Antonio's pout deepened. "But I always fall asleep," he pointed out. Movies were like, cuddle nap-time. You were supposed to watch them all the way through? Half the time he didn't unless it was very funny. Relaxing, he scratched his head as he stared at Lovino. "I'm sorry. What did I say?" It must have been something embarrassing in his sleep for his boyfriend to hit him.

Lovino was hesitant to tell Antonio what he said. What if he said it wasn't true and he was thinking of someone else? That would probably break his heart, he was sure. "...Y-You said.... 'Te Amo'." he eventually stuttered. His eyes dropped to the ground, not wanting to see the other's reaction.

The words Lovino repeated left him blinking. That was it? Antonio smiled at the other, those it was less bright than usual, like he wasn't sure how either or them would react after this. Lovino looked upset over the words and that couldn't be right. "Of course I love you. That's why we're dating right?" he said as he tangled one finger in Lovino's hair. "Don't you love me too?"

Lovino blushed when he heard Antonio confirmed what he had thought the words meant. His eyes went to the Spaniard at the other's question. "O-Of course I love you, you dumb bastard!" He exclaimed/stuttered. Then his blush deepened when the words came tumbling out before he could stop them.

Antonio's smile turned outrageously bright again. "Oh my god I love you so much!" he exclaimed as he smothered Lovino with a hug. Why had he been so tense, thinking his boyfriend wouldn't say it back. Of course Lovino loved him. Antonio knew that already, but he couldn't always be sure when the other would be in the mood to say it. Hearing the words made him so happy. His voice dropped low with warmth and seriousness as he repeated the words. "I love you. I'm so glad you love me back."

Lovino didn't try to fight it when Antonio pulled him into another hug. It always made him the most happy to be in the other's arms. The more Antonio spoke, the more Lovino blushed. He felt like his whole face was burning from the force of the blush. He buried his face into the other's chest so that he couldn't see it. "Shut up, you bastard." He muttered. He knew he was going to have to be heading to work sometime within the next ten minutes or so, but he didn't want this moment to end.

The movie ended and neither moved to do anything about it. Antonio felt content just to hold Lovino, possibly for the entire day if he could. As if the universe sensed this conviction, his phone trilled with with another familiar melody. Francis. Sighing, Antonio pulled away to look at the message. 'Elizabeta will kill you if you skip work again,' the simple message said, feeling more blunt than the average text. Darn, how did he always guess what Antonio planned to do. "...I need to go..." Antonio said without moving.

Lovino groaned when he heard Antonio's phone go off. He didn't want the other to leave. Even though he himself needed to be going as well. Grandpa Romulus, or Rome as they liked to call him, made it clear that there would be consequences if he came in late again. The old man would probably ground him as if he was a child and take his phone away. And that was not something he wanted to happen. How else was he supposed to contact Antonio? "... Stay for a little while longer?" he asked quietly, not wanting to move yet and not caring about the consequences.

Antonio hummed, having been thinking the same thing himself. "Five more minutes," he conceded, though he wanted to stay even longer. He didn't think he could get away with anything after Francis went through the effort to warn him too. The horrible tattler would probably sell him out to their boss if it would save his own hide, not that Antonio wouldn't do the same thing. When his five minutes were up, he tilted Lovino's face toward him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Text me later, kay!" With reluctance, he slipped off the couch and slipped his shoes on again.

Lovino enjoyed being close to Antonio for as long as he could. When the other kissed him, he blushed lightly but the other pulled away before he could fully react. "Okay." He agreed. He then stood and followed the other to the door to see him out. Before the other could leave though, he stopped him and pulled him down to his height to kiss him quickly. Then he turned and ran back to his room, embarrassed. He changed into his uniform and stayed in the room until he was sure the other was gone before going out. He cleaned up what little mess was made from their little date before heading to work. Romulus was waiting for him.

"You're late, Lovi. You were with that punk again, weren't you?" Romulus asked, arms crossed across his chest.

"Of course not Nonno. I was taking a nap and my alarm didn't go off. Don't go making assumptions." Lovino denied, keeping his face blank as his grandfather searched him to see if he was lying. He seemed to believe him though.

"Alright. Get to work then. There are tables to be tended to." With that said, he walked off. Lovino hated his specific job. He'd rather be working in the kitchen with Feliciano, but Romulus thought waiting tables would help his people skills. It was something his brother could do easily. But the other Italian was a bit clumsy when it came to carrying the heavy trays. So he normally stayed in the back while Lovino was either waiting tables or being the host, checking for reservations and getting people seated.

Antonio felt a warm flush sweep over his face at the surprise kiss, but Lovino ran away before he could do anything about it. "Ah really...he's so cute," he muttered before finally heading back home. He'd already fixed his playlist and had everything ready, so he just had to change his clothes and grab his bag when he got home. Then off he was again, heading to the bus stop where he got his ride to work every night.

He arrived early for once and met Francis at the door. The two dropped off into conversation without pause as they swooned over their respective dates, even though they both rolled their eyes at each other. Because really, how could you fall in love with a person like that?

"...But he totally said he loved me today and-"

"Will you two retards stop gossiping like school girls," Gilbert said as he walked in the door. "I'm going to take back my friendship if I hear anymore lovey-dovey crap tonight, kay?" The man strolled past them with his head held high.

"Oh? Were we really friends in the first place?" Francis muttered to his back, but the dancer didn't pause in his trek to back stage. At least now they knew he worked today. Francis still needed to figure out how to play cupid with a brash freak like that.

Meanwhile Alfred was banging on Matthew's door. "Hey bro! Let me in!" he called, only stopping when his brother opened the door. "So, you ready to go to the club?" he asked, looking his brother over. What he was wearing just wouldn't do. He pushed past him into the apartment and towards the bedroom to pick something better out.

"Do I really have to go, Al?" Matthew asked, following him. He really didn't want to go. He had to finish writing a term paper for school. He didn't have time to go out and party like his brother always seemed to do.

"Yes, you really have to go. Besides, you agreed." Alfred reminded him, going through his closet. He didn't understand why his brother had such lame clothes. He wasn't going to get any attention with these. He eventually found a dark band t-shirt and some jeans and tossed them at the other. "Change." He demanded, staring him down. Matthew stared back for a moment before sighing and changing. Alfred beamed at him and dragged him out to the club to be there when it opened.

Gilbert kicked off his boots in the small closet Elizabeta called a changing room. He tried talking to her about the unsavory conditions, but she hit him in the face with an accounting book as if that would somehow get it through his head that if he wanted a bigger room, he better bring in more customers. As far as Gilbert was concerned, he already did that better than anyone else. Sighing, he looked in the small mirror as he started to do his make-up. Even if Elizabeta, his childhood friend, conned him into this job, he got something out of it that he couldn't quite understand. The eyeliner and the leather, the feeling of dozens of eyes on him. But really, he just loved to dance.

A loud knock sounded on the door as someone yelled. "Fifteen minutes, Peter!"

He cursed, dropping the giant silver cross ring he'd been about to put on. Damn, almost show time.

When Alfred and Matthew got into the club, the first blond dragged his twin straight over to the bar and they both sat down. "Hey Bartender! Round of shots!" He ordered. Matthew hit him with his elbow. He made it clear on the way over that he didn't want to get drunk. ".... Make the two beers instead." He changed the order before turning to his brother. "You're such a buzzkill, Mattie."

"I don't want to get drunk, Al. Unlike you, I have things to do tomorrow and I don't want to be hungover." Matthew told him, sighing with Alfred rolled his eyes at him.

Francis winced when a young voice yelled at him and even changed the order part way through. People like that made his job less pleasant. When he brought over the beers though, he recognized the faces. "Well if it isn't the school boy twins. Come here to pick up a good man or just to look?" he asked, his eyes more on the quiet one than his brother. He remembered how he stared at Peter Rabbit the time before and though that probably wouldn't work out, he could find the poor boy a better partner while he tried to figure the dancer out.

"School boy?! We're 21. We're not school boys!" Alfred exclaimed, offended by that. Just because his brother had decided to go back to school doesn't mean he did. He wanted to, but just wasn't sure what he wanted to do with his life to study for. "We are here to get Mattie to loosen up and relax. So whatever will do that!"

Matthew just sighed at his brother's answer and took his drink. His over-excitement was exhausting sometimes and hard to deal with. But, he was his brother. So he stuck with him no matter what.

Francis resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the twins. They looked like school boys and they were young compared to him. "Well, there is no place better than here to loosen up. I know the name of all the regulars here and I can get almost anyone's number. If you want an introduction to anyone, just let me know," he said with a wink. He just needed to pair these two with someone easy.

Alfred thought for a moment. That would definitely help Matthew lighten up a bit. And if he met someone himself, even better. "How about that guy?" he asked, pointing in a random direction behind him. He didn't care who it was pointing to. He was always open to meeting new people. As long as they were good people, that is. Otherwise there would be a problem then he'd have to be the HERO!

"Er..." Francis started with a small wince. "I wouldn't recommend that person. They're married," he said, which didn't really matter. He had no intention of playing random-generator match maker. No blind date service here. He specialized it actually trying to make something work. "Would you at least look at the person you pick out...? Come on, both of you tell me your types."

"Obviously they would have to be as amazing as me with a great personality and an even better body." Alfred instantly said. He didn't even need to think about it. He had certain standards that he would like to be met if he wanted to date. One night stands didn't matter as much since they obviously didn't last longer than the night.

Matthew just shrugged. He didn't know what he wanted. Well, maybe someone who would notice him and not get him confused with his brother like everybody who knew Alfred did.

The noisy one reminded Francis of Peter Rabbit. Rather full of himself wasn't he? "Well, I could interest you in that cute Asian over there perhaps? He's a member of a think tank...very smart, you know. Or the man on the other side of the bar. He's a little older, a teacher, but he got a whole nother realm of sexiness in those pants if you know what I mean." Francis winked, then turned to the other twin. Really, he never said much of anything. It wasn't all that helpful right now.

"Well, I'll leave picking out someone for you later. The show's about to start and we might as well all watch it." Right as he finished saying that, the lights dimmed and the music changed. He always did have a good sense of timing.

Alfred looked at the people the bartender pointed out to him, thinking. They both looked like pretty good choices. He mentally slapped himself. Tonight wasn't about him, after all. They were hear for his brother. He could focus on getting laid some other time.

Matthew instantly turned to the stage when the older man said that. He didn't know why, but something about the dancer pulled him in and took all of his attention. He was all he could think about for the past week, which made his classwork hard. He didn't like being distracted, but he had to admit even if it was only to himself that this guy was the real reason he had agreed to come here tonight with Alfred. He just wanted to see him. It didn't matter if they didn't ever speak. Though it would be nice if they did, he wouldn't get his hopes up.

Elizabeta had weird tastes for sure. Not that Gilbert minded the black jewel studded boots she'd found for him, even if they had too much heel. His eyes swept over the audience, taking them in with a haughty air. He didn't have much of a crowd, so he'd just have to give them something to look at. Gilbert strutted up to the center pole as if demanding their eyes and hooked one leg around. Whenever he danced, he felt so free, as if the human plane of the world just fell away. He could feel the music beat under his skin and like that, he felt as if the lines between him and the rest of the universe blurred. He was a part of it. Right up until the music faded away, he commanded the room, and then he turned, walking away as if none of those people mattered. But then, that was part of his charm too.

Matthew watched as the strange man danced. It was as amazing of a performance as it was the last time he was here. Maybe even better. He wasn't sure. He was a bit jealous actually. He'd never be able to move like that. He was to clumsy to dance. He would know. As would his brother, who he always seemed to crash into. Once the performance was over, he turned back to his neglected drink and starting drinking it down, feeling a bit upset that he wouldn't be noticed. This was why he didn't want to come here. He would have rather had Alfred take him anywhere else in the city. But, of course, it had to be here.

Francis sighed as the performance ended. Like most of the patrons, he had a hard time looking away. It was just the energy that man had; it pulled you in no matter how familiar you were with it. Francis did however notice that the quiet twin stared again. "Hey, is you type a sexy bad boy then?" he asked, hoping that for once, he would answer instead of his noisy brother. It was no wonder the one talked so little. His brother made it impossible to get a word in and Francis only noticed him because he made an effort to.