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   You sighed in frustration as you ran your fingers through your hair. Why does writing a paper have to be so hard?! You questioned yourself. You honestly had no idea, but you did know you hated it. As you were thinking about what the type next, you heard a door open, and then close. Smiling, you jumped up from your seat, ran down the stairs, and then to the front door. Standing there was your tired Italian boyfriend of two years, who was easing off his jacket. He looked up and spotted you.

   He smiled. “Hey-a, _____.” As he was putting his jacket on the coat hanger, you walked up to him and hugged him.

   “How was your day at work?” You asked into his chest. He smiled and wrapped his arms around you.

   “Good, but tiring. Thanks-a for asking, amore.” As his voice rumbled in his chest, you smiled. You loved the feel of it.

   “Of course,” You said as you pulled away from him. You looked up at him and smiled, and he tiredly smiled back. He leaned down and kissed your cheek, before heading into the kitchen. As you followed him in, you saw he pulled out of the fridge the leftovers from the night before. He always seemed to make too much pasta.

   As he put the leftover pasta into the microwave, you grabbed two plates, two forks, and two glasses, and set the table. As Lovino leaned against the wall waiting for the pasta to heat up, he loosened his tie, causing you to blush and look away from him. Gosh, he looks so sexy. He was in his work clothes, which was basically just a white dress shirt, black dress pants, and a tie. And boy, did he look good. His hair was messed up from the hard day at work, but his gravity defying curl still jutted out of his hair.

   “What?” Lovino said when he saw you look away and blush. Your face turned redder.

   “Nothing… It’s just that you look really good in that dress wear.” You mumbled, looking away. He just laughed.

   “I-a guess I do, don’t-a I?” He smirked a seductive smirk, causing you to giggle and look away once again with a blush. He silently made his way over to you, and wrapped his arms around your waist, causing you to squeak.

   “Come on, you-a know you want-a me~.” He said in a dangerously low tone. As his breath tickled your ear, shivers went down your spine. Just then the microwave beeped, signaling it was done. Lovino sighed, let go of you, and walked over to the microwave. Taking the now steaming pasta out, he walked to the table and put the normal amount you usually have on your plate, and then the rest on his plate.

   “That enough?” He asked, motioning toward your plate. You nod, and sit down. He puts the empty container onto the counter behind him, and then sits down. You both pick up your forks and start eating. Just like every dinner, you both talk about each other’s day, and any other random subjects you could think of. Neither of you got much time to talk to each other because of collage and work, since he usually got home late on the days he worked, and you sometimes worked overnight shifts.

   After you guys were done eating, Lovino helped clear off the table. Once all of the dishes were in the dishwasher, Lovino came up to you a pecked you on the lips.

   “I’m going to go to bed. Are you working tonight?” He said, almost sounding drunk because he was so tired. You giggled, and shook your head.

   “No, I’m not. I’ll join you in like, 30 minutes, though. I have to finish a paper.” He just nodded, and headed off to the bedroom, taking off his tie in the process. You sighed, and headed for your room. Your house was kind of weird, since you each had your own room, but both slept in the same bed in the same room. You both mainly used your rooms when you wanted to be alone, or for working on school.

   After about 30 minutes, you hit the save button on your project. Getting up, you stretched, and headed for the bedroom. Quietly creeping into the dark room, you grabbed your flannel PJ pants, since it was winter, and a random T-shirt of Lovi’s. Going back out into the hall, you went into the bathroom and changed. Folding up your day clothes, you crept back into the bedroom, and set them down the on dresser. As gently as you could, you climbed up into the queen sized bed, and quietly laid the blanket over you. As you were getting comfortable, you heard a soft moan.

   “_____?” A sleepy Lovino asked.

   “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You whispered back to him. You rolled over so that you were facing him. In the dim light of the room, you could see his glazed hazel eyes shining back at you.

   “Don’t worry, you-a didn’t wake me. I can’t-a sleep if I know you’re still-awake.” He inched closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

   “Ti amo, bella.” He said just above a whisper.

   “Ti amo troppo, Lovi.”

~Time skip, next day~

   You wake up to the obnoxious noise of your alarm clock, and then Lovino slamming his fist on the off button. Groaning, you slowly open your eyes, getting adjusted to the light.

   “We should probably get up, Lovi...” You say as you stretch your arms upwards.

   “No, it’s warm under here. Especially you,” He rewound his arms around you and hugged you tight, almost squeezing you. He buried his face into your neck, his hair tickling your skin. Giggling, you hugged back, listening to the Italian’s soft breathing. After a while, Lovino let go.

   “You’re-a right. We-a do need to-a get up.” He sat in an upward position and stretched. “At least I-a do. I hate working on-a Saturday’s.” He mumbled. You just softly smiled, and shuffled yourself out of bed.

   “Sucks for you,” You shot him a smirk as you walked out of the bedroom.

   “Ha ha ha.” Lovino sarcastically laughed, sending a mock glare at you. You just burst out laughing, and went into the kitchen to start making breakfast. Every morning you would do the leftover dishes from the night before, and then make breakfast. Usually by the time you were done, Lovino was out of the shower and dressed. Taking the eggs and bacon out of the fridge, you start making breakfast. After making a few eggs, and then putting the bread in the toaster, you hear footsteps come down the stairs. You glance over your shoulder to see Lovino in his usual work clothes. His hair was still wet from the shower, and that gravity defying curl of his still jutted out of his hair. Looked back at what you were doing, you quickly made a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast, and then handed it to Lovino.

   “Thanks, amore.” He said after kissing your cheek. You just shot a smile at him, and then made a plate of food for yourself. You sat your plate on the spot across from the Italian, and then went to the fridge to grab the milk. You grabbed two glasses, and then poured milk into both of them. As you handed one of the glasses of milk to Lovino, he warmly smiled up at you. You just smiled back, and then placed the other glass of milk next to your plate. As you sat down to start eating, Lovino spoke up.

   “Do you-a have to work tomorrow?” He asked, not even looking up from his plate.

   “I don’t think so. Why?” You asked back.

   “Well, I-a get off work early tomorrow, and I-a was thinking we could-a go out and do-a something.” He looked up from his meal and shot a small smile at you, hoping you would say yes.

   “Sure! That would be great.” You smiled a wide smile at him, while his just grew brighter.

   “Great.” Lovino then stood up from his spot on the table, his plate empty. Putting the plate in the sink, he came back to you. He leaned down and kissed you on the cheek, and then turned away to go get his briefcase. Unsatisfied with the kiss, you quickly got up and wrapped yours arms around his neck, making him turn to look at you. As he did so, you connected your lips with his. Smiling into the kiss, Lovino eagerly kissed you back.

   Lovino was the first to break away from the kiss.

   “I-a really have to go-a now.” He leaned his forehead to yours, and gazed lovingly into your eyes. “I’m going to be-a late.” Giving you one last peck on your lips, he turned away to get his briefcase. You just sighed, and followed him to the door. As he was walking out the door, he shot you one last loving smile before walking towards the car. You just smiled back, and waited for him to get into the car before shutting the door. After Lovino left, you went back to your half eaten plate of food to finish eating. Once you were done, you put the plate and glass into the sink, before going back up to your room to proofread your paper.

   30 minutes later, though, there was a knock on the door. The mail man, maybe? Frowning, you got up and went downstairs to the front door. Peeking through the peep hole, you almost gasped. Swinging the door open, it revealed a quite Canadian and a loud American.

   “Alfred! Matthew!” You said as you launched yourself at them. You wrapped your arms around both of their shoulders with a bright smile on your face.

   “Whoa, ______, easy there.” Alfred said, laughing. “We missed you too.”

   “You’re darn right I missed you! How have you two been?” You asked, pulling away from the two. Alfred and Matthew were your best friends when you were little. The two brothers had moved to (country name) because there were wars going on in their home countries, Canada and America. Sadly, though, they both moved away when you all hit 14. Matthew went with his uncle Francis to France, and Alfred when with his uncle Arthur to England, which left you back in (country name). You had all stayed in touch for a few years, before dying out because it was always awkward.

(If you live in Canada or America, just pretend that whoever’s country you were in, that they moved closer to where you live. And if you live in England or France, then they moved farther away from you. Sorry xD)

   Alfred just smiled. “I’ve been pretty good, actually! England was nice ‘n all, but I still missed home.” He said, his smile never faltering. You looked over at Matthew, indicating it was his turn.

   “Uhh…” The quite Canadian started. “I’ve been okay. France was beautiful, but like Alfred, I missed home. And you.” He said, his cheeks turning pink. You watched as his gaze shifted from the ground to you, then the ground, and to you again. You smiled, and mentally “awwwww’d” at Matthew’s shyness. Nothing had changed about your two long life friends.

   “Wait, does that mean Alfred didn’t miss me?” You said, dramatically placing your hand over your heart and gasping at the American.

   “No, no no no, don’t get me wrong I missed you, it’s just… er…” He trailed off, hand scratching the back of his neck. You just laughed, and punched him in the shoulder.

   “I’m just kidding, Al. I knew you missed me.” You smirked at him, while he just smiled.

   “You haven’t changed one bit, _____.” Alfred said, smirking.

   You smirked back. “And the same with you two. Anyways, come on in.” You said, and stepped aside, letting the two brothers in. As they walked in, they looked around, taking in their surroundings.

   “Dang, you live here?” Alfred said after looking around. He was now facing you, waiting for an answer.

   “Yeah. I live with my boyfriend, Lovino. You remember Lovi, right?” You asked, glancing from the American to the Canadian. They both nodded, and a smirk grew on Alfred’s face. Though his eyes seemed to flash with, what was that? Hurt?

   “How could I NOT remember him? He was such an asshole.” Alfred finished, bursting out into laughter. “No offence, but what do you see in him?” Alfred asked, suddenly becoming serious.

   You frowned, and thought for a second. “Well, first, he was an asshole to you because you were also an asshole.” Matthew smiled at that, obviously finding it amusing, while Alfred pouted. “Second, he’s nicer with girls. Also, I think I smoothed him out a bit. He doesn’t use as much profanity as he used to.”

   “Good. I don’t want him mistreating our Angel.” Alfred said, giving your head a pat, while Matthew nodded his head in agreement. You just smiled, grateful for such good friends.

   After a moment of silence, Alfred spoke up. “Hey, remember that old festival that we always went to as kids?”

   You narrowed your eyes in thought. “Yeah, I think so. The one that’s a few towns over?” You asked.

   “Yeah, that’s the one. Well, it’s going on right now, so Mattie and I thought you would want to go with us.” Alfred said, gazing at you with a hopeful look in his eyes.

   You smiled. “Sure. Let me just my purse and shoes on, and then text Lovi.”

   Alfred first pumped. “Alright!”

~Time skip, after the festival~

   You sighed happily as Alfred blasted you three’s favorite song on the radio. Looking out the window, you watched at the sun flashed its blinding light through the trees. It was setting in a beautiful sea of orange, setting the sky afire. Looking out the windshield, you see your house ahead of you. As the three of you pulled up to your house, you saw Lovino’s car in the driveway.

   “Hey, Lovino’s home. Want to say hi?” You ask with a smirk on your face.

   “Sure!”

   “Okay.”

   “Great.” You open up the car door once Alfred shuts the car’s engine off, which unlocks the cars doors. You skillfully jump up the wooden steps of your house, Alfred and Matthew behind you. You put your key into the front door’s keyhole, and then turn, unlocking the door.

   “I’m home!” You yelled into the seemingly empty house. As the three of you crowded into the living room, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. You smiled as you saw your Italian boyfriend walk into the living room, casting wary glances at the American and Canadian. Like he usually did after he saw you for the first time that day, he came up to you and gave you a hug, and then a peck on the cheek. After that, you broke the awkward silence that was growing between the four of you.

   “Lovi, you remember Alfred and Matthew, right?” You asked, turning your gaze towards Lovino.

   He nodded. “Of course. How could I-a forget the-a polar opposite brothers?” He said with a tint of annoyance in his voice. You just smirked, and as you glanced at Matthew, you saw he also had a small smile on his face. The Italian and American hated each other, mainly because they were always fighting over you throughout their teenage years. It ended though when Alfred moved, basically forcing him to give you up, much to Lovino’s pleasure. You actually didn’t know about any of this until Lovino told you it all after you started dating him. That’s when it all made sense why the two hated each other so much.

   Alfred laughed. “You and your brother are also polar opposites!” You smirked at this, and so did Matthew. Lovino just rolled his eyes, and left for the kitchen. You just shook your head, and turned back to the brothers.

   “Well, you guys should be going. Lovi and I don’t get much time together, anyways. So, out, you two. Feel free to come over early tomorrow, but Lovi and I have something planned for the evening. Alright?” Alfred and Matthew nodded, and headed for the door. As Alfred was walking out, he turned back to you.

   “It was nice seeing you again, _____.” He smiled at you, and you smiled back.

   “It was nice to see you too, Alfred.” You paused. “And Matthew!” You added. Matthew turned around, and smiled, letting you know he heard you. You just smirked back, and watched at the two brothers got into the red, white, and blue sports car, and then drive away. Sighing, you went back into the house, closing the door behind you.

   “Are-a they gone?” You heard Lovino ask from the kitchen.

   “Yeah.” You said. “They’ll be back tomorrow, though. You know they will.” You smirked at Lovino, who just rolled his eyes.

   “Well, they-a just better be gone before I-a get back tomorrow so we can-a have the day to ourselves-a. Alright?” He said in an annoyed tone. You just giggled and kissed his cheek. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he continued to cook you guys’ dinner.

   “So whatcha makin’? You asked as you stood next to the Italian. He was currently rolling and mixing a ball of dough in flour.

   “Pizza. How about you-a help?” He asked, glancing up at you before rolling the dough again.

   “Sure!”

~Time skip, next day~

   You fist pumped as you finished proof reading your paper. You were sure to get a 100 on this.

   Right as you hit the save button, you heard a signature knock at the front door. Grinning, you closed your laptop and ran downstairs, quickly thrusting the door open.

   “That was fast.” Alfred stated. You just smirked, and stepped aside to let the two in. They casually walked in, and headed for the living room. After closing the door, you followed them.

   “So, what’re we going to do today?” You asked, glancing from Alfred to Matthew.

   “We were thinking of going to the mall today. Is that alright?” Matthew quietly asked.

   You grinned. “Sounds good to me. Let’s go!”

   Alfred grinned back, while Matthew gave you a shy smile.

   “Sweet! Let’s go!”

~Time skip, Lovino’s POV~

   Lovino sighed. Even though work was short today, it was awful. First, his boss, Kirkland, (LOL yes I am totally going to make the Brit the boss like in every other fanfic. DEAL WITH IT~) had given him a crapload of work to do. Then, his stupid co-worker, Kohler, was a goofball the entire day, not doing more than a few papers of work. Then at lunch time, some random person had bumped into him, spilling coffee all over his dress clothes. And then on the way home, some idiot had hit his bumper, denting it. He was thankful he had a shorter work day today than usual. He was also hoping tonight was going to go better than his day had gone. The only problem was, where was ______?

   Pulling out his phone, he noticed he had a text from her. Tapping on it, he read it.

          Hey Lovi. I’m sorry but I’m going to be home late. We kind of lost track of time and are now stuck in a traffic jam. But I’ll be home soon, okay? Love you! <3

   He finished reading it with a groan. Really? Why today? Why?

   Thoughts bubbled in his head. Why did she even go out with them today? She knew this was one of my only days I got off early, but she still went out with them. And then she loses track of time. Maybe… maybe she enjoys being with them more than me. Am I really that bad…? Or… is it Alfred? I’ve seen the way he smiles at her. He still loves her. What if she loves him more than me?

   Lovino’s anger over boiled. And to think I was going to ask her to marry me tonight. Well, fuck that.

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   You sighed in frustration as you ran your fingers through your hair. Why does writing a paper have to be so hard?! You questioned yourself. You honestly had no idea, but you did know you hated it. As you were thinking about what the type next, you heard a door open, and then close. Smiling, you jumped up from your seat, ran down the stairs, and then to the front door. Standing there was your tired Italian boyfriend of two years, who was easing off his jacket. He looked up and spotted you.

   He smiled. “Hey-a, _____.” As he was putting his jacket on the coat hanger, you walked up to him and hugged him.

   “How was your day at work?” You asked into his chest. He smiled and wrapped his arms around you.

   “Good, but tiring. Thanks-a for asking, amore.” As his voice rumbled in his chest, you smiled. You loved the feel of it.

   “Of course,” You said as you pulled away from him. You looked up at him and smiled, and he tiredly smiled back. He leaned down and kissed your cheek, before heading into the kitchen. As you followed him in, you saw he pulled out of the fridge the leftovers from the night before. He always seemed to make too much pasta.

   As he put the leftover pasta into the microwave, you grabbed two plates, two forks, and two glasses, and set the table. As Lovino leaned against the wall waiting for the pasta to heat up, he loosened his tie, causing you to blush and look away from him. Gosh, he looks so sexy. He was in his work clothes, which was basically just a white dress shirt, black dress pants, and a tie. And boy, did he look good. His hair was messed up from the hard day at work, but his gravity defying curl still jutted out of his hair.

   “What?” Lovino said when he saw you look away and blush. Your face turned redder.

   “Nothing… It’s just that you look really good in that dress wear.” You mumbled, looking away. He just laughed.

   “I-a guess I do, don’t-a I?” He smirked a seductive smirk, causing you to giggle and look away once again with a blush. He silently made his way over to you, and wrapped his arms around your waist, causing you to squeak.

   “Come on, you-a know you want-a me~.” He said in a dangerously low tone. As his breath tickled your ear, shivers went down your spine. Just then the microwave beeped, signaling it was done. Lovino sighed, let go of you, and walked over to the microwave. Taking the now steaming pasta out, he walked to the table and put the normal amount you usually have on your plate, and then the rest on his plate.

   “That enough?” He asked, motioning toward your plate. You nod, and sit down. He puts the empty container onto the counter behind him, and then sits down. You both pick up your forks and start eating. Just like every dinner, you both talk about each other’s day, and any other random subjects you could think of. Neither of you got much time to talk to each other because of collage and work, since he usually got home late on the days he worked, and you sometimes worked overnight shifts.

   After you guys were done eating, Lovino helped clear off the table. Once all of the dishes were in the dishwasher, Lovino came up to you a pecked you on the lips.

   “I’m going to go to bed. Are you working tonight?” He said, almost sounding drunk because he was so tired. You giggled, and shook your head.

   “No, I’m not. I’ll join you in like, 30 minutes, though. I have to finish a paper.” He just nodded, and headed off to the bedroom, taking off his tie in the process. You sighed, and headed for your room. Your house was kind of weird, since you each had your own room, but both slept in the same bed in the same room. You both mainly used your rooms when you wanted to be alone, or for working on school.

   After about 30 minutes, you hit the save button on your project. Getting up, you stretched, and headed for the bedroom. Quietly creeping into the dark room, you grabbed your flannel PJ pants, since it was winter, and a random T-shirt of Lovi’s. Going back out into the hall, you went into the bathroom and changed. Folding up your day clothes, you crept back into the bedroom, and set them down the on dresser. As gently as you could, you climbed up into the queen sized bed, and quietly laid the blanket over you. As you were getting comfortable, you heard a soft moan.

   “_____?” A sleepy Lovino asked.

   “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You whispered back to him. You rolled over so that you were facing him. In the dim light of the room, you could see his glazed hazel eyes shining back at you.

   “Don’t worry, you-a didn’t wake me. I can’t-a sleep if I know you’re still-awake.” He inched closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

   “Ti amo, bella.” He said just above a whisper.

   “Ti amo troppo, Lovi.”

~Time skip, next day~

   You wake up to the obnoxious noise of your alarm clock, and then Lovino slamming his fist on the off button. Groaning, you slowly open your eyes, getting adjusted to the light.

   “We should probably get up, Lovi...” You say as you stretch your arms upwards.

   “No, it’s warm under here. Especially you,” He rewound his arms around you and hugged you tight, almost squeezing you. He buried his face into your neck, his hair tickling your skin. Giggling, you hugged back, listening to the Italian’s soft breathing. After a while, Lovino let go.

   “You’re-a right. We-a do need to-a get up.” He sat in an upward position and stretched. “At least I-a do. I hate working on-a Saturday’s.” He mumbled. You just softly smiled, and shuffled yourself out of bed.

   “Sucks for you,” You shot him a smirk as you walked out of the bedroom.

   “Ha ha ha.” Lovino sarcastically laughed, sending a mock glare at you. You just burst out laughing, and went into the kitchen to start making breakfast. Every morning you would do the leftover dishes from the night before, and then make breakfast. Usually by the time you were done, Lovino was out of the shower and dressed. Taking the eggs and bacon out of the fridge, you start making breakfast. After making a few eggs, and then putting the bread in the toaster, you hear footsteps come down the stairs. You glance over your shoulder to see Lovino in his usual work clothes. His hair was still wet from the shower, and that gravity defying curl of his still jutted out of his hair. Looked back at what you were doing, you quickly made a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast, and then handed it to Lovino.

   “Thanks, amore.” He said after kissing your cheek. You just shot a smile at him, and then made a plate of food for yourself. You sat your plate on the spot across from the Italian, and then went to the fridge to grab the milk. You grabbed two glasses, and then poured milk into both of them. As you handed one of the glasses of milk to Lovino, he warmly smiled up at you. You just smiled back, and then placed the other glass of milk next to your plate. As you sat down to start eating, Lovino spoke up.

   “Do you-a have to work tomorrow?” He asked, not even looking up from his plate.

   “I don’t think so. Why?” You asked back.

   “Well, I-a get off work early tomorrow, and I-a was thinking we could-a go out and do-a something.” He looked up from his meal and shot a small smile at you, hoping you would say yes.

   “Sure! That would be great.” You smiled a wide smile at him, while his just grew brighter.

   “Great.” Lovino then stood up from his spot on the table, his plate empty. Putting the plate in the sink, he came back to you. He leaned down and kissed you on the cheek, and then turned away to go get his briefcase. Unsatisfied with the kiss, you quickly got up and wrapped yours arms around his neck, making him turn to look at you. As he did so, you connected your lips with his. Smiling into the kiss, Lovino eagerly kissed you back.

   Lovino was the first to break away from the kiss.

   “I-a really have to go-a now.” He leaned his forehead to yours, and gazed lovingly into your eyes. “I’m going to be-a late.” Giving you one last peck on your lips, he turned away to get his briefcase. You just sighed, and followed him to the door. As he was walking out the door, he shot you one last loving smile before walking towards the car. You just smiled back, and waited for him to get into the car before shutting the door. After Lovino left, you went back to your half eaten plate of food to finish eating. Once you were done, you put the plate and glass into the sink, before going back up to your room to proofread your paper.

   30 minutes later, though, there was a knock on the door. The mail man, maybe? Frowning, you got up and went downstairs to the front door. Peeking through the peep hole, you almost gasped. Swinging the door open, it revealed a quite Canadian and a loud American.

   “Alfred! Matthew!” You said as you launched yourself at them. You wrapped your arms around both of their shoulders with a bright smile on your face.

   “Whoa, ______, easy there.” Alfred said, laughing. “We missed you too.”

   “You’re darn right I missed you! How have you two been?” You asked, pulling away from the two. Alfred and Matthew were your best friends when you were little. The two brothers had moved to (country name) because there were wars going on in their home countries, Canada and America. Sadly, though, they both moved away when you all hit 14. Matthew went with his uncle Francis to France, and Alfred when with his uncle Arthur to England, which left you back in (country name). You had all stayed in touch for a few years, before dying out because it was always awkward.

(If you live in Canada or America, just pretend that whoever’s country you were in, that they moved closer to where you live. And if you live in England or France, then they moved farther away from you. Sorry xD)

   Alfred just smiled. “I’ve been pretty good, actually! England was nice ‘n all, but I still missed home.” He said, his smile never faltering. You looked over at Matthew, indicating it was his turn.

   “Uhh…” The quite Canadian started. “I’ve been okay. France was beautiful, but like Alfred, I missed home. And you.” He said, his cheeks turning pink. You watched as his gaze shifted from the ground to you, then the ground, and to you again. You smiled, and mentally “awwwww’d” at Matthew’s shyness. Nothing had changed about your two long life friends.

   “Wait, does that mean Alfred didn’t miss me?” You said, dramatically placing your hand over your heart and gasping at the American.

   “No, no no no, don’t get me wrong I missed you, it’s just… er…” He trailed off, hand scratching the back of his neck. You just laughed, and punched him in the shoulder.

   “I’m just kidding, Al. I knew you missed me.” You smirked at him, while he just smiled.

   “You haven’t changed one bit, _____.” Alfred said, smirking.

   You smirked back. “And the same with you two. Anyways, come on in.” You said, and stepped aside, letting the two brothers in. As they walked in, they looked around, taking in their surroundings.

   “Dang, you live here?” Alfred said after looking around. He was now facing you, waiting for an answer.

   “Yeah. I live with my boyfriend, Lovino. You remember Lovi, right?” You asked, glancing from the American to the Canadian. They both nodded, and a smirk grew on Alfred’s face. Though his eyes seemed to flash with, what was that? Hurt?

   “How could I NOT remember him? He was such an asshole.” Alfred finished, bursting out into laughter. “No offence, but what do you see in him?” Alfred asked, suddenly becoming serious.

   You frowned, and thought for a second. “Well, first, he was an asshole to you because you were also an asshole.” Matthew smiled at that, obviously finding it amusing, while Alfred pouted. “Second, he’s nicer with girls. Also, I think I smoothed him out a bit. He doesn’t use as much profanity as he used to.”

   “Good. I don’t want him mistreating our Angel.” Alfred said, giving your head a pat, while Matthew nodded his head in agreement. You just smiled, grateful for such good friends.

   After a moment of silence, Alfred spoke up. “Hey, remember that old festival that we always went to as kids?”

   You narrowed your eyes in thought. “Yeah, I think so. The one that’s a few towns over?” You asked.

   “Yeah, that’s the one. Well, it’s going on right now, so Mattie and I thought you would want to go with us.” Alfred said, gazing at you with a hopeful look in his eyes.

   You smiled. “Sure. Let me just my purse and shoes on, and then text Lovi.”

   Alfred first pumped. “Alright!”

~Time skip, after the festival~

   You sighed happily as Alfred blasted you three’s favorite song on the radio. Looking out the window, you watched at the sun flashed its blinding light through the trees. It was setting in a beautiful sea of orange, setting the sky afire. Looking out the windshield, you see your house ahead of you. As the three of you pulled up to your house, you saw Lovino’s car in the driveway.

   “Hey, Lovino’s home. Want to say hi?” You ask with a smirk on your face.

   “Sure!”

   “Okay.”

   “Great.” You open up the car door once Alfred shuts the car’s engine off, which unlocks the cars doors. You skillfully jump up the wooden steps of your house, Alfred and Matthew behind you. You put your key into the front door’s keyhole, and then turn, unlocking the door.

   “I’m home!” You yelled into the seemingly empty house. As the three of you crowded into the living room, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. You smiled as you saw your Italian boyfriend walk into the living room, casting wary glances at the American and Canadian. Like he usually did after he saw you for the first time that day, he came up to you and gave you a hug, and then a peck on the cheek. After that, you broke the awkward silence that was growing between the four of you.

   “Lovi, you remember Alfred and Matthew, right?” You asked, turning your gaze towards Lovino.

   He nodded. “Of course. How could I-a forget the-a polar opposite brothers?” He said with a tint of annoyance in his voice. You just smirked, and as you glanced at Matthew, you saw he also had a small smile on his face. The Italian and American hated each other, mainly because they were always fighting over you throughout their teenage years. It ended though when Alfred moved, basically forcing him to give you up, much to Lovino’s pleasure. You actually didn’t know about any of this until Lovino told you it all after you started dating him. That’s when it all made sense why the two hated each other so much.

   Alfred laughed. “You and your brother are also polar opposites!” You smirked at this, and so did Matthew. Lovino just rolled his eyes, and left for the kitchen. You just shook your head, and turned back to the brothers.

   “Well, you guys should be going. Lovi and I don’t get much time together, anyways. So, out, you two. Feel free to come over early tomorrow, but Lovi and I have something planned for the evening. Alright?” Alfred and Matthew nodded, and headed for the door. As Alfred was walking out, he turned back to you.

   “It was nice seeing you again, _____.” He smiled at you, and you smiled back.

   “It was nice to see you too, Alfred.” You paused. “And Matthew!” You added. Matthew turned around, and smiled, letting you know he heard you. You just smirked back, and watched at the two brothers got into the red, white, and blue sports car, and then drive away. Sighing, you went back into the house, closing the door behind you.

   “Are-a they gone?” You heard Lovino ask from the kitchen.

   “Yeah.” You said. “They’ll be back tomorrow, though. You know they will.” You smirked at Lovino, who just rolled his eyes.

   “Well, they-a just better be gone before I-a get back tomorrow so we can-a have the day to ourselves-a. Alright?” He said in an annoyed tone. You just giggled and kissed his cheek. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he continued to cook you guys’ dinner.

   “So whatcha makin’? You asked as you stood next to the Italian. He was currently rolling and mixing a ball of dough in flour.

   “Pizza. How about you-a help?” He asked, glancing up at you before rolling the dough again.

   “Sure!”

~Time skip, next day~

   You fist pumped as you finished proof reading your paper. You were sure to get a 100 on this.

   Right as you hit the save button, you heard a signature knock at the front door. Grinning, you closed your laptop and ran downstairs, quickly thrusting the door open.

   “That was fast.” Alfred stated. You just smirked, and stepped aside to let the two in. They casually walked in, and headed for the living room. After closing the door, you followed them.

   “So, what’re we going to do today?” You asked, glancing from Alfred to Matthew.

   “We were thinking of going to the mall today. Is that alright?” Matthew quietly asked.

   You grinned. “Sounds good to me. Let’s go!”

   Alfred grinned back, while Matthew gave you a shy smile.

   “Sweet! Let’s go!”

~Time skip, Lovino’s POV~

   Lovino sighed. Even though work was short today, it was awful. First, his boss, Kirkland, (LOL yes I am totally going to make the Brit the boss like in every other fanfic. DEAL WITH IT~) had given him a crapload of work to do. Then, his stupid co-worker, Kohler, was a goofball the entire day, not doing more than a few papers of work. Then at lunch time, some random person had bumped into him, spilling coffee all over his dress clothes. And then on the way home, some idiot had hit his bumper, denting it. He was thankful he had a shorter work day today than usual. He was also hoping tonight was going to go better than his day had gone. The only problem was, where was ______?

   Pulling out his phone, he noticed he had a text from her. Tapping on it, he read it.

          Hey Lovi. I’m sorry but I’m going to be home late. We kind of lost track of time and are now stuck in a traffic jam. But I’ll be home soon, okay? Love you! <3

   He finished reading it with a groan. Really? Why today? Why?

   Thoughts bubbled in his head. Why did she even go out with them today? She knew this was one of my only days I got off early, but she still went out with them. And then she loses track of time. Maybe… maybe she enjoys being with them more than me. Am I really that bad…? Or… is it Alfred? I’ve seen the way he smiles at her. He still loves her. What if she loves him more than me?

   Lovino’s anger over boiled. And to think I was going to ask her to marry me tonight. Well, fuck that.