Lovino sighed, shoving the plate of pasta away from himself.
"Is fratello not hungry?" Lovino looked up to his younger brother Feliciano, and gave him a half hearted smile. He never smiled, but he couldn't help it when he was with his brother. "No, I'm just not hungry"
"Aah! But-! Fratello, you have to eat!" Feliciano insisted, standing up from his seat across the counter, slamming his hands on the table, flinching after he did so.
"Fratellino! I said I'm not hungry dammit! I'm going to take a seista." The elder brother mumbled, his caramel eyes still on the steaming plate of food.
"But-"
"No butt's fratellino" Lovino intturupted him, frowning slightly.
"Fratello has something on his mind, doesn't he?" Feliciano now wasn't letting Lovino speak, as he hurried around the table, cupping a hand over his brothers mouth. "You know, you have to tell me what's wrong sometimes Lovino. If you keep your thoughts hidden, how do you expect others to help you?"
"Go away fratello, we don't need to speak right now!" The elder Italian quickly swatted away his brothers hand, glaring at the younger sibling.
"Lovino... If you don't tell me... I'll ask Antonio." This seemed to get the older twin's attention. Smiling, Feliciano went on. "Now, unless you want big brother Antonio to start pestering you, tell me what happened. Right now."
"OkayfineyouwinIkissedhim." Lovino said, all too fast, his face burning red.
"Cosa...? I.. I didn't catch that Fratellone. I think I heard wrong..." Feliciano looked up at his older brother, confused. What was wrong with Kissing Antonio?
"I was drunk, okay? I didn't mean to kiss him! Antonio will be so pissed." Lovino tried to hold back his sobs, as he sat down.
"...Lovino... Tell me what happened." Feliciano insisted, as he rubbed his brothers shoulder supportively.
The elder Italian looked up at his brother, nodding. "Alright... W-well... It all happened a few days ago."
"Kesesese! What, are you scared of getting wet? Haha! You Italians are so weak!" There stood the Albino potato-bastard, laughing as though he heard the funniest joke. "Why don't you just jump in already?"
Lovino looked up to him, narrowing his gaze. "T-tsk, damn bastard, I just ate! I'm not going to jump in just like that!"
The Albino boy placed his hands on his hips, looking as though he was actually thinking. Lovino would have made a comment about that, but let it slide. "Wimp. I just ate my brothers lunch, and you don't see me sitting at the side of the pool watching as everyone else has fun!"
"Dammit Gilbert!" Lovino hissed, sitting up on the towel that he had been laying on previously. "I'll get in the god damn pool when I fucking well want to!" He snapped.
Gilbert looked a little surprised, wavering his hand, still having that smug look on his face. "Really?" He asked, his red eyes looking rather playful as he starts to advance on the Italian boy. "How about right now?"
"What the hell? Didn't I /just/ say that I didn't want to go in-?" He was cut off, when he was about to make a bunch of remarks about him being a german bastard, as Gilbert hauled him over his shoulder. "P-put me down you damn bastard!" Lovino sneered, his fists pounding on the others back.
"Kesesese! Nope~! Not until you get in the damn pool!" Not soon after Gilbert spoke, he threw the struggling Italian right into the pool. He shielded his face as water splashed at him, before he cannon balled right next to Lovino. "Haha! Dunked by the awesome me! Not so hard, was it?" The Albino asked, as Lovino appeared, sputtering the water.
"I...H-hate you... S-so fucking m-much right now." Lovino stuttered, his normally dark chestnut hair now looking as though it was shiny-black.
"Hehe, you'll forgive me when you swim with Antonio- Hey.. Where is he?" Gilbert looked back and forth, as he spotted his Spanish friend on the other side of the pool, with France leaning over and holding his gut, as Antonio rubbed his back saying things. He couldn't tell what they were saying, but it looked as though France was hurt or something. "HEY! TONI! WHAT'S UP WITH FRANCY-PANTS?" Gilbert yelled, cupping his hands over his mouth to be louder and more dramatic.
"Oh~ Aah, Francis got sick to his stomach when he went to the washrooms~ I think I need to take mi amigo to the nurse~! I bet he'll cheer right up knowing Kirkland is on duty." The Spanish man known as Antonio yelled back to his friend.
"Oh my god! Do you need some help? The awesome me will gladly come!" Gilbert said as he started to get out of the pool, only to have Antonio waver him away.
"No need! Francis only needs one person Amigo. C-could you maybe look after my little tomato~?" Antonio asked, motioning with one hand towards Lovino.
"H-hey, I'm n-not your fucking tomato!" Lovino interjected, folding his arms angerly across his chest, biting his lip as he sat on the edge of the pool.
"Alright, you can count on me Toni!" Gilbert said, saluting his friend.
"M...Merci~" The muttered voice of the blond named Francis could be heard, as he and Spain walked to the end of the backyard, going down the driveway to get into Francis's car.
"Well, I guess it's just you and me, chillen at Antonio's, huh?" Gilbert said as he turned to Lovino, with a grin.
"What-? Aw fuck. If I have to stay here with the likes of you, I'm going inside and watching TV." Lovino treated Antonio's house like it was his own, so why not waste the others money as well?
"Aaaw, your too embarrassed to be alone with the awesome me~? You've heard the rumors about the great five meters, huh?" Gilbert teased, as he swam over to Lovino, wrapping his arms around the others waist as he pulled him back into the water.
"The great 5 what?" Lovino croaked, his face turning red. "P-put me down!" He squirmed in the other's arms, but it seemed to be no use.
"YEAH! My 5 meters! I bet you want to see, buuuut~ I'm not like that. Antonio would have my head!" It took Lovino a few seconds to clue in to what Gilbert was talking about, instantly shoving his hands on his chest to push him aside.
"H-hell no! Like I'd want to see another man's cazzo!" Lovino huffed, his face now burning red.
"What..? Antonio hasn't made a move on you yet?" Gilbert blinked, looking at Lovino with great curiosity, pinning him on the side of the pool. "Tell me moore~ He hasn't claimed you? Invaded you?"
"S-shut u-up you s-stupid p-potato eating BASTARDO!" Lovino hissed, looking away, trying to hide his blushing face.
"Or maybe he has? Aaawwww, Loviiinooo~ Are you too afraid?" Gilbert smirked, poking one of Lovino's red cheeks.
"T-tsk, a-afraid? Afraid of what? South Italy is afraid of NOTHING!"
"...Then kiss me. Right here, right now." Gilbert said, his expression never changing.
"C-cosa? W-why the hell would I kiss the likes of you?" Lovino croaked. He was now sure he was red from head to toe.
"Because I'm awesome? Plus~! It would prove your not a scardy pants. But, if you don't kiss me, it'd prove you were a cowering Italian who was afraid to kiss a b-" Gilbert was silenced as Lovino's fingers curled in his hair, smashing their lips together in a heated kiss. Gilbert didn't mind this, he was actually taking it all in, taking advantage of this kiss, letting his tongue wander through parted lips, earning him a surprised look from the Italian. Gilbert was actually surprised himself when the Italian actually opened his mouth further, closing his eyes as he let Gilbert kiss him. He looked so cute when he was blushing like this, and not trying to kick him!
"So, Fratello and Gilbert made out?" Feliciano asked, tilting his head. "But we kiss all the time~ Antonio doesn't get mad~"
"...Fratello. A brotherly kiss that I try to shove you away from, and this kind of kiss, are a different thing" Lovino said, poking his brothers forehead.
"Oh? How so Lovi~?" Feliciano asked, a cute look on his face as he looked at his brother.
"Well... It wasn't just a kiss, and then everything went back to normal." Lovino coughed, turning away from his brother. "I'm sure you can figure out what I'm talking about fratello. You and the German-bastard must do it all the time."
"OOOH! You mean he tied your shoes for you~?" Lovino turned around, glaring at his brother. Was he that stupid?
"Do I have to fucking spell it out for you?" He asked, placing his hands on his hips, watching as his brother nodded his head vigerously.
"Si si! I want to know fratello~! I want to know EVERY LITTLE DETAIL~!" He was doing this on purpose. Wasn't he? Feliciano isn't as innocent as he looked...
"Fine fine... I'll tell you what happened..."
Lovino was the first to pull away, looking as flustered as ever. "Ha... W-who's a wimp now?"
"Still you" Gilbert said, trying to piss Lovino off by licking his lips off from the spit that had split between them.
"E-ew! Why the hell did you just do that?" Lovino croaked, and unlike Gilbert, used his arm to wipe away the warm saliva.
"To piss you off. You know, your kinda cute when your like this." The Albino noted, pinching the others cheek only to get his hand slapped away. "What do you say we finish this inside?"
"Why the fuck do you want to go inside?" Lovino rose as eyebrow, looking at the man curiously.
"... Your a virgin, aren't you?" Gilbert's grin grew wider as the Italian's face basically turned scarlet red, as he stared at the German in embarrassment. "KESESE! I WAS RIGHT! Wasn't I~?"
"L-l-Like h-hell y-you were!" Lovino hissed, turning around as he grabbed the edge of the pool, hauling himself up. "N-now, if you don't mind, I-I'm going in to watch s-some television. ALONE!" Lovino scooped up his towel, drying himself off as quickly as he could. He heard Gilbert also coming out from the pool, as he quickly wrapped the towel around himself. "F-fuck off!" Lovino spat, as he hurried into Antonio's house, closing the door behind him. He looked for something to block the door with, since Antonio didn't have locks on his door, and he came up fruitless. "Cazzo." He mumbled, turning. It wouldn't be as bad as he thought. He was just over exaggerating, right?
"Lovino..." Gilbert opened the back door, slowly walking inside. "Hey- How about the awesome me make us some snacks?"
"Cosa?" Lovino turned to Gilbert. He was still dripping wet, and he had a real smile on his face. "T-tsk, why the hell would I want to eat your food, potato-eater?"
"Aah... Back to the name calling. Well, Toni taught me how to make churros a few weeks ago! I wanted to try making some!"
"I bet you forget the recipie already" Lovino placed his hands on his hips, having a smug grin on his face.
"...Shut up." Gilbert huffed, starting to walk forwards, but Lovino held out his arm and stopped him. "Vhat?"
"You are not coming in here dripping wet."
"Would you prefer I ran around butt-naked?" Gilbert reached down, sliding his thumbs into the band of his swim trunks to show how serious he was.
"N-no! Don't you dare take those off! Damn idiot!" Lovino sneered, punching the others shoulder. "I really don't want to see your fucking cazzo!"
"Suuure you don't. Everyone wants a bit of this." Gilbert gestured to himself, a smug grin on his face. "Eh~? Eh~?"
"Hell no" Lovino huffed, as he walked past Gilbert, shoving him to the side, trying to hide the fact he was slightly turned on by this. He could actually feel his swim trunks starting to get uncomfortable, as he shifted the towel on his waist. He really hoped Gilbert wouldn't notice.
"Aaw, your so mean Lovi!" Gilbert cooed, wavering his hands.
"Shut up, you sound like the damn tomato bastard." Lovino sneered, as he sat down on the couch, snatching the remote.
"Why do you always refer to people as bastards?" Gilbert was curious, as he sat down next to the elder Italian carefully wrapping his arm around the other, pulling him closer. Luckily, it seemed Lovino was concintrated on something else, so he took no notice to Gilberts sneaky arm.
"Because your all bastards!" Lovino pouted, folding his arms across his chest.
"Well, maybe you just need to lighten up." Gilbert whispered, leaning forwards and pressing a kiss to Lovino's cheek. The only reaction he got from that was a blush, and the Italian shifting to the side. It was good enough for him. "Come on Lovino~ How about you open yourself up a little bit?"
"What the hell do you mean?" The Italian asked, turning to face Gilbert.
"Mmm..." Gilbert played with his fingers, smiling softly. "I'll show you, how does that sound?" Before he let the Italian answer, Gilbert took Lovino's chin, leaning forwards and pecking the man's lips. When Lovino didn't hit him, Gilbert pushed him down onto the couch, laying carefully ontop of him capturing his lips once more. He was actually quite surprised when the Southern Italian had wrapped his arms around the man's neck, as Gilbert's wandering hand felt every inch of the boy, wandering up and down his chest, across his arm, sneakily down his back, as his fingers slipped easily into the back of the elder Italian's swim trunks.
"Ch-chigi!" Lovino yelped, breaking the sweet kiss, his face flushed red as he seemingly glared at Gilbert. "W-what the hell are you doing? G-get your h-hand out of there p-pervert!"
"Come on Lovi, after all this is over, you'll be wishing you hadn't been so quick to shove the awesomeness away." Gilbert said smirking, as he used his other hand to wrap the boys legs around his waist.
"N-no... W-we're on /Antonio's/ couch god dammit-!" Lovino huffed, his blush becomming more intense as his swim trunks were removed, as he tried to hide himself.
"So? Not like he'll care, or notice. He's with France right now anyways. No one's going to stop us." Gilbert pointed out, as he slipped a finger in Lovino.
"I-It's s-still not right!" Lovino said, as he started to squirm, making a face of discomfort. He felt so bad, to be so turned on by this. He knew Gilbert knew he was too, because he had that smirk on his face which just said 'Haha, I win!'
"Just stay still and enjoy it~ I wont tell Antonio if you don't..."
Feliciano nodded, seeming to understand where Lovino had been coming from. "Ooh.. I see fratello..." The younger brother placed a hand on the elder's back, giving him a comforting pat. "So, you lost your virginity to Antonio's best friend?"
Lovino blushed, shaking his head rapidly. "D-don't say it like that stupido!"
Feliciano smiled, as he gave his brother a reasurring hug. "It's okay fratellone. I'm sure things will work out in the end, si?" He kissed his brothers cheek, getting swatted away. "Plus, we could always ask Ludwig-"
"I am /NOT/ turning to the damn potato bastard-! I-I'll figure this out myself! I shouldn't have even told you dammit!" Lovino hissed, as he peeled himself away from his brother, trying to storm upstairs. He was glad Feliciano didn't follow him, but what he didn't know was, the only reason Feliciano hadn't, was because there was a knock at the door.