Hello everyone, it's Tsabaku (who let you enter in the manor again)! Finally, I made progresses in the translation of Hallelujah with the great help of my friend Shanrae (who currently doesn't have a fanfiction account). I hope this first chapter will be good. And please, English is not my first language and I will apreciate any form of correction! Thank you!
By the way, one chapter per week, is it good for you? I hope so!
Lovino sighed heavily, trying to ignore the two people that were following him from a distance. The day was drawing to an end, he was tired and couldn't wait to get back home. Yet, the calvary he was already enduring was going to last for the rest of the evening, since his brother and his lover seemed to want to spend a long time together. Feliciano and Antonio's relationship never had been this good, walking back hand in hand, Lovino following them far behind each evening, for now three months. Today, the Italian had hoped to get ahead of them, but even with the few meters separating them, he could still hear the Spanish serenades Antonio was singing to his little brother.
"Would you two shut up?", spit the young man to the other two.
"Oh Lovino, don't be in such a bad mood", Feliciano kindly answered.
Rolling his eyes, he offered himself a moment to calm down. Finally catching sight of the house he shared with his parents and brother, he ran, so he could lock himself in his room as soon as possible, to finish his homework. In fact, he never opened his notebooks a Friday night, it was only an act to stay away from the happy couple. Angrily, he opened the door, quickly took off his shoes and sneaked into the kitchen. Meanwhile, Feliciano and Antonio reached home. The Italian, faster than his boyfriend quickly headed toward the kitchen, being the cook when the parents were absent, which was common for the Vargas. Dodging his brother, Lovino rushed to the stairs that were heading to the first floor, where his room happened to be. But in his hurry, a hand grabbed his wrist to stop him. He vividly turned around, to see Antonio, staring at him with his green eyes, immediately making Lovino uncomfortable.
"Lovino Romano Vargas, you seem to be in a rush", said Antonio, amused.
"Don't use my full name, I hate it when you do that. Plus, it's none of your business, you rotten tomato!"
The Spaniard's smile wavered before reappearing, a growing uneasiness growing between them. Lovino jerked out of his grip before running to his room, where he locked himself until supper. He sighed while he dropped his bag on the floor, before slouching on his bed. Brows furrowed, he took in his arms his tomato shaped cushion which buried his head in. Once again he goofed up and hurt Antonio, the horrible thought about himself making him bite the cushion. He had to forget it, he had to be mean, that's what he could do best. Being like Feliciano wasn't in his line, he wouldn't have make a good partner for the Spaniard.
"Forget it, Lovino", he muttered to himself. "It's too late, now. You abandoned him and let Feliciano have him. It's not the moment to regret."
The young man always had a crush on Antonio. Unfortunately, his little brother too fell for him. Lovino remembers well the night when Feliciano had been insisting on him, but that was only the beginning. Because after, he asked him if it would bother him if he went out with Antonio.
A weird question, isn't it? But it was rather normal for the two brothers, since they shared everything. Feliciano was aware of Lovino's interests for Antonio, and candid like he was, he had to ask Lovino if he could frequent him. It only took seconds for Lovino to think of the answer, he never thought the situation would turn out like this. He was hiding his shyness behind a wall that only Antonio could tear down, but Lovino was too persisting, and seeing that the Spaniard was way more interested in his brother, he let go of him. He sighed heavily when he heard Feliciano finally calling him for supper. Lovino stood up and walked down the stairs to kitchen. Antonio was already sitting at the table, playing with his utensils.
"Stop being so childish!", muttered the Italian impatiently.
Antonio only smiled, making Lovino blush. He tried to hide his red cheeks by putting his hands on them, as Feliciano arrived with steaming plates, full of Bolognese pastas. They started to eat calmly, the two lovers talking to each other, putting Lovino aside. He didn't care at all, but he was still feeling gloomy. He grumbled when he saw Feliciano feed Antonio, he just couldn't wait for the evening to end.