We're socially handicapped, so we'll start a club.
Lovino slammed his head on the wall, annoyed.
"Not to say that this is the worst idea you've ever had, Feliciano, but..." He looked over to his brother. "This is the shittiest idea ever."
Feliciano rolled his eyes, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from the computer. "Could you shut up for, like, five minutes? I'm making out with my boyfriend." He looked back to the screen, not bothering to wipe the drool from his mouth. "Oh, Ludwig..."
Lovino growled, looking back to the door and kicking it. Why was his brother such a damn pervert?!
...well, its not like he was any better.
The two brothers, Lovino and Feliciano Vargas, were two of the most scariest people back in middle school. Lovino was a troublemaker - Always getting into fights and was a general asshole to everyone he laid eyes on, which naturally put people off. Feliciano, however, could've very well been mistaken for someone with a lot of friends. Smart, charming, and handsome, Feliciano could easily get what he wanted just by batting his eyelashes and striking a seductive pose. However, Feliciano was well known for stalking others, especially men. Back in 6th grade, he developed an unhealthy obsession with the school's SGA President, Ludwig Beilschmidt. It got to the point where he had a collection of Ludwig; photos, school supplies he had stolen from the German's backpack, and even his trash and leftover food adorned his room like decorations.
So, on a whim, Feliciano came up with the idea to start W Academy's Club for the Socially Unadept, where lonely people got together to try and create successful, fulfilling lives. The club's attendance, however, was lacking. No one came.
Feliciano sighed, closing the computer and massaging his brother's shoulders. "Lovi, you're so stressed~!" He dragged him over to the plush red comforter, pushing him down and sitting in his lap. "Here, let your fratello help..." He started massaging his shoulders and sides, making the older loosen up.
"U-Um, am I interrupting something?!" A rough German accent could be detected.
Both boys looked up, seeing a blonde, muscular man with a flyer crumpled up in his hand. Feliciano's eyes widened as he paled, immediately getting off of Lovino and coughing awkwardly. "I...um...well, you see..."
Lovino walked over to the German, grabbing him by the tie and pulling him close. "Ugh, how disgusting." He grimaced. "You smell like sausages and beer." Ludwig blushed darkly, pushing him off and hiding his red blush in his hands. Feliciano backhanded Lovino, giving him a death glare.
"Don't ruin this for me!" He hissed through his teeth, turning to Ludwig with a smile and pointing to the paper in his hand. "Is that one of our flyers?" Ludwig nodded, trying not to stare at Feliciano as his face got indisputably darker.
"Y-Yes. I'm here to inquire about your club and its purpose." He bit his lip. "Wait, no! That's not what I'm here for! I'm here to join the club!" He got onto his knees, bowing. "Please let me join!"
"A potato bastard like you?! No wa-" Lovino's mouth was covered by Feliciano's hand, who kept a tight grip on his arm.
"We would love to have you!" Feliciano gave him a charming grin, hiding his true nature from his expertly.
Ludwig smiled shyly, getting up. "Y-You will?! Danke!" He held out his hand for him to shake. "I-I'm Ludwig." Feliciano shook his hand vigorously, cherishing the moment. "Feliciano Vargas; nice to meet you!" He looked over to Lovino, who was pouting. "Oh, and that's just my brother."
Ludwig held out his hand for him to shake, before Lovino smacked it away. "Don't touch me!" Ludwig took a step back, teary eyed. "S-Sorry!" He whimpered.
"Hola! Is this the right place?"
This time, a tan Spaniard walked into the club room, holding up his flyer and scratching his head. Lovino arched an eyebrow; this guy seemed a little too normal to be normal. Snapping back into reality, he looked up to him with an icy stare and gave him a curt nod, before being shoved into the wall. "W-What the hell, bastardo?!"
"Are you single?!" The man asked hopefully. Lovino struggled in his grip with a feral snarl; not one sane person showed up! "Let go of me, Spanish creep!"
The man realized what he was doing and let go. "Oh, where are my manners? Mi nombre es Antonio. And you are~?"
He growled, pushing him away. "Lovino, and I don't speak Spanish, you piece of trash."
"Oh, Lovi~" He whispered into his ear, nibbling the lobe. "You're asà luchadora. I'm into that." Lovino gagged, pushing him away. "What do you want, pervert?!"
"Oh, right~!" He turned to the other two men, who were both paralyzed in shock. "I want to join your club!"
"No way in hell, you sad sack of shit." Antonio whimpered in pleasure, looking up to the Italian lustfully. Lovino gave him an uppercut to the neck, kicking him to the floor. He gasped, moaning wantonly with a sick, perverted grin. "Lovi, por favor, punch me again~! Make me feel it!"
After hours of fighting - rather, Lovino fighting and Antonio achieving orgasm - Feliciano stopped them, and allowed Antonio into the club, much to Lovino's dislike.
An hour later, no one else showed up, so Feliciano started the meeting.
"Hello, fellow members!" He smiled at the three men; Ludwig was taking notes on Feliciano's presentation while Antonio continued to try and sneak inappropriate touches onto Romano. "We've all come here for the sole purpose of making friends. I'm positive that we'll soon be the most popular guys in school! Grazie for joining~!"
Ludwig clapped at the end; he seemed to be the only one with enough decency to pay attention.
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