☆ [Hetalia]: I Love My Wife
Title: I Love My Wife
Author: Jubilee
Characters/Pairings: fanon!Mexico, Spain, Romano, Spamex,
Rating: T+
Genre: Romance
Warnings/Notes: This was written for my friend Amy as a Valentines gift. There's only one sex scene and it's pretty brief, so that's why I rated this story T+ instead of M. I'm sorry Amy I couldn't resist writing that part. It's not very descriptive though. Don't worry. Also sucky title is sucky.
Summary: There were many things Antonio loved about his life, but if you were to ask him what took the number one spot on the list? His wife.
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If you were to ask Antonio to decide amongst his friends and family who would he save in a catastrophe, he'd either answer "everyone" or "I'd sacrifice myself to save them all" because that's just the kind of guy he is. Now if you were to ask him who his favorite person was in the entire world, the answer would be obvious.
His wife.
Antonio adores his wife. He loves and cherishes her more than life itself. It doesn't matter to him if she's a few years younger than he is. She's his entire world and if she were ever gone from the picture, he wouldn't feel whole ever again. She has imperfections others take notice of real quick, but to him, he's practically oblivious to them in most cases. Sure, she can be a bit hotheaded and stubborn, maybe even a bit full of herself at times, but she's still up for cuddling more often than not, and is usually in a cheerful mood, just like him. Antonio's wife is friendly. She's cute, fun-loving, a good cook, artistic, and overall a pleasure to be around.
She actually happens to be a he.
Yes, Antonio does in fact have a wife who happens to be a he. Of course, his wife doesn't like to be called a wife, especially if you add the prefix "house-" in front of it. More than anything, he hates to be called a "housewife". Nobody understands why considering he makes it blatantly obvious he is one on a constant basis, even if he never does it on purpose. He cooks, cleans, does laundry, gardens, and all that good stuff while Antonio is away at work.
His wife's name is Manuel.
The two came from completely different backgrounds, Antonio being raised in wealth and lived a life of extravagance, while Manuel was raised in humility and lived a life of endurance. At first there were objections to the Spaniard marrying somebody of such a low class, but he didn't care. He was attracted to Manuel, perhaps because of his good sense of humor, or because he could brighten your day with his cheerfulness and vigor. Whatever the reason, there hasn't been a day where Antonio regrets having him as his wife.
He stared at the younger male, who was asleep beside him. Brushing a few strands of hair away from Manuel's face, Antonio smiled warmly. He took notice of the various love bites scattered around his wife's neck and the top of his chest. They were to be the memories of their passionate activity the night before, which seemed to become more and more frequent. Manuel would probably get upset once he saw them in the bathroom mirror, but for now the Spaniard cherished the moment of serenity.
Antonio perked up as he saw his wife stir, opening his eyes. The latter turned to him only to be greeted with a warm smile, like every morning.
"Buenos dias hermoso," Antonio said. "Did you sleep well?"
Manuel gave a small laugh and replied, "Mm, I would've, but somebody had other ideas in mind last night."
Antonio chuckled. "Ideas that you so eagerly consented to."
This caused a blush to appear on Manuel's face and a smile to spread even wider on Antonio's expression.
Deciding it was too early in the morning to argue, Manuel sat upright, stretching. He groaned as he looked at their clothes on the ground and the disoriented bedspread. "I guess I need to do laundry. But first, breakfast."
He was about to get out, but Antonio was faster and wrapped his arms around the other's waist, pulling him back in. "Nooo, let's stay here for a little while longer."
"Antonio-"
"No protests. Can't I cuddle with you?"
"Trust me, we did more than our fair share of cuddling last night."
"But from the look on your face and your cries, you didn't want to stop."
Manuel's face turned an even deeper shade of red.
"L-Let go! I need to start breakfast!"
Antonio buried his face into the other's side. "Oh, one of the maids will do that."
"I like to prepare my own food because only I know how I like my meals to be cooked."
"But there's no rush. It's just the weekend."
"Yes, a weekend full of chores."
Antonio sighed and let go. He lay on his back and faced the ceiling. Manuel noticed the change in attitude and joined his husband in lying back down on the bed. Not wanting to have the Spaniard frustrated with him, he leaned his head on his shoulder.
"It's just something I got used to doing, okay? I can't stand messes."
"I know, but there are people hired to do this in this large house you know."
"I was never a person who liked others to do work that I'm perfectly capable of doing myself."
"Manny…you've worked hard for all your life-"
"I haven't been alive that long. I'm only twenty you know…"
"Well still. Don't you want a break?"
Manuel looked down and drew small circles with his finger on Antonio's chest. "I'd like a break, yeah…but I'm also the only person who knows how I want my food to be prepared and how clean my house should be… I guess I'm still not used to this fancy lifestyle, and to be honest, I don't think I ever will be."
Antonio smoothed out the strands of hair that fell onto Manuel's face, and asked, "But you're gonna try to get adjusted, right? It's been two years since you became mine."
"Yeah, I'll try to get adjusted. But I'm still clipping coupons for stuff and I don't give a flying fuck what you say."
The Spaniard couldn't help but laugh. He wrapped his arms around Manuel and nuzzled their noses together. "My little thrifty spender ~"
"Stop doting over me so much, damn," Manuel chuckled.
"But you're just so cute ~"
"Why does everyone say that? I'm a guy."
"Guys can be cute too."
"Can I make breakfast now?"
Antonio shook his head and gave a smile. "Si me das un beso ~"
Manuel rolled his eyes but gave a smile and kissed him.
"Mm, dame otro ~"
He kissed him again.
"Uno mas ~"
"¡Antonio!"
The Spaniard laughed. "Okay okay!"
Manuel sighed heavily and got up from the bed, stretching to awaken his muscles. Antonio teased him by whistling and then his face was met with a pillow. "Shut up!" the Mexican shouted embarrassedly.
He walked over to the bathroom connected to their room and closed the door. Antonio sighed happily and folded his arms underneath his head as he looked up at the red-orange ceiling, the color they decided for their bedroom.
There was a pause after the toilet had flushed.
"ANTONIOOOOOO!"
He saw the marks, the Spanish man thought. He laughed and got out of bed, picking up the fallen clothes, bedspread, and pillows from the floor.
Whenever Antonio would go to work at his family's company, he always missed Manuel, so he made sure to keep a picture on his desk of his beloved wife, or at least the person he liked to refer to as his wife. And when he returned to the mansion, the first thing he did when he walked into the foyer was sigh out of relief.
"I'm hoooome ~ !" he would always chime when he stepped in. A maid would be passing by to greet him.
"Buenas tardes señor," she said.
"¡Igualmente! Donde esta Manuel?"
"En la cocina."
"¿Otra vez?"
"Si. El quieria hacerte la cena."
The Spaniard wondered when his spouse would stop working so hard and realize that he could take a break, but then again, that's one of the reasons why he fell in love with him in the first place. Manuel had always been a hard worker whether it was with his academics or his various job occupations, though there were times when his husband feared he might stretch himself too thin.
Going to the bedroom first to leave his briefcase and jacket, he walked back down the stairwell as he loosened his tie, venturing into the large kitchen where sure enough, he found Manuel cooking.
"Mi amoooor ~ !" he chirped happily, his arms open. "¡Te extrane!"
Giving a laugh, Manuel shook his head. "But you have pictures of me on your desk in your big fancy office at the company."
"That's not the same as having the actual Manny beside me!" he pouted. "I miss your smile, the way you laugh, your scent…"
"Okay that last one was kinda creepy…"
"But everyone has their own scent y'know."
"It makes you sound like un perro."
Manuel put on his mitts and opened up the oven. "Alright, almost done."
"What are you making?"
"Oh, well, since I make Mexican or Spanish food most of the time, I decided to try and make different dishes to expand my cooking knowledge and skills." He pointed at the island counter in the middle of the kitchen. "I bought that today at the bookstore."
Antonio walked over to it and noticed a very large cookbook sitting on the countertop, open to a recipe for pork loin. "Oh, so you're making this?"
"Yeah. It should be done in a few minutes. I decided to make potatoes and vegetables with it too. Those should be done soon as well."
"Manny, I tell you that we have-"
"Chefs? I know, but I wanna make food for us myself!"
"Well okay, if that's what you want." He gave a small gasp. "You're wearing the apron I bought you!"
Blushing slightly, Manuel groaned. "Yeah…" It was supposed to be a gag gift from Antonio one year on his birthday, but the young Mexican couldn't find anything else to wear. He honestly hated it as it was trimmed with lace and the design was supposed to be akin to a colorful quilt, obviously made for a female, but if it kept his clothes clean so he didn't have to do laundry again, then he might as well wear it. Maybe if it was dirty it would look better.
Antonio cooed at him, Manuel threatening his husband with a spoon. The Spaniard walked over to him with open arms and cuddled him. "I didn't think you'd wear it!"
"To be honest I would have never worn this piece of shit in my life, but it's ideal for cooking and it keeps my clothes safe from oil and things like that. Plus if it makes you happy to see me wearing these kinds of…ridiculous clothes, I guess I don't mind…at least not too much."
Grabbing the sides of his face, Antonio kissed the shorter male, humming happily. "Gracias."
"Yeah yeah… Now at least go set the dining table!" he instructed, shooing him away.
"But of course honey ~"
"…you know I don't like it when you call me that. Don't treat me like a woman just because I'm dressed like this!"
"But you make such a cute housew-"
Antonio found out that night that spoons could in fact be used as a weapon.
He liked to surprise his cute little wife in various ways, whether it was flowers being delivered at the door on a random day or buying him a new colorful bird as Manuel was fond of these animals and already had at least five of them in the backyard.
And then there were other ways…
When Antonio came home a bit tired on a Friday, he didn't see Manuel in the kitchen or making a new ceramic object in the backyard. He asked one of the maids where he was and all she told him was that she remembers him going upstairs.
Following her hunch, he walked to the master bedroom and put his briefcase aside, taking off his jacket and hanging it back up. He heard the shower turn on and was pleased to know that this is where Manuel had been.
"Are you in here?" he asked as he opened the door.
"Damn could you at least knock?" he said from the shower, the glass window fogged up by the steam.
"Why? It's not like I haven't seen you desnudo before."
"Still, it's common courtesy!" he shouted. "…so how was work?"
"Ah, y'know, the same. Since it's the summer season, we usually get very busy because of all the new designs."
"Mm, I see. Well, just keep at it and I'm sure things will work themselves out in due time."
"I know, and I will."
Antonio couldn't see him very well through the foggy glass window, though he could at least tell he was washing his hair. That's when a thought occurred to him. A mischievous smile spread across his face as he began to unbutton his shirt, quietly slipping off the rest of his clothes shortly afterward.
Opening the shower door, he stepped inside. Manuel felt arms wrap around his waist and he jumped. "¡Madre de Dios! Damn it Antonio!" he said when he opened his eyes.
"Did I scare you?"
"Well yeah because nobody just randomly gets in the shower with another person!"
"I wanted to surprise you!"
"Good Lord…"
"Is that so bad?"
"No, but it is a little weird!"
"Why? It's just the shower."
"I'm almost done though."
Antonio kissed his shoulder. "Really?"
Manuel knew where this was going. "Oh come on Anto-" He was turned around to face him. The look he gave Manuel caused him to blush as he was held against his chest.
"…what?"
"Nothing."
"Then why are you looking at me like that?"
"No reason."
He cupped the side of his face with one hand, the redness in the other's expression deepening. Antonio slowly leaned in and kissed him softly, Manuel quietly consenting to it. Though they were spouses, Manuel still got embarrassed when Antonio did unexpected things for him, especially if they fell along the lines of being romantic. The shortest of the pair traced his finger along the defined lines of muscle on the other's chest. Antonio rested his hands on the small of the other's back and kissed him again. He smiled internally when Manuel wrapped his arms around his neck, kissing him back just as lovingly.
They took turns tilting their heads to get the most of the kiss as gradually they started to get more vigorous, kissing passionately against the damp wall of the spacious shower. Hands roaming, fingers tangling in hair, mouths crashing against each other, they soon wanted more. Within minutes the two found themselves making love, Antonio holding on tightly to Manuel's sides, the other securely wrapping his legs around him, arms coiled around his neck. He begged every time the other thrust into him, lewdly crying out his name in ecstasy, throwing his head back when he reached his climax, the other moaning when he did the same.
Panting heavily, Manuel gave Antonio exasperated kisses. "Te amo." Kiss. "Te amo." Kiss. "Te amo…"
"Mi amor," he replied as he kissed back. "Cuanto te quiero…"
Slowly Antonio pulled himself away from Manuel, the latter still high off their spontaneous sexual interactions that he felt the need to sit down. Crouching to face him, Antonio smiled and said, "Maybe it would be better if we relaxed in the tub, ¿si?"
He only nodded in response.
For a good full hour, the two occupied the bathtub that was filled with warm water and soap suds. Antonio leaned against the back of the tub, Manuel secured in his embrace, his back pressed against his chest. The loving Spaniard brushed kisses along his neck and shoulders, whispering to him in their native language.
"That was some surprise," Manuel responded after the longest time.
"Ha ha, yes it was. We haven't had sex in the shower before. Next time we should try the bathtub ~"
"As long as it's not today."
"Hmm mm, no, I'd rather relax here serenely with you. I just enjoy having you in my arms." He rested his chin on Manuel's shoulder. "I enjoy your company in general, more than you know."
"I think I have a pretty good estimate as to how much you enjoy my presence," he said with a smile. "Who wouldn't?"
Antonio chuckled. "That's true." He kissed his cheek. Manuel turned his head a bit and gazed at Antonio. "What?"
His response was a gentle kiss on the lips. Smiling, Antonio kissed him back holding him even tighter. They were so absorbed in each other that they didn't even care that they missed dinner.
Things weren't always this sugary-sweet. Many obstacles stood in their way before they lived in happiness with each other. The most obvious were their backgrounds that lied on opposite ends. Antonio came from a very prestigious and wealthy family in Spain that specialized in fashion and cuisine, though he decided to move to the United States to help manage the branches set up in North America. He was spoiled to say the least, especially since he was the youngest child of his parents, but fortunately enough, he wasn't too snobbish about it. He was able to throw around as much money as he wanted for year after year dough kept rolling into his family's accounts from their successful businesses. Sometimes his parents would come to visit him during the holidays, or he would fly back to Spain, though he never really jumped for joy at the thought of seeing his older brother, one of the few people that got on his nerves and revealed his negative side. All his girlfriends and boyfriends were of the same class, but different in morale, something that often bothered Antonio, as much as he tried to let it slide. Cheerful, warm-hearted, tall, attractive, and rich, he was wanted by many, and envied by all.
Manuel on the other hand came from a very poor and humble family in Mexico, his father working in the fields and his mother a seamstress. Both his parents had passed away rather young, his father when Manuel was only seven in Mexico, and his mother when he was sixteen in the United States. He had no other siblings or relatives that he knew of and because both of them were always working, he mostly tended to himself, learning how to clean, cook, wash, and sew as the years passed. He had worked hard since day one. The boy's perseverance wasn't limited to just his regular duties but also in academics, learning English at a rapid pace. For the most part he was a friendly and charismatic individual but he feigned optimism about half the time, and sometimes repelled people with his short temper. His lack of finances, lower-class status, short stature, and pride didn't get him any admirers whatsoever.
Unbeknownst to both at the time, Manuel had worked in a restaurant owned by Antonio's family in West Los Angeles. The commute there every morning was long and he had to get up early to catch the bus. He was liked by most of his coworkers and the customers, some even requesting to have him as their waiter for their evening. Antonio was traveling around the country to inspect each of the restaurants, the last bunch residing in the southern half of California. He talked to all the managers and employees to get to know them, but when he met Manuel, he instantly brought a smile to his face. The Spaniard kept returning to the restaurant to dine with his friends, but he was unaware of the attraction factor for it. He'd get a sad puppy-dog look when Manuel wasn't their waiter, but loved to chat with him when he was lucky enough to have the teenager serve his table. He liked him so much that he offered Manuel a job at his mansion, mostly doing cooking tasks though when his little cousins came to visit, Manuel resorted to being a temporary nanny for those particular days.
Antonio seemed to be one of the few that were able to soothe Manuel when he exploded into a fit of rage, and in return, Manuel was able to teach him how to do standard tasks such as laundry or vacuuming. The Spaniard's friends Francis and Gilbert started to see the harmonious relationship between the two and would have even given them a little push, if it weren't for the fact Antonio already had a boyfriend.
Perhaps the biggest obstacle was Lovino, an individual of Italian descent that was also from a wealthy family. Easily jealous and paranoid, he would keep a close eye on Manuel to make sure he didn't attempt to steal Antonio away from him. The Italian and Mexican young men never got along because of this, so over time Manuel distanced himself from Antonio so as to avoid needless conflict between him and Lovino and so he wasn't blamed for "jeopardizing" their relationship all because Antonio was being friendly, or at least that's what he thought. He had his own problems to deal with already. It was during this span of time that he came to the realization he had fallen in love with his employer, so he tried harder to distract himself with tasks, even taking up other jobs the remaining house servants did. They never told him to stop of course.
To add, Fernando, the equally charming older brother Antonio spoke of with such hatred, decided to help his family by also moving to the United States and managing the overseas business. When he surprised his little sibling, Antonio wanted nothing to do with him, so for a time he moved into Lovino's own mansion. Soon he realized this was a very big mistake. With him gone and Fernando left to manage the large estate, he took notice of Manuel rather quick. Oblivious to his flirtations and advances because he was absorbed in his work (and because he was still very much in love with the Spaniard), Manuel thought of it as Fernando being sociable and friendly, just like his brother. Antonio immediately recognized it for what it really was and called him out on it, the argument escalating to yelling and even discovery by Lovino.
"Stop it," Antonio began as the two relatives talked in a vacant room of their family's mansion.
"Stop what?"
"You know damn well what!"
"My my hermanito, why are you so angry?"
Antonio tried to calm himself down. "Why are you even here? You're supposed to be in Asia!"
"I wanted to visit you."
"Yeah right! Don't tell me bullshit lies!"
"Alright fine, I just wanted to annoy you. Does that sound better? But really now, mamá and papá wanted me to check up on you."
He growled. "Well I'm doing just fine so leave!"
"You've never gotten this upset before," Fernando said. He looked at his brother's angry expression and then smirked. "It's because of your servant isn't it? The cute little Mexican one."
"Leave. Him. Alone."
"Bingo."
"I know your reputation! You can't stay serious about any relationship and you end up breaking everyone's hearts, especially the women!"
"Excuse you but I treat women with respect."
"You obviously don't respect them enough if you treat them like a dime a dozen! Sure you may be a gentlemen towards them and don't ever abuse them, but when you get bored of them, then you decide to end the relationship!"
"Oh don't go and start accusing me of being some asshole bachelor when you yourself treat relationships like something frivolous!"
"I don't!"
"Yes you do! Every relationship you've ever had you've ended after six or so months!"
"That's because I started realizing just what kind of people they were!"
"So are you going to do that to Lovino? He's hot-headed, rude, and even snobbish."
"Lovino is actually quite caring and can be kind if you get to become acquainted with him and give him time, but of course you wouldn't know this!"
"So then do you love him?"
"Of course I do! What the hell kind of question is that?!"
"So then you don't mind if I test drive Manuel."
"OF COURSE I MIND!" he shouted.
"But you just said you loved Lovino."
"I do!"
"Then Manuel shouldn't matter to you."
"Why wouldn't he matter to me? He's my friend and you talk about him as if…well as if he was a car!"
"Mentiroso."
"YOU JUST SAID YOU WANTED TO TAKE HIM FOR A TEST DRIVE!"
"Antonio, if I was interested in any of your other servants, would you have gotten so angry?"
"Well I'd be upset-"
"-but not thrown into a rage, right?"
"The point is you can't treat Manuel like that!"
"He's only a servant, an expendable. You can easily replace-"
"I WOULD NEVER REPLACE MANUEL!"
Fernando took a pause, trying to think of other ways to mess with his brother's head, but before he had the chance to say anything, Antonio said, "Stop treating him like he's a toy, like he doesn't have feelings. You know little next to nothing about him. I on the other hand do, and I'm the closest friend he has!"
"Pfft, come on Antonio. The boy is dirt poor. He was probably born in a backwater town of Mexico. I'm sure he's got some fighting spirit in him too, some violence, you know? Lovino I can understand at least. He's of the elite class, his father works closely with ours, and his wealth seems to continue onto infinity. Why would you want somebody like Manuel around, somebody who can't benefit us in any shape or form, somebody who's just here to serve us? He's a nobody, and he'll always be a nobody, so I don't understand why you insist on me leaving him the hell alone-"
"DON'T TALK ABOUT HIM LIKE HE DOESN'T MATTER!" Antonio exclaimed, his fists trembling. "He's a somebody to me! Manuel is friendly and optimistic, and yes he has a bad temper and is very proud, but I'm sure he can work on it! He always makes me laugh and he's taught me things I wouldn't have given any thought about before! He's lived a hard life, so don't you go and fucking make assumptions like that about him!"
"Hermanito, damn, why do you defend him so strong-"
"BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU DO FOR THE PERSON YOU LOVE!"
Fernando looked at his brother with wide eyes, genuine shock plastered on his face. Realizing what he said, Antonio immediately calmed down and looked at the ground, trying to understand what he just said.
"…you…love him?"
"…"
"Antonio? What's this about you loving him?" He chuckled. "Do you even realize who he is? You have Lovino. Don't tell me you don't love him anymore."
"…no, of course…of course I love Lovi."
"Then why did you justify your defense towards Manuel with you loving him?"
"Well…well he's my friend! Of course I love him!"
"I've tried hitting on your friends before and you've never gotten this vicious." Fernando laughed a bit. "Oh I can't believe this is happening. You seriously have fallen for one of your employees, the youngest and poorest of them all too! Holy shit this is unbelievable!"
Antonio was so deep in thought that he drowned out his brother's comments. He was very confused. He cared a lot about Lovino, but that's what scared him. He only just cared. He's known him for a long while, but ever since he met Manuel, he found himself laughing more, his smiles lingering for longer periods of time. He'd get upset when Lovino would accuse him of various misfortunes and try to put him down. He knew he was the jealous type, but he didn't think it was to this extent. Manuel did get him frustrated too at times, but he was easier to calm down and usually returned to his jovial composure after a few hours. He loved eating with him, learning from him, taking him to exquisite restaurants just to get a taste of the good life, to talk with him into the night until they both fell asleep on the couch. Maybe he really did…
"-tonio?"
The Spaniard blinked and looked at his brother. "What?"
"So do you love Manuel?"
The pause he took was too long.
"I…"
They both jerked as the door slammed open, revealing an angry Italian, an inferno of rage storming in his eyes.
"L-Lovi!" Antonio began. "It's nice to see-"
"CUT THE HORSESHIT ANTONIO AND EXPLAIN TO ME JUST WHAT THE FUCK WAS IT THAT I HEARD!"
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Since the beginning!" The fists that fell at his sides began to tremble. "I knew it. I fucking knew it. I knew that douchebag would steal you away from me!"
"He didn't do anything wrong!"
"Ever since I met him you've acted strangely, as in giving him more attention even though I was right here the whole damn time!"
"I didn't want him to feel neglected."
"Well I was feeling neglected!"
"Lovi-"
"Don't you Lovi me you bastard!" It was obvious to both Antonio and Fernando that the infuriated Italian was trying his hardest not to cry. "…why…? Why him…? He's not…he's not even…he doesn't even have a penny to his name or any influence whatsoever! How could you love somebody like him?!"
Antonio stood quiet for a few moments before responding. "Wasn't that the question you asked me the first time I said I loved you and that I wanted to be with you? You asked me how it was possible for another person to love you, and I quote, 'Somebody bitchy and rude like me, somebody who constantly acts like a jackass with you?' And do you remember what I said?"
Lovino stood quiet, Fernando watching from the background.
"I said that I saw past that, that you actually do care about other people. You're just selective about it, and in general you do what's right. You're cute and are loyal to the people close to your heart. All those things you thought weren't desirable, I still accepted them. That's how it is with Manuel. Yeah, he's pretty poor, he's got a bad temper and is probably the proudest person I know, even egotistical at times, but he also makes me laugh and he has a good heart. He works very hard and sticks to his principles. Plus, he's really cute. If you understood why I was able to love you, then…" He took a pause. "…why can't you understand why I'm able to love Manuel? Or does this only apply to the rich folk? Because if the answer is 'yes', then I guess you weren't the Lovi I thought you were. I would like to think that you were better than that."
Completely at a loss for words, Lovino glared at him, the tears running down his cheeks. "Your parents won't ever accept him! They'll kick you out and make sure you're left without a cent!"
"If that's the cost of loving somebody, then I'll pay the price."
Now it was Fernando's turn to be left speechless.
"How do you even know he loves you back?"
"I don't, but it never hurts to ask, right?"
"So what then? You're admitting that you love him?"
"Yes."
With a pained look, Lovino asked, "…so is this it or something? You want…you want to end our relationship? After a year and a half…?"
"…yes."
Antonio looked at him with a sympathetic expression. "It wouldn't be fair to you for me to continue engaging you in a romantic manner. Lovino, I still care about you." He put a hand on his shoulder. "I still love you. I'm just not…in love with you, not anymore."
Swallowing hard, Lovino swatted his hand away. "Fuck this shit. Fine, do whatever you want with your life. I can't tell you what to do, but don't expect that we can be friends after this you asshole!"
"Why?"
"Because…because I still love you that's why!"
"…I'm sorry Lovi. I really am…"
The Italian didn't stay to continue the argument. He left promptly on his heel and saw Manuel walking down the hallway with a tray of appetizers for the two Spanish brothers. "Ah," he began, trying not to sound like speaking with the wealthier man was a pain. "Are Antonio and Fernando in there?"
Lovino stood in front of him and glared hard at Manuel, the other looking completely confused. Noticing the tear stains on his cheeks, he asked, "Were you crying?"
"None of your fucking business you good for nothing HOMEWRECKER!" he shouted, flipping the tray of food from underneath him.
"Hey what the fuck?!"
"Clean it up! It's your damn job anyway!"
"You're the one who made the mess! What the hell is your problem?!"
"You're my problem!"
"Big surprise there! I'm your problem even though I didn't do anything to you!"
"Oh is that what you think?"
"Yes it is, and it's true!"
"Stupid Mexican."
"Call me a stupid Mexican one more damn time and this spoon is gonna be shoved so far up your ass-"
"You wouldn't hurt somebody from the highest rungs of the economic ladder."
"Does it look like I give a fucking shit whether or not somebody's got loads of cash? Answer: HELL TO THE FUCK NO."
Antonio ran over to them. "What is going on?!" he asked. Noticing the food scattered all over the place, he asked, "Manny-"
"It was your stupid-ass boyfriend that flipped the tray I was gonna bring you and your brother!"
"You were?"
"Well yeah! It's common courtesy to cater to the guests and since you weren't doing it, I took the initiative to do it myself! But as I was walking down the hallway here, este cabeza de mierda decided to spontaneously slap the tray outta my hands!"
Antonio looked at Lovino somewhat angrily. "There wasn't any reason for you to do that-"
"I don't fucking care anymore! You won't see me around this house in the future!" he shouted. Huffing past them, he descended the stairs, looking for the quickest route to the outside.
"Seriously, what was his problem?"
Fernando chuckled. "He's heartbroken and jealous."
"What? Why?"
"Antonio broke up with him."
Manuel wasn't sure how to react. "Eh?" He looked at his Spanish boss. "Why did you do that?"
"Go on hermanito, tell him."
Glaring at his older brother first, he looked at Manuel directly in the eyes and said, "I broke up with him because I didn't love him anymore, at least not in the way I used to."
"So what? Does that mean you've fallen for somebody else?" What insufferable prick is he head over heels for now? Ugh…
"Yes."
"Who, if you don't mind me asking?"
"…you."
"…what?" Oh, I'm the insufferable prick.
"It's sorta complicated ah ha…"
"Well I'll leave you two alone," Fernando said. "It's obvious I won't get anywhere now." He shrugged, walking in the same direction as Lovino had done moments earlier.
The young Mexican male didn't accuse him of lying. Obviously if Lovino was so upset and called him a homewrecker of all things, it had to be true. "You…what?"
"I love you Manny," he said plainly. "I think I've been in love with you since we met."
"That's dumb! Y-You can't fall in love the moment you meet somebody!"
"So you don't believe in love at first sight?"
"No! You have to get to know the person well enough to make that decision!"
"Well, you know me good enough, so my question to you is, are the feelings returned?"
Manuel's cheeks deepened in color. Antonio smiled. "Is that a yes?"
"I-I-I haven't even said anything!"
"Your stuttering and flushed face translates as 'yes'."
"You're so conceited thinking everyone loves you just because you're…well you!"
"And why would they love me, hmm?" he asked again, wrapping his arms around the other's waist, holding him close. Manuel tried to push him away with his hands.
"I don't fucking know!"
"You must have at least educated guesses ~"
"No I don't! You're stupid and oblivious as hell and you didn't even know what a thrift store was! And you think just because you're tall and Spanish and sexy that you can get anybody you want! And just because you're patient and compassionate and optimistic and understanding almost to a fault and even affectionate-well don't think that merits to me returning your feelings!"
"Was that a confession?" he laughed.
"No it wasn't you dumbass!" he shouted back, his face even redder. "I'm merely telling you what other p-people might see in you-"
"Just say you love me Manny."
"Wh-Why would I lie about something dumb like th-"
His eyes widened as Antonio kissed him, shutting him up and leaving him completely speechless. At first he struggled to get out of his embrace, but he soon forfeited as the taller man continued to kiss him lovingly, Manuel eventually closing his eyes as he returned the affection.
As Lovino had predicted, Antonio's parents weren't too thrilled with the news that their son loved a poor boy. He was in fact kicked out, but using the money Manuel had saved up, they were able to buy a very small apartment in the dirty city. The Spaniard had to get accustomed to his new job at a clothing boutique as well as the very tight budget Manuel had where frivolous spending was absolutely prohibited and coupons were a must. Every penny was saved and every sale was marked on the calendar. Though Antonio missed the luxuries of living large, he did his best to accommodate himself in the simplistic lifestyle he now led with Manuel, and he couldn't be happier.
His mother checked up on him about six months later and found him continuing to smile genuinely about his situation, telling her about his adventures of being a standard citizen. Knowing that her son would go to any length just to be with the humble Mexican boy, even to live a hard-working life without any financial assistance, she felt touched and even happy seeing her Antonio so joyful around this person. When she said his financial and social status would be restored, he said he didn't care and wanted to spend more time with Manuel in the apartment they both shared and worked so hard to keep. Eventually after three more months, his mother finally convinced him to move back into the mansion with his new love.
Lovino still came over whenever the Carriedos had parties as the Vargas family worked closely with them. He'd still get jealous whenever he saw Antonio fawning over Manuel but little by little he started to recover from the breakup. Though he still didn't like the Mexican, he was at least civil toward him whenever they met, for the most part anyway.
Antonio opened his eyes and found himself staring at the ceiling, the light from the television illuminating the room. Groggily he glanced around trying to remember what happened. Oh, we were watching a movie, right. He looked to his left and saw Manuel asleep, his head on his lap. Smiling he began to pet him, causing the other to wake.
"Mm…what are you doing?" he asked sleepily.
"Nothing. Just looking at you."
"…what time is it?"
"Ah…one in the morning I think."
"Madre de Dios we need to get some proper sleep."
"You wanna go to our room then to snooze?"
"Yeah…"
Slowly he got up as Antonio turned off the television. Manuel stood on his feet but was disoriented from his previous slumber. Smiling, Antonio scooped him up in his arms.
"Hey, what do you think-"
"Shush now mi vida. Let me just carry you, okay? You'll crash into things with the way you're walking."
"Hmm…whatever," he replied sleepily.
Carrying him up the flight of stairs, Antonio set Manuel down on the bed. Luckily for them they were already clothed in their nightwear, so the Spaniard pulled the covers over them both. Cuddling up next to his wife, he wrapped his arms around him, the other digging his face into his neck.
"You know what Manny?"
"Mm?"
"I'm really happy with our relationship. I know we fight sometimes, but overall I'm happy."
"…yeah, I'm happy too."
"Ha ha. Si es verdad, dame un beso chiquito ~"
"¿Porque me llama chiquito todo el tiempo?"
"¿No te puedo llamar asi?"
"No…"
"Andale, no seas malo. Es solamente un cariño."
"…pues, esta bien."
He cuddled him even further, Manuel managing a smile.
"¿Me amas Manuel?"
"Por supuesto que te amo. Te amo tanto que ay tiempos cuando no puedo comprenderlo."
"Yo tambien mi amor. Yo tambien."
He kissed him gently on the lips.
"¿Va estar con migo para siempre?"
"Si. ¿Y tu me vas a querer por toda la vida?"
Chuckling, he gave him another kiss. "Si."
There was a tranquil pause.
"…te amo Antonio."
"Te amo tambien Manuel, con todo mi corazón, toda mi alma, y con toda mi vida."
"Igualmente mi amor."
Sharing sweet good night kisses, they bid each other a pleasant sleep and slumbered off in each other's embrace.
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A/N: Woah, sorry about all that Spanish at the end there. I wanted to practice. Also forgive me for the typical positions in life I keep giving Manuel and Antonio in all my Spamex fics. I need to change this someday. I'll put up translations later. Ah, and as for Antonio's brother, just pretend he's like a jerkass alter ego of Toni since I don't wanna make Portugal a bad guy or anything. Anyway, hope you liked your fic Amy. c:
Author: Jubilee
Characters/Pairings: fanon!Mexico, Spain, Romano, Spamex,
Rating: T+
Genre: Romance
Warnings/Notes: This was written for my friend Amy as a Valentines gift. There's only one sex scene and it's pretty brief, so that's why I rated this story T+ instead of M. I'm sorry Amy I couldn't resist writing that part. It's not very descriptive though. Don't worry. Also sucky title is sucky.
Summary: There were many things Antonio loved about his life, but if you were to ask him what took the number one spot on the list? His wife.
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If you were to ask Antonio to decide amongst his friends and family who would he save in a catastrophe, he'd either answer "everyone" or "I'd sacrifice myself to save them all" because that's just the kind of guy he is. Now if you were to ask him who his favorite person was in the entire world, the answer would be obvious.
His wife.
Antonio adores his wife. He loves and cherishes her more than life itself. It doesn't matter to him if she's a few years younger than he is. She's his entire world and if she were ever gone from the picture, he wouldn't feel whole ever again. She has imperfections others take notice of real quick, but to him, he's practically oblivious to them in most cases. Sure, she can be a bit hotheaded and stubborn, maybe even a bit full of herself at times, but she's still up for cuddling more often than not, and is usually in a cheerful mood, just like him. Antonio's wife is friendly. She's cute, fun-loving, a good cook, artistic, and overall a pleasure to be around.
She actually happens to be a he.
Yes, Antonio does in fact have a wife who happens to be a he. Of course, his wife doesn't like to be called a wife, especially if you add the prefix "house-" in front of it. More than anything, he hates to be called a "housewife". Nobody understands why considering he makes it blatantly obvious he is one on a constant basis, even if he never does it on purpose. He cooks, cleans, does laundry, gardens, and all that good stuff while Antonio is away at work.
His wife's name is Manuel.
The two came from completely different backgrounds, Antonio being raised in wealth and lived a life of extravagance, while Manuel was raised in humility and lived a life of endurance. At first there were objections to the Spaniard marrying somebody of such a low class, but he didn't care. He was attracted to Manuel, perhaps because of his good sense of humor, or because he could brighten your day with his cheerfulness and vigor. Whatever the reason, there hasn't been a day where Antonio regrets having him as his wife.
He stared at the younger male, who was asleep beside him. Brushing a few strands of hair away from Manuel's face, Antonio smiled warmly. He took notice of the various love bites scattered around his wife's neck and the top of his chest. They were to be the memories of their passionate activity the night before, which seemed to become more and more frequent. Manuel would probably get upset once he saw them in the bathroom mirror, but for now the Spaniard cherished the moment of serenity.
Antonio perked up as he saw his wife stir, opening his eyes. The latter turned to him only to be greeted with a warm smile, like every morning.
"Buenos dias hermoso," Antonio said. "Did you sleep well?"
Manuel gave a small laugh and replied, "Mm, I would've, but somebody had other ideas in mind last night."
Antonio chuckled. "Ideas that you so eagerly consented to."
This caused a blush to appear on Manuel's face and a smile to spread even wider on Antonio's expression.
Deciding it was too early in the morning to argue, Manuel sat upright, stretching. He groaned as he looked at their clothes on the ground and the disoriented bedspread. "I guess I need to do laundry. But first, breakfast."
He was about to get out, but Antonio was faster and wrapped his arms around the other's waist, pulling him back in. "Nooo, let's stay here for a little while longer."
"Antonio-"
"No protests. Can't I cuddle with you?"
"Trust me, we did more than our fair share of cuddling last night."
"But from the look on your face and your cries, you didn't want to stop."
Manuel's face turned an even deeper shade of red.
"L-Let go! I need to start breakfast!"
Antonio buried his face into the other's side. "Oh, one of the maids will do that."
"I like to prepare my own food because only I know how I like my meals to be cooked."
"But there's no rush. It's just the weekend."
"Yes, a weekend full of chores."
Antonio sighed and let go. He lay on his back and faced the ceiling. Manuel noticed the change in attitude and joined his husband in lying back down on the bed. Not wanting to have the Spaniard frustrated with him, he leaned his head on his shoulder.
"It's just something I got used to doing, okay? I can't stand messes."
"I know, but there are people hired to do this in this large house you know."
"I was never a person who liked others to do work that I'm perfectly capable of doing myself."
"Manny…you've worked hard for all your life-"
"I haven't been alive that long. I'm only twenty you know…"
"Well still. Don't you want a break?"
Manuel looked down and drew small circles with his finger on Antonio's chest. "I'd like a break, yeah…but I'm also the only person who knows how I want my food to be prepared and how clean my house should be… I guess I'm still not used to this fancy lifestyle, and to be honest, I don't think I ever will be."
Antonio smoothed out the strands of hair that fell onto Manuel's face, and asked, "But you're gonna try to get adjusted, right? It's been two years since you became mine."
"Yeah, I'll try to get adjusted. But I'm still clipping coupons for stuff and I don't give a flying fuck what you say."
The Spaniard couldn't help but laugh. He wrapped his arms around Manuel and nuzzled their noses together. "My little thrifty spender ~"
"Stop doting over me so much, damn," Manuel chuckled.
"But you're just so cute ~"
"Why does everyone say that? I'm a guy."
"Guys can be cute too."
"Can I make breakfast now?"
Antonio shook his head and gave a smile. "Si me das un beso ~"
Manuel rolled his eyes but gave a smile and kissed him.
"Mm, dame otro ~"
He kissed him again.
"Uno mas ~"
"¡Antonio!"
The Spaniard laughed. "Okay okay!"
Manuel sighed heavily and got up from the bed, stretching to awaken his muscles. Antonio teased him by whistling and then his face was met with a pillow. "Shut up!" the Mexican shouted embarrassedly.
He walked over to the bathroom connected to their room and closed the door. Antonio sighed happily and folded his arms underneath his head as he looked up at the red-orange ceiling, the color they decided for their bedroom.
There was a pause after the toilet had flushed.
"ANTONIOOOOOO!"
He saw the marks, the Spanish man thought. He laughed and got out of bed, picking up the fallen clothes, bedspread, and pillows from the floor.
Whenever Antonio would go to work at his family's company, he always missed Manuel, so he made sure to keep a picture on his desk of his beloved wife, or at least the person he liked to refer to as his wife. And when he returned to the mansion, the first thing he did when he walked into the foyer was sigh out of relief.
"I'm hoooome ~ !" he would always chime when he stepped in. A maid would be passing by to greet him.
"Buenas tardes señor," she said.
"¡Igualmente! Donde esta Manuel?"
"En la cocina."
"¿Otra vez?"
"Si. El quieria hacerte la cena."
The Spaniard wondered when his spouse would stop working so hard and realize that he could take a break, but then again, that's one of the reasons why he fell in love with him in the first place. Manuel had always been a hard worker whether it was with his academics or his various job occupations, though there were times when his husband feared he might stretch himself too thin.
Going to the bedroom first to leave his briefcase and jacket, he walked back down the stairwell as he loosened his tie, venturing into the large kitchen where sure enough, he found Manuel cooking.
"Mi amoooor ~ !" he chirped happily, his arms open. "¡Te extrane!"
Giving a laugh, Manuel shook his head. "But you have pictures of me on your desk in your big fancy office at the company."
"That's not the same as having the actual Manny beside me!" he pouted. "I miss your smile, the way you laugh, your scent…"
"Okay that last one was kinda creepy…"
"But everyone has their own scent y'know."
"It makes you sound like un perro."
Manuel put on his mitts and opened up the oven. "Alright, almost done."
"What are you making?"
"Oh, well, since I make Mexican or Spanish food most of the time, I decided to try and make different dishes to expand my cooking knowledge and skills." He pointed at the island counter in the middle of the kitchen. "I bought that today at the bookstore."
Antonio walked over to it and noticed a very large cookbook sitting on the countertop, open to a recipe for pork loin. "Oh, so you're making this?"
"Yeah. It should be done in a few minutes. I decided to make potatoes and vegetables with it too. Those should be done soon as well."
"Manny, I tell you that we have-"
"Chefs? I know, but I wanna make food for us myself!"
"Well okay, if that's what you want." He gave a small gasp. "You're wearing the apron I bought you!"
Blushing slightly, Manuel groaned. "Yeah…" It was supposed to be a gag gift from Antonio one year on his birthday, but the young Mexican couldn't find anything else to wear. He honestly hated it as it was trimmed with lace and the design was supposed to be akin to a colorful quilt, obviously made for a female, but if it kept his clothes clean so he didn't have to do laundry again, then he might as well wear it. Maybe if it was dirty it would look better.
Antonio cooed at him, Manuel threatening his husband with a spoon. The Spaniard walked over to him with open arms and cuddled him. "I didn't think you'd wear it!"
"To be honest I would have never worn this piece of shit in my life, but it's ideal for cooking and it keeps my clothes safe from oil and things like that. Plus if it makes you happy to see me wearing these kinds of…ridiculous clothes, I guess I don't mind…at least not too much."
Grabbing the sides of his face, Antonio kissed the shorter male, humming happily. "Gracias."
"Yeah yeah… Now at least go set the dining table!" he instructed, shooing him away.
"But of course honey ~"
"…you know I don't like it when you call me that. Don't treat me like a woman just because I'm dressed like this!"
"But you make such a cute housew-"
Antonio found out that night that spoons could in fact be used as a weapon.
He liked to surprise his cute little wife in various ways, whether it was flowers being delivered at the door on a random day or buying him a new colorful bird as Manuel was fond of these animals and already had at least five of them in the backyard.
And then there were other ways…
When Antonio came home a bit tired on a Friday, he didn't see Manuel in the kitchen or making a new ceramic object in the backyard. He asked one of the maids where he was and all she told him was that she remembers him going upstairs.
Following her hunch, he walked to the master bedroom and put his briefcase aside, taking off his jacket and hanging it back up. He heard the shower turn on and was pleased to know that this is where Manuel had been.
"Are you in here?" he asked as he opened the door.
"Damn could you at least knock?" he said from the shower, the glass window fogged up by the steam.
"Why? It's not like I haven't seen you desnudo before."
"Still, it's common courtesy!" he shouted. "…so how was work?"
"Ah, y'know, the same. Since it's the summer season, we usually get very busy because of all the new designs."
"Mm, I see. Well, just keep at it and I'm sure things will work themselves out in due time."
"I know, and I will."
Antonio couldn't see him very well through the foggy glass window, though he could at least tell he was washing his hair. That's when a thought occurred to him. A mischievous smile spread across his face as he began to unbutton his shirt, quietly slipping off the rest of his clothes shortly afterward.
Opening the shower door, he stepped inside. Manuel felt arms wrap around his waist and he jumped. "¡Madre de Dios! Damn it Antonio!" he said when he opened his eyes.
"Did I scare you?"
"Well yeah because nobody just randomly gets in the shower with another person!"
"I wanted to surprise you!"
"Good Lord…"
"Is that so bad?"
"No, but it is a little weird!"
"Why? It's just the shower."
"I'm almost done though."
Antonio kissed his shoulder. "Really?"
Manuel knew where this was going. "Oh come on Anto-" He was turned around to face him. The look he gave Manuel caused him to blush as he was held against his chest.
"…what?"
"Nothing."
"Then why are you looking at me like that?"
"No reason."
He cupped the side of his face with one hand, the redness in the other's expression deepening. Antonio slowly leaned in and kissed him softly, Manuel quietly consenting to it. Though they were spouses, Manuel still got embarrassed when Antonio did unexpected things for him, especially if they fell along the lines of being romantic. The shortest of the pair traced his finger along the defined lines of muscle on the other's chest. Antonio rested his hands on the small of the other's back and kissed him again. He smiled internally when Manuel wrapped his arms around his neck, kissing him back just as lovingly.
They took turns tilting their heads to get the most of the kiss as gradually they started to get more vigorous, kissing passionately against the damp wall of the spacious shower. Hands roaming, fingers tangling in hair, mouths crashing against each other, they soon wanted more. Within minutes the two found themselves making love, Antonio holding on tightly to Manuel's sides, the other securely wrapping his legs around him, arms coiled around his neck. He begged every time the other thrust into him, lewdly crying out his name in ecstasy, throwing his head back when he reached his climax, the other moaning when he did the same.
Panting heavily, Manuel gave Antonio exasperated kisses. "Te amo." Kiss. "Te amo." Kiss. "Te amo…"
"Mi amor," he replied as he kissed back. "Cuanto te quiero…"
Slowly Antonio pulled himself away from Manuel, the latter still high off their spontaneous sexual interactions that he felt the need to sit down. Crouching to face him, Antonio smiled and said, "Maybe it would be better if we relaxed in the tub, ¿si?"
He only nodded in response.
For a good full hour, the two occupied the bathtub that was filled with warm water and soap suds. Antonio leaned against the back of the tub, Manuel secured in his embrace, his back pressed against his chest. The loving Spaniard brushed kisses along his neck and shoulders, whispering to him in their native language.
"That was some surprise," Manuel responded after the longest time.
"Ha ha, yes it was. We haven't had sex in the shower before. Next time we should try the bathtub ~"
"As long as it's not today."
"Hmm mm, no, I'd rather relax here serenely with you. I just enjoy having you in my arms." He rested his chin on Manuel's shoulder. "I enjoy your company in general, more than you know."
"I think I have a pretty good estimate as to how much you enjoy my presence," he said with a smile. "Who wouldn't?"
Antonio chuckled. "That's true." He kissed his cheek. Manuel turned his head a bit and gazed at Antonio. "What?"
His response was a gentle kiss on the lips. Smiling, Antonio kissed him back holding him even tighter. They were so absorbed in each other that they didn't even care that they missed dinner.
Things weren't always this sugary-sweet. Many obstacles stood in their way before they lived in happiness with each other. The most obvious were their backgrounds that lied on opposite ends. Antonio came from a very prestigious and wealthy family in Spain that specialized in fashion and cuisine, though he decided to move to the United States to help manage the branches set up in North America. He was spoiled to say the least, especially since he was the youngest child of his parents, but fortunately enough, he wasn't too snobbish about it. He was able to throw around as much money as he wanted for year after year dough kept rolling into his family's accounts from their successful businesses. Sometimes his parents would come to visit him during the holidays, or he would fly back to Spain, though he never really jumped for joy at the thought of seeing his older brother, one of the few people that got on his nerves and revealed his negative side. All his girlfriends and boyfriends were of the same class, but different in morale, something that often bothered Antonio, as much as he tried to let it slide. Cheerful, warm-hearted, tall, attractive, and rich, he was wanted by many, and envied by all.
Manuel on the other hand came from a very poor and humble family in Mexico, his father working in the fields and his mother a seamstress. Both his parents had passed away rather young, his father when Manuel was only seven in Mexico, and his mother when he was sixteen in the United States. He had no other siblings or relatives that he knew of and because both of them were always working, he mostly tended to himself, learning how to clean, cook, wash, and sew as the years passed. He had worked hard since day one. The boy's perseverance wasn't limited to just his regular duties but also in academics, learning English at a rapid pace. For the most part he was a friendly and charismatic individual but he feigned optimism about half the time, and sometimes repelled people with his short temper. His lack of finances, lower-class status, short stature, and pride didn't get him any admirers whatsoever.
Unbeknownst to both at the time, Manuel had worked in a restaurant owned by Antonio's family in West Los Angeles. The commute there every morning was long and he had to get up early to catch the bus. He was liked by most of his coworkers and the customers, some even requesting to have him as their waiter for their evening. Antonio was traveling around the country to inspect each of the restaurants, the last bunch residing in the southern half of California. He talked to all the managers and employees to get to know them, but when he met Manuel, he instantly brought a smile to his face. The Spaniard kept returning to the restaurant to dine with his friends, but he was unaware of the attraction factor for it. He'd get a sad puppy-dog look when Manuel wasn't their waiter, but loved to chat with him when he was lucky enough to have the teenager serve his table. He liked him so much that he offered Manuel a job at his mansion, mostly doing cooking tasks though when his little cousins came to visit, Manuel resorted to being a temporary nanny for those particular days.
Antonio seemed to be one of the few that were able to soothe Manuel when he exploded into a fit of rage, and in return, Manuel was able to teach him how to do standard tasks such as laundry or vacuuming. The Spaniard's friends Francis and Gilbert started to see the harmonious relationship between the two and would have even given them a little push, if it weren't for the fact Antonio already had a boyfriend.
Perhaps the biggest obstacle was Lovino, an individual of Italian descent that was also from a wealthy family. Easily jealous and paranoid, he would keep a close eye on Manuel to make sure he didn't attempt to steal Antonio away from him. The Italian and Mexican young men never got along because of this, so over time Manuel distanced himself from Antonio so as to avoid needless conflict between him and Lovino and so he wasn't blamed for "jeopardizing" their relationship all because Antonio was being friendly, or at least that's what he thought. He had his own problems to deal with already. It was during this span of time that he came to the realization he had fallen in love with his employer, so he tried harder to distract himself with tasks, even taking up other jobs the remaining house servants did. They never told him to stop of course.
To add, Fernando, the equally charming older brother Antonio spoke of with such hatred, decided to help his family by also moving to the United States and managing the overseas business. When he surprised his little sibling, Antonio wanted nothing to do with him, so for a time he moved into Lovino's own mansion. Soon he realized this was a very big mistake. With him gone and Fernando left to manage the large estate, he took notice of Manuel rather quick. Oblivious to his flirtations and advances because he was absorbed in his work (and because he was still very much in love with the Spaniard), Manuel thought of it as Fernando being sociable and friendly, just like his brother. Antonio immediately recognized it for what it really was and called him out on it, the argument escalating to yelling and even discovery by Lovino.
"Stop it," Antonio began as the two relatives talked in a vacant room of their family's mansion.
"Stop what?"
"You know damn well what!"
"My my hermanito, why are you so angry?"
Antonio tried to calm himself down. "Why are you even here? You're supposed to be in Asia!"
"I wanted to visit you."
"Yeah right! Don't tell me bullshit lies!"
"Alright fine, I just wanted to annoy you. Does that sound better? But really now, mamá and papá wanted me to check up on you."
He growled. "Well I'm doing just fine so leave!"
"You've never gotten this upset before," Fernando said. He looked at his brother's angry expression and then smirked. "It's because of your servant isn't it? The cute little Mexican one."
"Leave. Him. Alone."
"Bingo."
"I know your reputation! You can't stay serious about any relationship and you end up breaking everyone's hearts, especially the women!"
"Excuse you but I treat women with respect."
"You obviously don't respect them enough if you treat them like a dime a dozen! Sure you may be a gentlemen towards them and don't ever abuse them, but when you get bored of them, then you decide to end the relationship!"
"Oh don't go and start accusing me of being some asshole bachelor when you yourself treat relationships like something frivolous!"
"I don't!"
"Yes you do! Every relationship you've ever had you've ended after six or so months!"
"That's because I started realizing just what kind of people they were!"
"So are you going to do that to Lovino? He's hot-headed, rude, and even snobbish."
"Lovino is actually quite caring and can be kind if you get to become acquainted with him and give him time, but of course you wouldn't know this!"
"So then do you love him?"
"Of course I do! What the hell kind of question is that?!"
"So then you don't mind if I test drive Manuel."
"OF COURSE I MIND!" he shouted.
"But you just said you loved Lovino."
"I do!"
"Then Manuel shouldn't matter to you."
"Why wouldn't he matter to me? He's my friend and you talk about him as if…well as if he was a car!"
"Mentiroso."
"YOU JUST SAID YOU WANTED TO TAKE HIM FOR A TEST DRIVE!"
"Antonio, if I was interested in any of your other servants, would you have gotten so angry?"
"Well I'd be upset-"
"-but not thrown into a rage, right?"
"The point is you can't treat Manuel like that!"
"He's only a servant, an expendable. You can easily replace-"
"I WOULD NEVER REPLACE MANUEL!"
Fernando took a pause, trying to think of other ways to mess with his brother's head, but before he had the chance to say anything, Antonio said, "Stop treating him like he's a toy, like he doesn't have feelings. You know little next to nothing about him. I on the other hand do, and I'm the closest friend he has!"
"Pfft, come on Antonio. The boy is dirt poor. He was probably born in a backwater town of Mexico. I'm sure he's got some fighting spirit in him too, some violence, you know? Lovino I can understand at least. He's of the elite class, his father works closely with ours, and his wealth seems to continue onto infinity. Why would you want somebody like Manuel around, somebody who can't benefit us in any shape or form, somebody who's just here to serve us? He's a nobody, and he'll always be a nobody, so I don't understand why you insist on me leaving him the hell alone-"
"DON'T TALK ABOUT HIM LIKE HE DOESN'T MATTER!" Antonio exclaimed, his fists trembling. "He's a somebody to me! Manuel is friendly and optimistic, and yes he has a bad temper and is very proud, but I'm sure he can work on it! He always makes me laugh and he's taught me things I wouldn't have given any thought about before! He's lived a hard life, so don't you go and fucking make assumptions like that about him!"
"Hermanito, damn, why do you defend him so strong-"
"BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU DO FOR THE PERSON YOU LOVE!"
Fernando looked at his brother with wide eyes, genuine shock plastered on his face. Realizing what he said, Antonio immediately calmed down and looked at the ground, trying to understand what he just said.
"…you…love him?"
"…"
"Antonio? What's this about you loving him?" He chuckled. "Do you even realize who he is? You have Lovino. Don't tell me you don't love him anymore."
"…no, of course…of course I love Lovi."
"Then why did you justify your defense towards Manuel with you loving him?"
"Well…well he's my friend! Of course I love him!"
"I've tried hitting on your friends before and you've never gotten this vicious." Fernando laughed a bit. "Oh I can't believe this is happening. You seriously have fallen for one of your employees, the youngest and poorest of them all too! Holy shit this is unbelievable!"
Antonio was so deep in thought that he drowned out his brother's comments. He was very confused. He cared a lot about Lovino, but that's what scared him. He only just cared. He's known him for a long while, but ever since he met Manuel, he found himself laughing more, his smiles lingering for longer periods of time. He'd get upset when Lovino would accuse him of various misfortunes and try to put him down. He knew he was the jealous type, but he didn't think it was to this extent. Manuel did get him frustrated too at times, but he was easier to calm down and usually returned to his jovial composure after a few hours. He loved eating with him, learning from him, taking him to exquisite restaurants just to get a taste of the good life, to talk with him into the night until they both fell asleep on the couch. Maybe he really did…
"-tonio?"
The Spaniard blinked and looked at his brother. "What?"
"So do you love Manuel?"
The pause he took was too long.
"I…"
They both jerked as the door slammed open, revealing an angry Italian, an inferno of rage storming in his eyes.
"L-Lovi!" Antonio began. "It's nice to see-"
"CUT THE HORSESHIT ANTONIO AND EXPLAIN TO ME JUST WHAT THE FUCK WAS IT THAT I HEARD!"
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Since the beginning!" The fists that fell at his sides began to tremble. "I knew it. I fucking knew it. I knew that douchebag would steal you away from me!"
"He didn't do anything wrong!"
"Ever since I met him you've acted strangely, as in giving him more attention even though I was right here the whole damn time!"
"I didn't want him to feel neglected."
"Well I was feeling neglected!"
"Lovi-"
"Don't you Lovi me you bastard!" It was obvious to both Antonio and Fernando that the infuriated Italian was trying his hardest not to cry. "…why…? Why him…? He's not…he's not even…he doesn't even have a penny to his name or any influence whatsoever! How could you love somebody like him?!"
Antonio stood quiet for a few moments before responding. "Wasn't that the question you asked me the first time I said I loved you and that I wanted to be with you? You asked me how it was possible for another person to love you, and I quote, 'Somebody bitchy and rude like me, somebody who constantly acts like a jackass with you?' And do you remember what I said?"
Lovino stood quiet, Fernando watching from the background.
"I said that I saw past that, that you actually do care about other people. You're just selective about it, and in general you do what's right. You're cute and are loyal to the people close to your heart. All those things you thought weren't desirable, I still accepted them. That's how it is with Manuel. Yeah, he's pretty poor, he's got a bad temper and is probably the proudest person I know, even egotistical at times, but he also makes me laugh and he has a good heart. He works very hard and sticks to his principles. Plus, he's really cute. If you understood why I was able to love you, then…" He took a pause. "…why can't you understand why I'm able to love Manuel? Or does this only apply to the rich folk? Because if the answer is 'yes', then I guess you weren't the Lovi I thought you were. I would like to think that you were better than that."
Completely at a loss for words, Lovino glared at him, the tears running down his cheeks. "Your parents won't ever accept him! They'll kick you out and make sure you're left without a cent!"
"If that's the cost of loving somebody, then I'll pay the price."
Now it was Fernando's turn to be left speechless.
"How do you even know he loves you back?"
"I don't, but it never hurts to ask, right?"
"So what then? You're admitting that you love him?"
"Yes."
With a pained look, Lovino asked, "…so is this it or something? You want…you want to end our relationship? After a year and a half…?"
"…yes."
Antonio looked at him with a sympathetic expression. "It wouldn't be fair to you for me to continue engaging you in a romantic manner. Lovino, I still care about you." He put a hand on his shoulder. "I still love you. I'm just not…in love with you, not anymore."
Swallowing hard, Lovino swatted his hand away. "Fuck this shit. Fine, do whatever you want with your life. I can't tell you what to do, but don't expect that we can be friends after this you asshole!"
"Why?"
"Because…because I still love you that's why!"
"…I'm sorry Lovi. I really am…"
The Italian didn't stay to continue the argument. He left promptly on his heel and saw Manuel walking down the hallway with a tray of appetizers for the two Spanish brothers. "Ah," he began, trying not to sound like speaking with the wealthier man was a pain. "Are Antonio and Fernando in there?"
Lovino stood in front of him and glared hard at Manuel, the other looking completely confused. Noticing the tear stains on his cheeks, he asked, "Were you crying?"
"None of your fucking business you good for nothing HOMEWRECKER!" he shouted, flipping the tray of food from underneath him.
"Hey what the fuck?!"
"Clean it up! It's your damn job anyway!"
"You're the one who made the mess! What the hell is your problem?!"
"You're my problem!"
"Big surprise there! I'm your problem even though I didn't do anything to you!"
"Oh is that what you think?"
"Yes it is, and it's true!"
"Stupid Mexican."
"Call me a stupid Mexican one more damn time and this spoon is gonna be shoved so far up your ass-"
"You wouldn't hurt somebody from the highest rungs of the economic ladder."
"Does it look like I give a fucking shit whether or not somebody's got loads of cash? Answer: HELL TO THE FUCK NO."
Antonio ran over to them. "What is going on?!" he asked. Noticing the food scattered all over the place, he asked, "Manny-"
"It was your stupid-ass boyfriend that flipped the tray I was gonna bring you and your brother!"
"You were?"
"Well yeah! It's common courtesy to cater to the guests and since you weren't doing it, I took the initiative to do it myself! But as I was walking down the hallway here, este cabeza de mierda decided to spontaneously slap the tray outta my hands!"
Antonio looked at Lovino somewhat angrily. "There wasn't any reason for you to do that-"
"I don't fucking care anymore! You won't see me around this house in the future!" he shouted. Huffing past them, he descended the stairs, looking for the quickest route to the outside.
"Seriously, what was his problem?"
Fernando chuckled. "He's heartbroken and jealous."
"What? Why?"
"Antonio broke up with him."
Manuel wasn't sure how to react. "Eh?" He looked at his Spanish boss. "Why did you do that?"
"Go on hermanito, tell him."
Glaring at his older brother first, he looked at Manuel directly in the eyes and said, "I broke up with him because I didn't love him anymore, at least not in the way I used to."
"So what? Does that mean you've fallen for somebody else?" What insufferable prick is he head over heels for now? Ugh…
"Yes."
"Who, if you don't mind me asking?"
"…you."
"…what?" Oh, I'm the insufferable prick.
"It's sorta complicated ah ha…"
"Well I'll leave you two alone," Fernando said. "It's obvious I won't get anywhere now." He shrugged, walking in the same direction as Lovino had done moments earlier.
The young Mexican male didn't accuse him of lying. Obviously if Lovino was so upset and called him a homewrecker of all things, it had to be true. "You…what?"
"I love you Manny," he said plainly. "I think I've been in love with you since we met."
"That's dumb! Y-You can't fall in love the moment you meet somebody!"
"So you don't believe in love at first sight?"
"No! You have to get to know the person well enough to make that decision!"
"Well, you know me good enough, so my question to you is, are the feelings returned?"
Manuel's cheeks deepened in color. Antonio smiled. "Is that a yes?"
"I-I-I haven't even said anything!"
"Your stuttering and flushed face translates as 'yes'."
"You're so conceited thinking everyone loves you just because you're…well you!"
"And why would they love me, hmm?" he asked again, wrapping his arms around the other's waist, holding him close. Manuel tried to push him away with his hands.
"I don't fucking know!"
"You must have at least educated guesses ~"
"No I don't! You're stupid and oblivious as hell and you didn't even know what a thrift store was! And you think just because you're tall and Spanish and sexy that you can get anybody you want! And just because you're patient and compassionate and optimistic and understanding almost to a fault and even affectionate-well don't think that merits to me returning your feelings!"
"Was that a confession?" he laughed.
"No it wasn't you dumbass!" he shouted back, his face even redder. "I'm merely telling you what other p-people might see in you-"
"Just say you love me Manny."
"Wh-Why would I lie about something dumb like th-"
His eyes widened as Antonio kissed him, shutting him up and leaving him completely speechless. At first he struggled to get out of his embrace, but he soon forfeited as the taller man continued to kiss him lovingly, Manuel eventually closing his eyes as he returned the affection.
As Lovino had predicted, Antonio's parents weren't too thrilled with the news that their son loved a poor boy. He was in fact kicked out, but using the money Manuel had saved up, they were able to buy a very small apartment in the dirty city. The Spaniard had to get accustomed to his new job at a clothing boutique as well as the very tight budget Manuel had where frivolous spending was absolutely prohibited and coupons were a must. Every penny was saved and every sale was marked on the calendar. Though Antonio missed the luxuries of living large, he did his best to accommodate himself in the simplistic lifestyle he now led with Manuel, and he couldn't be happier.
His mother checked up on him about six months later and found him continuing to smile genuinely about his situation, telling her about his adventures of being a standard citizen. Knowing that her son would go to any length just to be with the humble Mexican boy, even to live a hard-working life without any financial assistance, she felt touched and even happy seeing her Antonio so joyful around this person. When she said his financial and social status would be restored, he said he didn't care and wanted to spend more time with Manuel in the apartment they both shared and worked so hard to keep. Eventually after three more months, his mother finally convinced him to move back into the mansion with his new love.
Lovino still came over whenever the Carriedos had parties as the Vargas family worked closely with them. He'd still get jealous whenever he saw Antonio fawning over Manuel but little by little he started to recover from the breakup. Though he still didn't like the Mexican, he was at least civil toward him whenever they met, for the most part anyway.
Antonio opened his eyes and found himself staring at the ceiling, the light from the television illuminating the room. Groggily he glanced around trying to remember what happened. Oh, we were watching a movie, right. He looked to his left and saw Manuel asleep, his head on his lap. Smiling he began to pet him, causing the other to wake.
"Mm…what are you doing?" he asked sleepily.
"Nothing. Just looking at you."
"…what time is it?"
"Ah…one in the morning I think."
"Madre de Dios we need to get some proper sleep."
"You wanna go to our room then to snooze?"
"Yeah…"
Slowly he got up as Antonio turned off the television. Manuel stood on his feet but was disoriented from his previous slumber. Smiling, Antonio scooped him up in his arms.
"Hey, what do you think-"
"Shush now mi vida. Let me just carry you, okay? You'll crash into things with the way you're walking."
"Hmm…whatever," he replied sleepily.
Carrying him up the flight of stairs, Antonio set Manuel down on the bed. Luckily for them they were already clothed in their nightwear, so the Spaniard pulled the covers over them both. Cuddling up next to his wife, he wrapped his arms around him, the other digging his face into his neck.
"You know what Manny?"
"Mm?"
"I'm really happy with our relationship. I know we fight sometimes, but overall I'm happy."
"…yeah, I'm happy too."
"Ha ha. Si es verdad, dame un beso chiquito ~"
"¿Porque me llama chiquito todo el tiempo?"
"¿No te puedo llamar asi?"
"No…"
"Andale, no seas malo. Es solamente un cariño."
"…pues, esta bien."
He cuddled him even further, Manuel managing a smile.
"¿Me amas Manuel?"
"Por supuesto que te amo. Te amo tanto que ay tiempos cuando no puedo comprenderlo."
"Yo tambien mi amor. Yo tambien."
He kissed him gently on the lips.
"¿Va estar con migo para siempre?"
"Si. ¿Y tu me vas a querer por toda la vida?"
Chuckling, he gave him another kiss. "Si."
There was a tranquil pause.
"…te amo Antonio."
"Te amo tambien Manuel, con todo mi corazón, toda mi alma, y con toda mi vida."
"Igualmente mi amor."
Sharing sweet good night kisses, they bid each other a pleasant sleep and slumbered off in each other's embrace.
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A/N: Woah, sorry about all that Spanish at the end there. I wanted to practice. Also forgive me for the typical positions in life I keep giving Manuel and Antonio in all my Spamex fics. I need to change this someday. I'll put up translations later. Ah, and as for Antonio's brother, just pretend he's like a jerkass alter ego of Toni since I don't wanna make Portugal a bad guy or anything. Anyway, hope you liked your fic Amy. c: