Inviting Lovino to live with Antonio and Gilbert was not only somewhat lifesaving, it was also quite stressful.
The Spaniard and the German originally lived with their French friend, Francis. Francis was very good friends with the two, but one day he got a girlfriend. And then things in their apartment started to disappear. Gilbert was the first to notice.
Come to find out, Francis had been taking things from their rooms and back to his girlfriend's apartment. Antonio and Gilbert demanded that their stuff was to be returned, and Francis, ashamed at being found out, gave everything back. The brunette and albino then proceeded to kick the stubbly-chinned Frenchman out of their apartment. The rent that Gilbert and Antonio had to pay grew larger for each of them, now that Francis wasn't paying one-third of it anymore.
Antonio decided to use his head (which was filled with cobwebs) for once, suggesting that they call up their friend Lovino, who was stuck living with his brother. Lovino, surprised at the sudden call, hesitated on accepting the offer. His brother barely spent time with him anyways, ditched him for Gilbert's younger brother. So why not get back at him by moving out?
Lovino agreed, saying he'd pack and get on the plane to wherever the hell the two were, so he'd be to their apartment by the next day.
Antonio greeted him with a big hug, nearly choking the small Italian and receiving a string of curses. Gilbert greeted him with a hug as well, yet not so big. Surprisingly, Lovino felt a strange tingle at the embrace, so he didn't pull away like he did to Antonio. When the Spaniard invited him inside, he could see a tint of jealousy in his eyes. He saw the albino smirk from out of the corner of his eye.
The first thing that Lovino noticed when he walked into their apartment was the door leading to Gilbert's bedroom in the hallway. There was a shirt hung over the top of the door, a sock on the door handle, and a big sign saying "THE AWESOME'S ROOM" on the front of the door.
He could even hear the chirping of the canary the albino kept, feeling pity for the bird, as it sounded like it was dying. Probably from smell.
"Welcome!" Gilbert suddenly said, walking infront of Lovino and taking his bags from him. "You're gonna take Francis's old room! Don't worry, we cleaned the mattress and sheets three times and rid that Frenchy smell from it so it's not so... Bleh," he smirked, walking down the hall to the bedroom. Lovino obediently (eh, well) followed, Antonio on his heels. Then the Italian noticed the tomato on his Spanish friend's door, of which he simply wrote his name.
Gilbert opened the door to Lovino's new room, setting down the Italian's belongings and holding out an arm invitingly towards the cosy space. Lovino stepped inside hesitantly, looking around the room. The walls were painted a simple red, the carpets being a creamy color. A bed was tucked in the corner (a double bed shudder), with an opened closet next to it, hangers (thankfully) already inside. A small (small, not too small, but big, not too big) TV sat across the bed sitting on an empty entertainment center. A desk was all the way on the other side of the room, met with a swivel chair and an empty (book?)shelf settled next to it.
"We'll give you some time to pack. After you're done we're gonna go out for lunch so get dressed if you want," Gilbert whistled while leaning against the door. "The bathroom's right next to Toni's room alright? Call for us if you need anything."
Lovino nodded, shooing the albino out of his room and shutting the door. He started with unpacking his clothes, putting the shirts on the hangers and the jeans, jackets, and a winter coat on the shelf above, his shoes and boots below. He took out his laptop and put it on the desk, then his notebooks in the (book?)shelf. He put some of his movies (yes, they were his, since Feliciano always ended up crying from fear while watching them) in the entertainment center under the TV, still enough room for the XBOX and games he stole from Feliciano. He would work on plugging in all of the cords later. He got all of the items that he used in the bathroom (soap and such, not toilet paper creeper), hiding them away under the bed in case his room mates decided to sneak in or something. That left him with his alarm clock. There was a plug in next to the bed, so he'd just plug it in and make sure not to step on it when he gets out of bed.
Done.
He put the bags that contained his belongings in the corner of the closet and stretched. It looked like his room already. It kinda smelled like it too. No, wait, that was his cologne.
He opened the door, seeing Antonio look at him from where he was sitting on the couch, and made his way into the bathroom. It was a surprisingly clean bathroom, except for little itsy bits of mold lining the tub to his left. He noticed there was shampoo and soap and soap and lots of soap lining the tub already, along with at least three bottles of hand soap on the sink. There was a cabinet like Lovino's closet to his right, probably containing toilet paper and lots and lots of soap.
Lovino obviously didn't have to worry about running out.
He did his business, washed his hands with all three soaps mixed together and fixed his hair in the mirror. He sighed before walking out, standing next to the couch where Antonio and Gilbert were sitting, watching some weird show. The latter finally noticed the Italian was sitting there before turning off the TV, jumping off of the couch and walking to the door. Antonio did the same, smiling to Lovino and walking beside him. Gilbert told them to walk ahead of him as he locked the door, soon sprinting down the stairs to stand next to Lovino like Antonio was.
"Where are we going?" the Italian asked, flinching when the German and Spaniard's hands brushed his. At the same time. Creepy.
"Uhh," Gilbert stopped at the edge of the street in the parking lot, looking into the sky for an answer. "There's this place where you can buy bread, but it's also got macaroni and stuff. You wanna go there?"
"Sure, whatever," Lovino shrugged, falling in step with his two room mates. They walked all the way to the cafe Gilbert described, Antonio mumbling about how Francis was the only one with a car. When they walked inside, they were met with smells of bread as they made their way to the front counter.
"Hi there Gilbert, Antonio! Nice to see you again. Who's this?" the lady at the counter greeted the three, motioning to Lovino at her question. She was a fair woman, with bouncy locks of brown hair and a flower woven into the right side. Her bright green eyes were warm and inviting, leaving Lovino with a sense of security.
"This is Lovino! We kicked Francis out so he's taking his place," Gilbert explained, putting his hand on the Italian's shoulder. Lovino flinched at the sudden touch.
"Hi there~! I'm Elizaveta. Gilbert and Antonio come here alot so you'll probably be seeing me more often," the woman, Elizaveta, said, a tinge of admiration in her eyes as she gave the three boys a smile.
"Nice to meet you, Elizaveta," the Italian said and gave her a soft smile, leaving Antonio and Gilbert to fawn over the cute little smile he was making. At that, the admiration in Elizaveta's eyes grew more apparent, a light blush dusting her cheeks.
"Ahem, w-well then, what can I get you boys? The usual for Gil and Toni?" the woman asked, gulping and trying to fan herself off with a Japanese fan she grabbed from a pocket somewhere.
"Ja!" "Si!" Gilbert and Antonio said at the same time while Elizaveta cashed in their orders (for so far), leaving Lovino to stare at the menu awkwardly. He finally settled on some bread and macaroni, with a mixture of each soda in the soda machine. They all sat down at a booth, Lovino at one side and Gilbert and Antonio on the other.
"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back in a second, si?" Antonio said, standing up and making his way to the back, where the bathroom was hidden. That left Lovino and Gilbert to look around the room awkwardly, the latter breaking the silence by clearing his throat.
"So... Hi there."
"Hi."
"How've you been?"
"...Fine, I guess."
"Ah... So, you wanna grand tour of the apartment when we get home?"
"...Sure. Whatever," Lovino sighed, resting his head atop his hand. A small Japanese man came to their table with their orders and bowed.
"Hi Kiku!"
"Konnichiwa, Girbert-San," the Japanese man, Kiku, replied, bowing again and turning to Lovino. "Erizaveta-San has tord me to meet you. Wata- I am Kiku."
"I'm Lovino," the Italian said sleepily. He didn't really get much sleep on the plane.
"It is nice to meet you. I must go now. I hope to see you again," Kiku bowed once more before rushing off behind the front counter and to where the food was being prepared.
"Ah, was that Kiku?" Antonio asked, sitting back down. He smiled and took his food after Lovino merely nodded, leaving the three boys to eat their meals. Kiku never really came out from the back anyways.
"Did you three enjoy your food?" Elizaveta asked once they were all finished and walking out of the door.
"It was really good~!" Antonio and Gilbert replied in unison, watching Lovino give them an odd look.
"It was... Okay," Lovino admitted, shrugging his shoulders.
"Well then, you boys come back soon, m'kay?" Elizaveta smiled at them, waving her hand.
So they walked back to their apartment. They were nearly hit by a car, stared at by an old guy, and hit on by another old guy before they rushed up the stairs. Lovino gave his room mates a disapproving look while crossing his arms, as if he was blaming them for the whole thing.
"Does that happen all the time?" he asked, taking a seat on the couch.
"Most of the time," Gilbert admitted, sitting next to the Italian.
"We don't usually almost get hit by a car," Antonio said, sitting on the other side of Lovino.
"Crazy bastards..." he muttered under his breath, leaning back into the cushions of the couch.
"Well! How 'bout that grand tour, then~?"
A/N: SOAP FETISH. XDDDDDDDDDDD
Well here ya go lunynha~ I hope you like it so far. Like I said, it started out light and innocent! I'll try to update asap.
And for you other readers, I would like to apologize if anyone turns out OOC! lunynha suggested that I not make Lovi a pms-ey ass. So there ya go.
I'm trying to divide actions between Toni and Gil evenly, but Gil always gets to say things. It makes me feel bad for Toni. But that will support his cause, si? Hehehe.
Elizaveta will (hopefully) have a very important roll in this fic, as well as Kiku. I'm not sure what they'll do yet but I'll figure it out once I get there.
*Sigh...* Now I have to type up another chapter of ITILMB... And then I have another fic I want to start. I might change that fic to another fic I want to write. And then I'm going to work on two one-shots. One for Japan and one for Prussia. Busy busy busy...
So I will take your requests! Even though I'm oh-so-very-busy, I will certainly make room to write something for you. I like writing, and it'll hopefully improve my skills. :D
Bye bye~!
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