Cynic and Pessimist

"If a guy remains cynical about everything in life, then he will bring nothing but pain to every fucking body around him"

- Unknown

A/N: Dedicated to the wonderful ALittleEmotion and to those who enjoy this couple. And thank you all for the wonderful reviews on my last fics! :)

001. Introduction – Lovino Vargas wasn't the type who liked talking to his twin brother's friends and would fight tooth and nail to avoid even looking at them. He just couldn't stand the looks of adoration that they would shoot at Feliciano's direction nor could he stand the looks of disinterest whenever Lovino was introduced to them. However, when he was forced to greet Feliciano's German boyfriend…he could've sworn that he felt his heart skip a beat.

002. Love – Love was a joke and a not a funny one either. Back when he was young and stupid Lovino fell in love with a Spaniard who promised him forever. That all changed when he caught Antonio sucking off the lips of his brother. So much for forever.

003. Light – When Lovino wasn't screaming and cursing at the silent German he would take the time to secretly admire the muscular man's hair. He often thought that his blonde locks were beacons of light in the darkness of Feliciano's room whenever his bedroom door was open just a crack.

004. Like You – Lovino could only watch as his twin's relationship with the potato eater spiral out of control. Ever since Ludwig moved into their apartment it had been nothing but chaos since the bubbly Italian did nothing but sleep and cook leaving Ludwig and Lovino working to keep the apartment tidy. While they worked together Lovino would have no choice but to listen to Ludwig rant and rave about his lazy boyfriend…but he didn't mind it…especially when Ludwig muttered, "Why can't Feliciano be more like you?"

005. Truth – Lovino hated it when someone tried confiding in him about their problems, but that all changed when Ludwig came over to sit beside him on the couch. After a moment of watching television in silence the blonde said, "I think I made a mistake moving in with your brother...but I regret using him." Lovino could feel the anger well up inside of him and tightly bit out, "Use him for what? For your own bondage needs?" Ludwig snorted and turned off the television, turning smile warily at the fuming Italian. "Nein…I regret using him to get close to you."

006. Break Away – Shoving clothes into his briefcase, Lovino cursed under his breath and snapped the briefcase closed, his eyes reflecting both pain and worry. Ludwig had used Feliciano just to get close to him? The surly, foul, cynical twin? Impossible…there was no way in hell Ludwig could like him. Spitting out another curse, he opened his bedroom door and froze when he saw Ludwig standing in front of it, looking a little out of sorts. "Lovino…," he began but Lovino shook his head and pushed him aside, storming out of the apartment. He couldn't risk hurting Feliciano like this…he needed to break away.

007. Awful – A month went by and Ludwig found Lovino in a bar, drinking a glass of red wine and fiddling with his watch. It didn't take the Italian long to spot him out because the bastard took a seat right next to him…and he looked awful.

008. Truth Hurts – The potato eater was covered from head to toe in bruises and he didn't look like he slept properly. "You look like shit," Lovino commented, taking another sip of his wine and eyeing the German with a small look of pity. "…I told Feli the truth…he started crying and called his grandfather. That old man didn't even give me a chance to explain…oh and he called you a whore for "stealing" me away from his precious grandson," he muttered wincing painfully when Lovino scoffed and kicked his already sore shin.

009. Home – Lovino always knew that Grandpa Rome disliked him for his foul mouth and attitude. He always knew that like a dog the old man would respond to Feliciano's cries and tear apart anyone who dared make his little bambino cry. It was a shame really…but his grandfather was old news and Ludwig looked like he really needed someone to be on his side. "Come on bastard…after this drink I'm taking you home with me."

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To be continued...