In which Lovino just wants to binge watch Netflix.
A Christmas oneshot I scribbled down. Basically, Lovino is done with everyone's shit and just wants to go home. Also me trying out a new style.
Lovino will willingly be the first to say that he is not, in fact, fond of the holiday season. Sure, it's Christ's birthday to him (and as much as he does not act it, Lovino, like Feliciano, is a very devout Catholic), but that doesn't change too much. He makes a stop at church on Christmas every other year and that is plenty for him. Lovino, for one, much prefers to stay at home and binge watch Netflix (while seeing how much he can eat before he finally gets a stomachache).
Antonio and Feliciano, apparently, have made it their mission to make sure that he does not, in fact, do any of that.
Even worse, they drag him to a party of all things. If there's one thing Lovino Vargas just doesn't like doing, it's socializing. Besides that, he's just really tired (actually, he can easily stay up all night, but that hasto involve Netflix, otherwise he won't stand for it) and doesn't want to be here. All the noise is giving him a migraine.
The room is full of sharp laughter and disgustingly cheerful chatter lilts through the suffocatingly warm air. Lovino sighs and draws further back into his corner. (Feliciano and Antonio had both bounded off to visit with others upon arrival, leaving him to his own, nonexistent, devices. It pisses him off, honestly.)
Lovino really just wants to go home. He questions his life choices again, wondering why he always allows his stupid little brother and that damn Spaniard to drag him places.
Clearly, fate or whatever hates him, because there is alcohol (and the idiots didn't even have the decency to get the good stuff). Technically, at least three people here are underage (his little brother and said brother's potato bastard of a boyfriend, for one, but he supposes the latter doesn't matter because he's German anyways and probably does this all the time), but just about everybody is drinking.
And so the singing begins.
At first, it just starts out as a few mumbled slurs here and there; buddies linking arms and swaying together to a nonexistent tune until they stumble, Feliciano trying to start a concert to 'All I Want For Christmas Is You' at the top of the staircase, Alfred serenading the Christmas tree.
Then he hears Antonio's accented voice (curse his boyfriend's perfect voice; even when he was drunk, he sounded amazing) bursting into an all too familiar song.
"Dashing through the snow-" Antonio starts, loudly.
Lovino sighs and inwardly adds on. Get the fuck out of my way-
"Over the hills we go, laughing all the way!"
In the most sarcastic voice he can muster, Lovino mutters a, "Ha, ha, ha."
"Bells on bob tails ring!"
"I'll start a fucking fight..."
"What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight!"
Lovino notes the very distinctive accents of Francis and Gilbert as they loudly chime in with, "Oh, jingle bells!"
Lovino simply thinks, Burn in hell. (Later, he marvels over the way it fits perfectly into the song and gives himself a rare pat on the back.)
With a sigh, he gets up and snakes his way through the crowd to locate Antonio. No doubt the other is with his two friends. Together, the three are nearly impossible to miss.
It seems as though Lovino is going to be the designated driver tonight.