It has been a while since Grandpa Roma introduced his Spanish friend, Antonio, to his grandchildren, Feliciano and Lovino. Feliciano was the younger brother and was loved by everyone, while the older brother, Lovino, was always ignored. When they first met, Lovino was suspicious of the Spaniard, thinking he was another one of those who were bewitched by his little brother. He and Grandpa Roma had said that they were working on some business, but Lovino knew better. Sometimes he eavesdropped on their conversations, and could understand very little, such as an impending war, Germany, a city called Guernica...Then, he also heard that Antonio had to leave for a few months. When the conversation ended, the door suddenly opened and... Lovino cried out in surprise and lost his balance, falling straight into Antonio's solid arms.

"Hi, Lovino!"

"What... don't touch me, you bastard!" Lovino felt his face heat up with embarrassment and scrambled to his feet, shoving Antonio and backing away until he hit the wall behind him.

"Why do I always seem to find you eavesdropping?" Antonio gave him an amused smirk.

"It's my house." Lovino said, indignantly.

"And I wasn't eavesdropping, I was..." He had no idea what to say. "I was... oh, go away."

Antonio nodded. "Very well." He started for the door, but at that moment, Lovino felt his hand rushing to grab Antonio's shirt. He was absolutely certain he had never meant to do that. Antonio looked down, almost as surprised as Lovino himself. His eyes darted away nervously.

"You're leaving." Antonio smiled again. "You weren't eavesdropping, were you?"

Lovino glanced at him. "It's the only way I could find out what you're doing. Otherwise, no one tells me anything."

"Yeah, Lovino, I'm leaving for a bit. But don't worry. I'll be back soon, I'll be here quite often."

"I'm not worried!" Lovino spat out, indignant.

"Of course not." Antonio was too close. Lovino tried to ignore the twist in his stomach, the way his breathing began to quicken, because he didn't care, Antonio didn't make him feel like that and oh god, his scent was mesmerizing, NO! "Fine," Antonio continued "I think it's fin-"

"Don't waste your goodbyes on me, you bastard, go find my "cute" brother and say hello to him instead." Lovino winced the moment the words left his mouth. It didn't come out as sullen as it sounded to his ears, did it...?

Antonio simply laughed. "Oh, Lovi."

Antonio took a step closer and Lovino pressed himself even more against the wall behind him.

Then Antonio leaned over and slowly placed a hand on his hip.

Lovino's eyes widened. His heartbeat began to race, his palms began to sweat, and the back of his neck burned with a heat that soon spread to his entire body.

Then he felt Antonio's hot breath against his ear.

"Feliciano is cute, Lovi. But you are beautiful."