#exquisiteshit

Lovino bit his lips, anxious and nervous. The next day was Valentine’s day, and Lovino would ignore it, like he did every year, if he wasn’t in love. Yes, finally someone stole his heart, after all this time. After years of just having random dates with people he didn’t really like, he finally fell in love. Or realised he was in love. The man was his best friend since he was a kid, and the only one who stayed with him after everything he did and said. Didn’t matter how much he cursed or how useless he was. That man would always give him the most sweet smile in this world, and say that everything was okay and that he wasn’t useless. That man would always hug him, kiss his cheeks and say how cute he was.

And after all this time together, Lovino finally found himself in love with him. The italian was in love with the spaniard. And this year he wanted to spend that stupid Valentine’s day with him. He just didn’t know how he would tell him that. Antônio Fernández Carriedo, his loved one, was completely perfect. He was pretty, gentle, adorable and nice to everyone. He wasn’t the smartest guy in the world, he was really dense sometimes, but Lovino liked him just the way he was, so no problem. The problem was Lovino confessing. That was just impossible. He was too shy, too scared, too stupid, he wasn’t enough.

He looked at Francis’ letter on the table, rolling his eyes remembering he really sent him a letter with advice. The bastard was really good at this romance thing. Lovino couldn’t deny the tips were kind of nice. One of them was giving him flowers. Lovino was italian, he knew a little about romance, but he was so afraid to be rejected… Then he heard a familiar noise coming from his pocket.

"Ciao?" he said at the phone. "Lovi? Hola! It’s me, Antônio." it was him. The spaniard. The bastard was calling him. Oh shit. "What do you want, tomato bastard?" he asked, trying to play cool. But probably just sounding rude, as always. "Well, I was thinking… Maybe you want to come over tomorrow?" asked Antônio. Wait, what. He wasn’t asking what Lovino thought he was asking, was he? "I know it’s Valentine’s Day and you probably have a date, but Francis and Gilbert have dates too and I don’t want to be alone… So, if you’re not busy why don’t you come and see me?" "I-I don’t have anything to do actually, s-so… I think I can go and s-see you." "Really? Oh, gracías Lovi!" exclaimed the spaniard, sounding excited. "Y-Yeah, whatever" answered the italian, blushing a little. "So, I see you tomorrow! Bye Lovi!"

Meanwhile, in the spaniard’s house, Antônio was smiling, excited. In the next day he would confess to Lovino, his best friend and, he hoped, soon to be his lover. He spent the whole week planning, with a little help of his friend Francis and Lovino’s brother, Feliciano. They both said he wouldn’t be rejected and he had high hopes.

If things went good, in the end of the day Lovino would be his boyfriend. And he wanted that so badly. Every year since he fell in love for the italian he tried to confess, but he would always give up. He was just too scared to confess. Too scared of losing him if he didn’t love him back. He didn’t know what he would do without his Lovi. He had Francis and Gilbert, his close friends, and a lot of other friends, but he coudn’t imagine his life without Lovino.

But that year would be different. He would make dinner - pizza, Lovino’s favorite food with a nice wine he bought specially for this -, have a nice talk with his adorable italian and then he would say everything. How he loved every single detail about Lovino and how he wanted to make him happy for the rest of their lives. And if Antônio was lucky, Lovino would say he loved him too and accept to be his boyfriend. Everything would be decided on the next day.

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Finally it was Valentine’s Day. Lovino was at a flower shop, trying to buy a bouquet to the spaniard. And failing since they didn’t have the flowers he wanted and he didn’t had time to go to another flower shop to buy flowers.

"Are you kidding me? It’s Valentine’s Day, how you don’t have any red roses here?" asked the italian, frustrated. "I’m sorry, dear. It’s Valentine’s Day, I already sold all my red roses. Most of the flowers I had in the shop have already been bought." explained the old lady who owned the shop, gently. "I can make you a special bouquet, with the flowers I have here. And since it’s not perfect I’ll make it for a very nice price." "Okay. Thank you." said the italian smiling thankful to her. It was the third flower shop he tried to find the damn red roses, and since it was already afternoon they had anything for him.

Soon the lady came back with a bouquet with red, pink and yellow flowers, and it wasn’t that bad. It was kind of cute, actually. He paid for the bouquet and left the store, going back to his car. He sighed, nervous. He was going to give Antônio a bouquet and confess to him. That was just so unlike him. Lovino Vargas wasn’t the type who did this kind of thing. And that was just one more thing the spanish bastard changed on his life.

Didn’t took long for him to find himself at Antônio’s door, completely nervous with the bouquet in hands. He knocked the door, and right away the door were opened by him. Antônio. He was wearing casual clothes, just a normal shirt with Spain’s flag colors and a jeans, different from the italian, who was wearing fancy clothes. The spaniard smiled and hugged him, saying “Lovi! You’re here!”