved to the couch, which for some reason had books piled everywhere around it. Sitting down, Francis handed Arthur a mug that had been steaming on the coffee table. Arthur looked over at Francis expectantly.

The man in question cleared his throat. "Well... I suppose the best way to put it is that you love me best. You just... know how to make me feel better, by being a complete stand-offish rosbif, but then again you really care. I don't know why, but you do. And it seems more genuine. So that's it really. You're the best person for me, and it's my favorite thing."

Arthur looked at Francis with almost sad eyes... but they were much too happy all at the same time. "Thank you. I- I made a bit of a list in my head as I went along on your little "challenge" to match yours, I wrote it down before I got here. I know I'm not supposed to do anything, but..."

Arthur quickly handed Francis the paper, folded and scrawled on in messy handwriting. Francis opened it with a fond smile.

Favorite thing about you: I get to call you mine

And that's why Francis and Arthur spent the rest of the day curled up with each other, one reading, one listening to Edith Piaf but they were both ridiculously happy with where they were. And when Arthur got tired he just rested against Francis, choppy blonde hair fluttering over Francis's heartbeat. And Francis kissed his forehead, thinking. How did I ever win Arthur Kirkland's heart? One thing was for sure, Francis was keeping it.

And thus, three ending are somewhat summarized and everyone has a happy Valentine's day and they all fall even more in love with each other. And it was discovered that falling in love can happen at the most random and seemingly unimportant moments, seemingly important moments can occur in the easiest ways, and sometimes being someone's is the greatest gift you can get.

The very cheesy, way too fluffy End.

*Whoop! So, do you have a toothache yet? Hmm? Stomachache? Are there happy tears in your eyes? Either way, I hope you enjoyed this at least a tiny bit! I tried, really. Have a wonderful weekend and such, lovelies! You are all beautiful people! And all input is appreciated, as well as hype for the new great event that is about to happen! I'll give you a hint, it involves dancing. Get ready.*