First fanfics, what a joy. Anyway, read this if you have the time. Much appreciated. As in the descriptions its a christmas one, but please do note that I really rushed it, because this is my last chance to upload it before christmas. And no one likes christmas fanfics after christmas.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of hetalia or their characters or anything.
Antonio was a very wealthy man. Rather attractive too. An odd yet exquisite tone and accent, complimenting his cheerful characteristics. In fact, it was Spanish. He enjoyed celebrations, usually getting very into them. And by getting into them, this meant that he was ready to cosplay as someone traditional from the party with two of his friends. Of course, Antonio was the main celebration cosplayed, whether it was the Easter bunny or even a turkey. He could be considered the most holiday lit person. His hair is of a soft brown, contrasting between the very green, sharp eyes giving hints of fiery life within them, enlightening the spirits of others. Antonio was tall, and rather unique, he was not an every day man you'd get to see, not by behaviour anyway, considering his fickle, perhaps alter-ego living inside him. There were almost stupidly considered two types of the man. One was enlightening and innocent, and one was somehow fiery yet still much darker. His interests though, could be considered the oddest, just as said before about the love for cosplaying during certain events, he seemed to be interested in bulls, and arts wouldn't be described as the ones in an everyday museum, neither would his sports. He lived and still lives in a very large, hopeful looking house. There were beautiful rooms. Many were simply touched by red curtains to look good, designs were of precise dark silky red embroidery upon the base colour of the curtains, simply appearing to be like those in a cinema, the sight itself was expensive, as they were stitched finely amongst the brighter tint of colour. Not only that but some rooms had innocent and true gold shaped around, marble and stone scattered across, and occasionally wooden decor to change the mood of the whole house. It was large and two story, the stairs almost being a room themselves, slowly spiralling by the edge of the room into the second floor's entrance. Among the house there was also a garden, he also had his own patch full of tomatoes, this was one of his favourite things which he had. And he'd always take good care of the little garden full of the plump fruit.
Antonio had nearly everything he wanted/needed, and he certainly deserved it all. He tended to be slightly fickle but by certain he was mostly patient and nice towards others, he wouldn't put up much of a fight and liked to play around. He didn't ask for violence or anything cruel, but simply played around with those he loved. Yet he kept his respect within the period of teasing, and like anyone else. He had his own little thoughts where he'd stray away, and he lived by them. The only problem though, was that through all of Antonio's respect and love from others… Antonio was lonely nethertheless. He wanted someone, not anyone he finds, but instead, all he wished for was someone in specific, he loved this one young man, but was too hidden away afraid to get hurt.
Antonio woke up that morning prepared for his one day type of job. It was christmas tomorrow and there was going to be an evening party that a heap of foreign men and women have gotten ready for. It was planned that the party would commence at 3pm, others deciding when it's time to leave. People were allowed to stay for the night, but knowing that there was one man which was truly pessimistic about everything, it would be a matter of time before christmas would be ruined for those who wanted to stay overnight. Many ignored the fact though, even if it does mean spending the time with one annoying brat you could simply ignore him. Besides, the other twin was almost making the pessimistic one disappear. Christmas really wasn't such a bad idea if staying overnight with two twins, of course thats only a few minutes of thought that you notice such a thing. Unfortunately though, it may have not been an option for many of the guests. As it was common that during a party all the guests would get drunk from some unique wine or beer. Sobering up overnight and regretting texts they sent for no reason apart from the fact they were drunk.
The party itself was too be presented at two wealthy italian's italian's themselves were completely different. Feliciano, was much brighter and tended to act more lightly around things. Oddly, he'd keep his eyes closed most of the time. He enjoyed running around and having fun, strangely having a strong love for pasta. In fact, the boy himself was a bit different when it came to behaviour. Unfortunately the whole belief of him was rather odd. Most believed he was an idiot yet looked forward to seeing the young man with the curl to the right. He was also considered as a bit of a wimp. He was afraid quite a bit of most dangers, even domestic animals could sometimes be a threat to the little boy. He'd carry a white cloth with him as well, he saw no use in actually fighting, this on the other hand irritate his lover. Ludwig. Yet even the dearest people to him could not change his behaviour, acts and interests. No, he was always true to himself and was always the same crazy italian. Even if others were often annoyed with him for his cowardly, frantic and stupid behaviour, they knew there'd be something special and different to tell to others the next time they'll see the light brown haired boy. They all enjoyed his company at some point or another. Even the stuffiest were usually cheered up, there was no way no one could love this man.
On the other hand though, the twin contrasted as almost an antonym of Feliciano. Lovino. Lovino was the quite possibly the rudest kid ever. He looked just as weak and hopeless, having a similar appearance but there were many differences in both ways, that is, if they actually had any similarities. He had darker hair, still brown, but more of a light black tint smothered throughout, and unlike Feli, he had a long curl facing left. He was extremely stubborn and would insult anyone coming across his path, usually including swearing and calling someone some kind of bastard. He also hated those who Feli loved, he was afraid they'd hurt his twin, and if there was any use in Lovino, it was how protective he was over his twin brother, it always bothered him, but he'd always selflessly step in when trouble was close to his little brother, Lovino would infact just be what most people called a tsundere, yet he didn't accept it himself. Then again, when meeting a pretty woman he'd change completely, trying to flirt but unfortunately, he would always be far from succeeding, it may have been irritating for Lovino, but somewhere deep into his dark thoughts he never regretted the fact he had no progress with it. Most people have given up on the poor boy though, they all believed he was nothing but a waste of time and energy. Unfortunately only making him even more distant from others. And even though Lovino was very protective of his brother, he, himself, was jealous. Feli was talented and helpful, just a coward, all in all. But Lovino was a short fuse leading to nothing. He believed that if there was any reasoning for his existence, it was to protect Feliciano from danger. The only one who had hope in him, unfortunately was his brother…that was the people he knew cared about him anyway, as there was someone else. Who only had Lovino on his mind all day…
After a few minutes of struggling to get out of the warm and cozy bed. Antonio lifted himself up from the bed, clinging onto the covers hiding his body from the exposed cold that had snuck in overnight. Wearily he got out of his room and sluggishly paced himself towards the kitchen. He lived with his friends, oddly enough, they tried to never separate each other due to their love and respects, the three best friends may have not been the most expected of people to be friends, but everyone knew laying a hand on one of them was trouble. In Antonio's house each had their own vast and large room and though they had such a gift, they were too busy to notice their surrounding as they were struck together almost all the time. Of course, the fact that they had all been friends since preschool was a major factor and them all being so different from each other somehow strengthened the bonds even more between them. One of the friends, Francis, had already got up and was at the kitchen table reading the newspaper slowly, his eyes also covered in bags of fatigue. Antonio only continued pacing barefoot with annoyance towards the kitchen table. When Francis heard the plopping of his fat bare feet across the wooden floor boards, he distracted himself to face the blanket covered man as he put the paper back onto the small wooden table.
"Tired?" Francis asked, his tone almost getting Antonio to fully wake up. His voice seemed to be enlightening in a way or another. At least, it was like a not-so-annoying alarm clock in a way or two. Oddly, even though there were bags in his eyes it almost seemed like he was awake the whole day, currently though, it didn't matter to Antonio, all he wanted was some more sleep, yet he knew better.
That didn't change anything anyway. Today there was something bugging him, shamefully being unable to focus as the thoughts buzzed in the mans head, it seemed like Francis was awaiting an answer but the brunette didn't even bother to listen fully. He just stared at the other man, a grim face of annoyance almost aimed to frighten poor Francis.
Antonio inspected his friend, even though they were close Antonio could never understand this man. Francis had long wavy hair, reaching the ends of his neck. The colour was a pretty light blonde, each day he'd take care of it and fix it up, he was almost like a girl in a few ways, considering he cared about his hair so much. A small beard stretching across to the other side of the face. Delicate blue eyes, and each day, some new fancy clothing, the man was very rich and had an expensive job, but most of the time he was rewarded with a large amount of money. It was surprising that Francis never even considered buying a house for himself, but then again, he helped out with interior decoration in Antonio's house which almost seemed like it was his own. There was no way anyone would bother finding a new house when their best friends live in the possibly, just as expensive house and they kept the company as a life thing almost for survival. The man was french, and was the stereotypical first thought of one, seducing, flirty, and just overall romantic. The three words may be a repeated version of themselves said differently, but really that's all there is to Francis, from a first point of view anyway. Hardly anyone is patient enough to get to know the man better though, yet those like Antonio and their other friend Gilbert, knew more of him and how much better of a person he really was. Including his much more caring and thoughtfully planned ideas, behaviour, and what not.
Finally, Francis broke the silence which kept the two shut, and for once, he said something in possibly the worst way ever. "Today out of all days" He made a sound of dismay shortly after, noticing what event is to be planned later on in the day/evening. Antonio only looked down before Francis started over. "And you're the main role" He chuckled slightly looking at the man, through the fact he's covered with a blanket it didn't change the fact Antonio looked cold. Then, out of nothing to do apart from knowing Francis would stop him from going back to sleep. Antonio fell onto the table almost falling asleep, drool disgustingly already attempting to slither from his mouth. Francis was not pleased with the decision Antonio had made, and that he was only asking for a slave by now. But if he didn't do it, certainly neither would anyone else. Sure he was being a bit selfish at the moment, but the buzz of one thought would never separate him, he wanted it out of his head, and only made Francis the only hope for fixing the mood. After all, he could suspect the Frenchman had already traced down all the thoughts that went through his friends mind. And knew that there was something to do.
Obviously Francis wouldn't allow it, quickly he got up and headed to the pantry. He got out a jar full of some foreign cocoa and got some milk out of the fridge. "Hot chocolate should help." Francis smiled then focused back on finding some utensils, and after a minute or two of just preparing the chocolate he returned to the kitchen table. He placed the cups on edge nearby the brunette, and sighed before patting his soft, yet very knotty hair, waiting a moment only to see him falling asleep, within a moment a small slap across the cheek stung Antonio to get him back up noticing what he had done was finally noticable. He sighed and then stared towards the edge of the table where the two drinks were, Francis, acting like a butler picked one of them up, only to put the drink in front of the Spanish boy, steam still travelling out of the cup. Antonio gently reached out a hand and curved it around the handle. With manners, he smiled back at France and then picked up the mug full of liquid and drank. It really did help to his expectations, but it did take a small amount of time to settle in nethertheless, he widened his eyes and sighed relief when he put the cup down, wiping his mouth with one of his hands to his satisfaction. Now, not so weakly, he pulled on a grin towards Francis again. "Thanks" Antonio being Spanish, returned an accent as well as his manners. "Say, it's nearly 10, we should get ready, especially you Toni…" Coarsely, he weeded his attention to the clock, and noticed it really was time to get ready. Waking up Gilbert would also take a while. Interrupting "his awesome dream" was a daily type of pain the two had to go through. As Antonio stared back at the French man, he nodded, and got up to move towards Gil's room.
I'm fairly sure we don't need to go into a more descriptive version of Gilbert's dreams...