Hello, this is my first fan fiction so I would truly appreciate any feedback, thanks.
Chapter 1: Misplaced Trust
"I'm trusting you with this, it is very important to-. Are you even listening to me!?" Arthur asked as he fixed his stern gaze on the man he was going to trust with his personal belongings while he was away for the weekend.
"Of course I'm listening, what else would I do other than listen to you drone on?" Lovino said in a bored fashion as he yawned and stood up from the couch he had been sitting on.
Arthur looked at the Italian and bitterly, wondering why no one else would help him in his predicament, and why of all people, Lovino agreed to do him this favor.
Lovino saw him staring and yelled, "Why are you staring at me!?" Arthur jumped in surprise to the sudden hostility.
"Just wondering what you're motive is in helping me, that's all," Arthur said, straightening his jacket.
"I personally don't like being near my brother when that potato eating bastard is around. You'd think he could find a better person to have a crush on, honestly!" Lovino said angrily, crossing his arms.
"Oh, I see," Arthur responded awkwardly.
"Whatever," Lovino replied gruffly, "just show me the rest of the house so I can get rid off you already."
"Right," Arthur led Lovino into the last room of the house, "This is my magic room," Arthur made a sweeping motion with his arm. The room was dark with drawings on the ground, candles in the corners, bookshelves overflowing, a plush chair by the door with a black cloak hanging off the side, and a small table in the center of the room with Arthur's most prized possession: his book of black magic. Lovino burst into a storm of laughter. Arthur turned to him red-faced and said, "Laugh it up now you mangy git, but when evil spirits are trying to suck out your soul don't look for me to save you!"
"Whatever, Harry Potter," Lovino replied.
"I take that as a compliment you know!" Arthur spat. Lovino shrugged and was about to sit in the comfy looking chair by the door when Arthur screamed, "Don't you dare sit in that chair, I cannot be investigated for another mysterious death!" Lovino stared at him, wide eyed and halfway to the chair, for a good minute before throwing up his arms and moving aside, not in the mood to argue with the lunatic. Arthur was relieved at Lovino's silence and continued to point out all the things he couldn't touch, which was pretty much everything. Arthur never noticed Lovino eyeing the black book on the center table.
"What's that book on the table?" Lovino finally asked.
"Huh? Oh, that's my black magic book, don't ever touch it, let alone read it. It's very powerful and dangerous," Arthur explained with an awe filled wonder.
Arthur led Lovino back out into the hallway and to the front door. "Well if you don't need anything else, I'll be going now," Arthur grabbed his keys and was halfway out the door when Lovino stopped him.
"Why am I watching your house again?" Lovino asked, realizing it was the first time the question occurred to him.
"Because last time I left the house alone Alfred broke in and rearranged everything," Arthur replied. Lovino rolled his eyes and pushed Arthur out, slamming the door behind him.
Lovino walked to the living room, plopped down on the couch, and turned in the TV. Lovino tried desperately, but couldn't seem to focus on the program he was watching. Instead, his mind kept wandering back to the black book in Arthur's "magic room". He remembered what Arthur said about it, but that just made Lovino more curious. Eventually, he turned off the TV and went back into Arthur's "magic room". He walked over to the table and fingered the book.
One part of Lovino wanted nothing to do with it, but another, stronger part of him wanted to read it and see what Arthur's fuss was about. He opened the book carefully, and flipped through the pages. He stopped on a page scrawled with writing and a picture of a cloaked and hooded man. The writing on the page was in a different language, Latin, by the looks of it. Lovino thought back once more to Arthur's warning, but and odd pulling sensation came over him, and he read the words aloud without ever realizing it.
Sorry if it's too short or whatever, i hate getting into detail about places. This is going to be a really long story, but I personally think it gets better from here. Shipping comes in a few chapters, but it's really subtle.
Thanks for reading.