Title: Escuela de Tomate
Rating:
Genre: Humour, Romance
Summary: High School AU. It's the first day back after summer - Antonio's expecting another year of laughs with his friends and boring lessons, but he didn't expect someone new to find their way into his life. Meet Lovino.
Main Pairings: Spamano, PruHun, France x Everyone
Warnings: Romano's mouth, Hungary being a yaoi fan and France ahead. Proceed with caution.
Rated T for touchy subjects.
Characters: Spain and Romano
A/N: Ohai, gaiz. Meet my horrible and weird new story about Antonio's life at school. Honhonhon. I don't even know. :D
BETTER THAN IT SOUNDS I PROMISE ;-;
By the way, I'M BRITISH YO, so any words with alternate spellings in Brit will be spelt Britly.
Don't ask why this is called "Tomato School". Just… don't.
Oh, and my Italian is horribly fractured, so feel free to correct me if I do something wrong. XP
And, without further ado… Is the story!
ESCUELA DE TOMATE
Prologue
Lovino had never felt more tired in his life.
His younger brother, Feliciano, stumbled beside him. The small boy grabbed his older brother's hand as they trudged through the airport in pursuit of their grandfather who, although the young boys could not see it, had a look of sadness plastered onto his face. The boys, who appeared no older than 10 years old, simply had looks of curiosity and fatigue in their eyes, not knowing what exactly was happening. They had never been told where they were going, and why.
"Fratello, veh…" Feliciano said, using his free hand to wipe a strand of auburn hair out of his face. "Where are we going?" Lovino noticed his Grandfather tense as his younger brothers small voice reached his ears.
"I don't know, Feli." Lovino said almost angrily - he tried hard not to sound like he was angry, or that he was spitting or growling or whatever, but it seemed part of his nature to sound so grumpy all the time. However, he noticed that his amber-eyed brothers face practically started glowing at the mention of the affectionate pet name that Lovino almost never used.
Lovino had expected his brother to start talking non-stop after that; however, no further words left the small boys mouth. It was almost disappointing.
The silence continued for a long time. Lovino felt himself become more and more tired as time went on - he could feel his eyes beginning to droop, and Feliciano was already leaning against his shoulder with his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful, yet there was a look of something bordering fear in his expression.
Lovino hated to admit it, but he was scared, too. He, although only just 10 years old, had to look after his 7-year-old brother, who had never been alone in his life. Granted, their Grandfather was here, but at this point, the only thing on his mind was getting the two boys away from their home to safety. He trusted the older of the Vargas brothers to take care of his younger; that was how it had always been, despite Lovino's tendency to get angry at his brother. Everyone else knew it was his way of showing that he cared.
Despite himself, Lovino was beginning to get progressively more tired. He shrugged the feeling off, but nonetheless rested his head on his brothers in a comforting gesture, gripping his hand tighter for just a moment. A small smile graced Feliciano's lips, and his eyes opened only slightly to gaze lovingly at his brother. They were unusually close for brothers, yet nobody questioned it - they did not know who their parents were, and the only family they had ever known was their unusually handsome grandfather, who was so busy all the time he had barely any time to look after the young boys.
Despite all of the hassles the boys had before they had even started to become teenagers, they did not have bad lives. Their family had a decent amount of money and, up until recently, they had lived in a large house in Venice, Italy. The boys had all the pasta and pizza they ever could have wanted and all the time in the world to spend drawing. Their grandfather had taught them to read from a young age and the two boys studied independently on their own, only attending school every now and then. They spoke both Italian and English almost fluently, even at their age, though they still struggled at other subjects.
However, only a few hours earlier, they had been rushed out of their house by their Grandfather, who had appeared completely and utterly terrified at the time. Neither of the boys knew why, and their Grandfather didn't even spare any time to explain to them why they were being rushed off onto the next plane to the United States.
Lovino peered at his brother again, who had once again closed his eyes. Satisfied that Feliciano was soundly asleep, he turned to look at his Grandfather, who was impatiently glaring at the clock.
"Nonno, when do we leave…?" Lovino said quietly, determined not to wake his brother up. His Grandfather simply turned to look at him with a gentle and caring stare; calmer than he'd looked for hours. "Don't know, huh?" Lovino grimaced; his Grandfather simply laughed at the return of the older brother's sour personality.
"Soon. We leave soon." His Grandfather lightly chuckled, giving the sleeping Feliciano an adoring look. Lovino frowned a little, but eventually gave up on his thoughts, and rested his head back onto his brother's. It seemed as though he wasn't getting any answers any time soon, but it wasn't as if he cared what happened. As long as his brother was safe.
"Vehh… What's going on, fratello…?" the high-pitched yet ear-piercingly adorable voice sounded in Lovino's ears, who turned in surprise to Feliciano, who hardly ever woke up due to noise.
"Nothing, Feli. Go back to sleep." Lovino said, trying to keep a gruff tone out of his voice, but failing. Feliciano, not content with the answer, simply pouted and snuggled closer to his brother.
It was hours before they finally had to board their plane. The fearful look had returned to the young boys' Grandfather's face again, which had finally spread to Feliciano, who was terrified to step onto the huge aeroplane. Lovino simply huffed, stepped onto the structure to reassure his brother that no, he would not die by entering it, and in further reassurance, held his hand until they were seated.
After the flight attendant had gone over the flight safety procedures and told the passengers that it would take around 8 hours before the flight landed in New York. Feliciano, now assured that he could sleep and not miss anything, rested his head back on Lovino's shoulder, who silently waited for sleep to overcome his younger brother. When the time finally came, he silently pulled out a blanket and wrapped it around his brother's shoulder, sending a quick glare to his Grandfather, who was happily watching the act of kindness without a word.
As the journey wore on, Lovino found himself growing slowly more uneasy. He didn't know if he'd fit in when he was in America. He didn't know if the Americans would like him, or if he'd like the Americans. Or, even worse, if Feliciano would make friends or not - he was suddenly overcome with fear at the thought of losing his brother. It was inevitable - Feliciano was just so loveable it would be hard not to become friends with him. After what seemed like hours, Lovino's eyes began to droop, and he, too, fell into a deep and undisturbed sleep.
Needless to say, as soon as they had left the airport and Lovino had seen the streets of New York, he was overwhelmed with so many conflicting emotions that he started scowling.
A/N: Ohhhh dear. I know this has nothing to do with high school yet. Shush, it's just the prologue. I wanted to get SOME storyline in here. XD Lovino is a little OOC here, I guess, but hey, he's looking after his little bro' ;3; I promise he'll be more IC from now on. I PROMISE.
By the way, I'm not telling you what's going on. Hahaha~ You'll find out eventually, m'dears.
The next chapters will be MUCH longer. I'm so sorry that the prologue is so short. And by this, I mean very, very sorry. I'm so sad at myself for making this short. ;3;
The rest of the story will be in Antonio's POV. I want to keep Lovino's thoughts secret for now. ;D
Translation notes- (( YES MY ITALIAN IS FRACTURED PDPSDG. ))
Fratello - Brother
Grande Fratello- Big Brother
Nonno - Grandfather