SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 15

Today was Christmas morning, Lovino and Antonio woke up around the same time and joined everybody else in the main room. Ludwig was telling everybody what they should prepare.
"Okay, Canada you start the turkey and ham, America you make the sides, and Veneziano and bruder you two can start dessert."
Arthur walked up.
"Should I help America?"
Alfred looked at his small English lover and kissed his forehead.
"I think it's best that you stay out of the kitchen, Iggy."
The English man pouted a little bit, then kissed his lover lightly and sat next to Antonio.
"Good morning, where's Mr. Romano?"
"I think he's in there with Veneziano. Oh! By the way, feliz navidad England."
"Merry Christmas, Spain."
They hugged slightly like friends would and turned on the T.V. Absolutly nothing but Christmas specials, so Antonio just shrugged and chose any random one.
"Dammit Prussia!!"
Antonio and Arthur looked in the kitchen and noticed it was Roderich yelling at Gilbert.
"Germany, your bruder is such a child."
Ludwig sighed and pushed Gilbert of the kitchen. The Spanish man glanced over at the German albino.
"What happened?"
"I was just trying to have a little fun, but Austria had to be a baby about it."
Roderich's voice came from the kitchen.
"I heard that."
"Don't care."
Antonio just laughed and moved over a little so Gilbert could sit with him and Arthur. Meanwhile,in the kitchen, Lovino was now making dessert with Feliciano since Gilbert got thrown out. The older Italian was always the impatient type and tried to hurry with chopping strawberries but ended up slicing his finger open.
"Fuck!"
The Spanish man heard the Italian scream and ran in the kitchen.
"What happened?"
Feliciano looked up at Antonio.
"He cut his finger open, pretty deep too.''
Lovino took and wash cloth and wrapped it around his finger.
"I'm fine."
The Spanish man kissed the Italian's forehead.
"I'll help him finish, okay?"
"Okay..."
Lovino left and joined Arthur and Gilbert on the couch. The English man noticed his boss's finger.
"Mr. Romano, are you okay? What happened?"
"I cut my finger, no big deal."
"If you say so..."
Lovino noticed concern in Arthur's face and got curious. 'Why does everybody all of a sudden care deeply for me? I swear if Antonio told them to, he's doomed...' Much later, everything was finally done and their Christmas dinner could finally start. Of course, like every year, Lovino said a few words about how this year went.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this year was by far the best we've ever had. I know it's the best I've ever had. Despite being almost beaten to death by Ivan Braginski, this year was fantastic and it is all thanks to Spain. Buon natale, Spain. Grazie for saving our ass."
Antonio smiled while everybody else thanked him. The Italian sat back down and was automatically hugged by Antonio.
"Feliz navidad, amor."
Lovino smiled at his older lover and kissed him slightly. Alfred looked at the others and rubbed his hands together.
"Let's eat, I'm 'bout starved."
The others laughed and started to eat as well. At this moment, Lovino was the happiest man alive. Antonio brought him out of his shell and closer to his Mafia. He owed him everything and he felt like he didn't deserve anything that he's done for him. Not just Antonio, what the whole Mafia had done for him.
''Everybody..."
They turned to face their boss.
''Grazie, for everything. You guys are more than my Mafia, you guys are my family. I don't deserve everything you do for me, I owe all everything..."
Alfred smiled.
"You don't us a thing, we want to do everything for you... We love you boss!"
The Italian never thought he'd ever hear that, he started to tear up, got out of his chair and hugged every last one of them.
"G-Grazie..."
Nobody had ever seen him like this, but they liked it. They knew their boss cared. Feliciano turned to his brother.
"Ti amo, fratello."
The older Italian held his brother tight and didn't want to let go, but did so he could eat.
"Thanks to all of you, this is the best Christmas ever.''