Savoring Saccharine
Disclaimer: I, sadly, don't own Hetalia in anyway.
Chapter 1: Roomies
Lovino sat on the couch flipping through the TV channels trying to find something good to watch but coming up empty handed.
"There's fucking nothing on," he groaned, sinking deeper into the couch.
He wondered where Feliciano had gone off to, he hadn't seen the blithe boy all day, but then again it was only 10:00 am. "Oh well, like I give a damn," the boy snorted as he watched the Spanish movie that had started merely seconds ago.
Light flooded the some-what dark room as the back door opened up, allowing the sunlight to seep through. "Oh, fratello, you're awake," Feliciano's voice greeted with a smile, dirt covering his hands and clothes. He must have been outside gardening before it got to hot or something.
"If you track mud in here I'll kick you in the nuts so many times you'll never be able to have kids," Lovino threatened causing Feliciano to pout.
"Why is brother always so mean?" He whined, taking off his dirty shirt and wiping his hands on it before walking back inside, the sun's warm rays once again being forced out of the small house.
Lovino ignored the boy's whines and continued to watch the movie.
Feliciano soon stopped fussing and joined his brother on the tan sofa. "What's this about?" He asked with a smile. Lovino shrugged and turned the volume up some. "Haven't you been watching it? If you've been watching it then you should know what it's about right? I always know what a movies about if I'm watching it," he interrogated with a nod to himself.
"Fucking shit Feliciano, it just started so shut the hell up," Lovino yelled becoming rather annoyed with his twin. If he had known what it was about he would have told him. The last thing he wanted to do was sit on the couch for five minutes listening to Feliciano rant on about how he should know what was going on.
Feliciano's bottom lip began to quiver and tears built up behind those golden eyes just waiting to be released. "Why are you so mad today? Did I mess up again?" He asked as those tears finally slid down his soft cheeks. Lovino let out a soft sigh before turning to his brother to assure him that he wasn't really the cause of his foul mood.
"I'm sorry Feli, I'm not really mad at you. I have an appointment today with Kiku and I really don't feel like going, not to mention some guy followed me home last night." Lovino explain, rubbing his temples trying desperately to rid his-self of the headache that was coming on. Feliciano sniffled and wiped his tears away before moving closer to his twin.
"Are you okay, Fratello?" Feliciano asked with a worried face.
"Of course I am, I beat the shit out of him and the bastard ran away," Lovino said with a cocky laugh.
"Well, do you want me to go with you to your appointment? Kiku was so kind the last time you let me go and I'll get to see Ludwig again," Feliciano stated his face lighting up at the German's name while Lovino's turned green. He hated that German potato eating bastard with every once in his being.
"You're not allowed anywhere near that potato fucker," Lovino dictated with a bitter, disgusted glare. The latter didn't argue, for there was no point, and simply nodded his head in agreement. Lovino sat up and let out a yawn. "You can come if you want but you better not say any stupid shit," he emphasized, turning off the TV. Feliciano jumped up with joy and hugged his brother tight.
"Grazie fratello," he chirped a huge grin on his face. Lovino rolled his eyes and pushed him away.
"Yeah, whatever. Just make sure you're ready or else I'm leaving your ass. You have an hour," he instructed the boy as he made his way to the stairs. "I'm going to go take a shower. Don't fuck anything up," he warned, fading up the stairs.
Antonio groaned as he sat up, a sharp pain piercing through his back and the vivid sunlight blinding him.
"Where am I?" He queried looking around. He appeared to be in an alleyway, a shattered whiskey bottle to his left and an unconscious homeless man to his right. A frown formed on his chapped lips as the smell of rotting fish met his nose.
Just great.
Once again, he had lost control of himself and woke up in some grotesque place. He'd rather wake up at Francis' house naked again than here. Well…maybe not. Waking up at Francis' house was very uncouth and honestly, this wasn't the worst place he'd ended up. He could still remember the day he woke up to find himself in the city's drainage tunnels. Although they were dry, he found spiders crawling on him which made it one of the worst places he'd ever been.
Letting out a sigh, he searched himself for his phone and checked the time, 10:45 a. read. "Shit I have an appointment at 11:15," he fretted. Thirty minutes was not enough time for him to get home, take a shower, get dressed and drive there. Hell, the drive alone took a good twenty minutes unless Gilbert was driving (which he wouldn't be).
Regretting his choice to check the time, Antonio punched in the number of the one person he could always count on. After four rings, he picked up. "Bonjour mon ami," Francis greeted with a yawn.
"Buenos días amigo, can you come get me?" Antonio asked with a slight frown. He listened to the noises in the background; he could hear Francis' TV but couldn't tell what he was watching.
"Well, I was in the middle of watching Nip/tuck but I'm going to take a guess and say that you are in some weird place and need me to come save you," Francis replied, Antonio could practically hear his smile.
"Sí," the Spaniard said softly, a bit embarrassed at how easily Francis had figured out the situation. Did it really happen that much? Was he always in need of "saving" that often?
"I'll be there soon, let me throw some clothes on," chortled the blonde. "Oh, where are you?" He asked after a moment of thought. Antonio stood and jaunted to the end of the alleyway to see the street sign.
"523 Landel Road, I think I see the Sonne Café," he answered walking closer to the said place. "Yeah, I'll wait there for you," he added once he got a good look at it.
"Okay that's not that far, I'll be there in five," Francis replied before hanging up.
Antonio let out a sigh of relief and entered the small café. He sat at one of the empty tables and watched out the window for his friend.
"Here you go sir, one caramel macchiato," a woman noted a few minutes later as she sat down the espresso.
Puzzled, Antonio declined the order. "Uh no, I think you have the wrong table, I didn't order anything," he said offering a smile. She returned the smile.
"It's on the house. You look like you could use it… and some bandages," she replied scooting the drink towards him. Antonio looked down at the hot drink and smiled more.
"Gracias," he paused and looked at her name tag. "Elizaveta, is that German?" He asked curiously. The woman chuckled and shook her head of descending soft, tawny coils.
"Its Hungarian but you were closer than most people," she giggled.
"I never would have guessed that," Antonio said with a laugh. He was rather fond of her name.
Elizaveta; it wasn't one you heard every day.
"Um, do you mind if I ask how you got so beaten up?" she questioned as she examined his afflictions. Antonio rubbed the back of his neck and bit his lip in uncertainty. Elizaveta quickly noticed his hesitation and rued her intrusiveness. "Never mind, it's none of my business," she vocalized, piercing through the fog of tension.
"I'm sorry, it's just a long story," he disclosed. Elizaveta smiled and sat down across from him.
"We aren't too busy at the moment so I've got time," she assured him and looked around the small place, only five people were there at the moment. But just as Antonio opened his mouth to speak, the bells on the door jingled and in walked Francis.
"I'm sorry but I have to go, we'll have to continue this some other time. Thank you for the drink though" Antonio chirped with a smile. Elizaveta stood and smiled at him.
"Next time don't come in so beaten up." Antonio laughed and nodded.
Francis grinned as Antonio approached him. "I see you were able to keep yourself entertained while waiting for me," he commented with a laugh, or as Gilbert called it, his creeper call. Antonio smiled and nodded, completely oblivious to what the Frenchman meant.
"Sí, she's very nice and made my day a lot better," replied Antonio as he got into Francis' small blue bug.
"I'm sure she did, Ohonhonhon."
"Amigo, you need to get a new car," he added as Francis started the engine.
The blonde sent him a look that told him he was out of his mind. "My car is fabulous. All the girls love it~ and the guys too," Francis boasted, turning the radio on
"Francis, my Jeep could flatten your car in three seconds," responded the Spaniard with a laugh.
"Oui, but your Jeep doesn't get you laid. Speaking of which, when was the last time you've slept with someone?" the Frenchman interrogated with a grin. Antonio's face flushed a brilliant brink pink color. He decided to ignore the question and turned his attention to the passing scenery.
"J-just take me home so I can get ready for my appointment," said Antonio, his cheeks still red. Sex was not one of his favorite subjects, Francis and Gilbert would always joke about how "oblivious" he was to it.
"Okay mon ami, but first you have to tell me why you're so beaten up," replied the blonde with a slightly worried look. He had grown use to seeing Antonio beaten up but still his worry for the boy never ceased to show it's self.
Antonio sighed and ran a hand through his chocolate curls. "I'm not really sure, the last thing I remember is arguing with Arthur so they're probably from him," he answered as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He had a busted lip, a gash above his eyebrow, a bit of blood dried up under his nose, and a black eye complimented it all. And to think he went into the café looking like that.
Francis shook his head in disappointment. "I wonder if the two of you will ever stop fighting," he said softly with a small sigh.
"Oh please, the two of you fight more than anyone," Antonio pointed out with a playful snicker. Francis put his hand over his chest in mocking offence.
"Mon ami, gentlemen such as myself would never do such a thing as fight with someone," said the blonde with a grin. "But Arthur is not someone we should waste our breath on. Tell me, how is that delicious sister of yours?" Francis purred, imagining her lying in his bed beckoning for him to come closer.
Antonio scratched the back of his head and mumbled something that barely escaped Francis' hearing. "Uh, she's fine, she's been really busy with work and everything so she's not at home as much," he replied, a tinge of sadness present of those emerald pools. Francis hummed and pushed his fantasy aside. Now was no time to get a boner, not when his best friend seemed so upset.
"Where does she work again?" Francis asked, trying to keep his mind clean of perverted thoughts.
"She's the manager at A Bite of Paradise, it's the bakery that I took you and Gil to on my birthday," answered Antonio, smiling as he remembered the way the pastries seemed to have just simply melted in his mouth.
Bella was great at making pastries and coming up with new ideas for them too. He could remember times when they we're little and she would be in the kitchen helping mama with the cookies and other delicious sweets. That was before everything went bad...
"Well, I loved the macaroons they had, it's so hard to find any good ones here, so maybe we can stop by and surprise her after your appointment or whatever," Francis suggested as they pulled into Antonio's driveway.
"That sounds great," the Spaniard said with a toothy grin. "And thanks for "saving" me again," he added with a laugh.
"Now what kind of Prince Charming would leave a damsel in her distress? Certainly not this one," Francis replied making a wild gesture. Antonio laughed and shut the car door. Francis grinned at the boy's laughter, always seeming to find joy in Antonio's happiness. "Well, just call me when you get home and I'll come riding in my noble bug to sweep my princess off her feet and take her to Paradise ," the blonde added still playing at the prince and princess scenario.
Antonio rolled his eyes playfully before walking away, leaving the Frenchman to stare at his ass as he walked to the door. Oh yes, Francis could already tell that today was going to be a great day!
"So Lovino, how have you been these past two weeks?" Kiku questioned as he took a seat in his habitual chair.
"I got fired again for cussing out one of the customers," he fumed. Kiku hummed and wrote in his Notepad.
"Was it you or was it Romano?" He speculated. Feliciano smiled and sat down next to his parallel duplicate strumming his fingers to the beat of a silent song.
"Fratello was mad because the guy spilt his drink on me," Feliciano answered before looking at his brother.
"Lovino, was it you or Romano?" Kiku tried again. Lovino gave him an atrocious glare.
"Don't fucking act like he didn't just answer you," thundered Lovino, beckoning the shrink's eyes to Feliciano. Kiku cleared his throat and wrote something else down.
"I'm sorry, Feliciano, I didn't hear you," Kiku apologized. "Maybe you can tell me since I didn't quiet catch what Feliciano said," he suggested, smiling softly. The boy rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. He really didn't have a problem with Kiku; it was just that he had a rough night and didn't feel like answering so many questions.
"It was me. The bastard spilt his coke all over Feliciano's new shirt so I told him to watch where the fuck he was going," Lovino divulged.
"So Feliciano was there too?"
"Obviously. The guy spilt his drink on him," Lovino stated, rolling his eyes. Kiku nodded and wrote something down again. Lovino bit his lip and looked away from his therapist. Maybe he was being too brusque… It wasn't Kiku's fault that he wasn't feeling good.
"So how has Roma-" Kiku was cut short as someone shuffled into the room panting.
"I'm sorry I'm late I wo-"
"What the hell bastard, can't you see we're in the middle of a session?" Lovino interrupted, not even bothering to look at the man. His eyes remained focused on his twin who was messing with the stuff on Kiku's desk.
"O-oh, lo siento, I must have got the time wrong, please excuse my intrusion," the man apologized.
"No, you got the right time, please take a seat," the brunet said gesturing to the spot beside Lovino. "Lovino, I'd like you to meet Antonio Carriedo, Antonio this is Lovino Vargas," Kiku premised with a small smile. Lovino groaned and turned to look at the man.
"YOU!" Lovino yelled, quickly standing. Antonio stepped back in surprise. "You're the bastard that followed me home from the bar last night!" Lovino stated furiously. Antonio turned a bright red and looked away from him.
"I-I'm sorry about anything I did last night, I don't remember any of it," Antonio apologized and rubbed the back of his neck, a bit flustered by the whole thing. However, his apology did not do anything but fuel the Italian's anger.
"What the fuck do you mean you don't remember, I'm the one who fucked you up and gave you that black eye," rebutted the bitter man, pointing at the said eye.
"Antonio has the same thing you do and his alternate, España, often takes over when he sleeps," Kiku explained before the Spaniard could answer Lovino.
"I don't give a damn, he's still a fucking stalker," Lovino seethed.
. "He doesn't seem that bad and he's really cute," Feliciano cooed with a smile that quickly faded as his brother's cold gaze landed on him. Kiku cleared his throat and stood from his chair.
"For the next three months the two of you will be roommates so I hope your opinion changes soon or else you will have many difficulties over the next few months," the man announced as he made his way to his desk. He opened one of its many drawers and pulled something out. "Here," he said, tossing them both a set of keys.
"Non c'è modo cazzo che sto vivendo con quel bastardo di spagnolo!" vociferated Lovino as he caught the shine metal. Kiku sighed and laid his notepad down on his desk. Over the years that he had been seeing Lovino, he slowly began to learn the Italian language and had no problem understanding the boy now.
"I'm afraid, Mr. Vargas, you don't have a say in the matter, neither of you do. This is an experiment of sort to see if the two of you can help each other and hopefully fix your problems," the Brunet informed them. "You both have two days to pack your things up. Also, Ludwig will give you both a sheet of paper explaining everything about your new roommate. And with that, gentlemen, our session is over."
Translation:
Non c'è modo cazzo che sto vivendo con quel bastardo di spagnolo – There is no fucking way I'm living with that Spanish bastard
I hope you guys enjoyed this and hopefully you'll drop me a review. :D