entered Afonso's room with a grin, calling out loudly. "Hermanooo~! I got you breakfast! You better get up or we're gonna be laate~!"

(Obviously for hermano <3 )

The Spaniard smiled brightly and plopped on the bed beside his brother, opening the bag. "I got churros and some of those egg-tarts you

really like! Come ooon, bro, get uup~!" Moving to jump on the other to get him up, Antonio paused. Afonso's long hair was away from his

neck, and the Spaniard spotted the decently sized mark from before. "...Ehhh, bro, did you get beat up?"

The Spaniard blinked, then poked the mark. If it wasn't a bruise, then it had to be... ".....Hermaaaanooo~ " You shouldn't trust that kind

of voice.

Antonio grinned brightly, looking for all the world like a teenage girl. "So who is it, huuuh? Hermano, you're supposed to tell me if you

go out with a pretty lady!"

((I'm darn tootin pretty ;D /shot ))

(/lowers gun 8D)

"Hermano's got a giiiirlfriend, hermano's got a giiirlfriend~" Sang the Spaniard, teasing, then smiled, taking one of the churros out and

biting down on it. "Ahahah, I am so prooud~!"

Antonio laughed jovially and finished the churro, hopping off of the bed. "Love is such a beautiful thing, no~? Well, unless it was just

a...ah, how do they say, a hookup? Then it would be not so much love as la pasíon!"

That would be the Italian coffee he'd bought keeping him awake. Espresso was wonderful. Antonio pouted. "That's not an answeer~"

Bro was so unhappy, sometimes. The Spaniard frowned and tugged on the covers, trying to pull them off, "Hermano! You shouldn't be so down!"

He blinked. Afonso snapped at him? Something was really wrong. Antonio's voice softened and he sat down beside his brother on the bed.

"...Hermano, you know if...you need to tell me anything, you can, si? I'm always here for you.~"

He smiled, grabbing his brother's hands. "And we're brothers and stuff--and you're always helping me, and I wanna help you!"

Antonio nodded, squeezing his hands. "...IF you say so, hermano..." It didn't mean he wouldn't still worry though.

Standing up, Antonio cleared his throat, then smiled brightly--it was a Carriedo ability to hide anything under a grin. "Well--enjoy your

natales, si? See, I can say it in Portuguese now, too! Ahaha~"

"I'll go start up the car, okay? We're gonna be late." The head of PR fixed his tie and smiled, dashing out of the door.

Still worrying over the other, Antonio turned on his yellow convertible, sitting back in the front seat. Searching his phone, the Spaniard

tried to figure out how to make a voice recording...he could at least leave his brother a cheer up charm for later!

Figuring it out, he chirped his usual sparkle-worthy cheer up charm into the phone, then set it to send around noon or so. Proud of himself,

Antonio honked the horn, grinning like an idiot.

The Spaniard turned on the radio and pulled out of the driveway, singing along quietly. "Don't worry, it'll be fine~"

(( /so amused. ))

"Sure it will! You just gotta keep smiling." chirped Antonio as they slowed to a stop at a stoplight--he turned to his brother, smiling.

"It helps me get through all my bad days~! "