The rain was pouring outside Daethius' house. The pitter patter of water on the window was a soothing sound to him. So nice, he thought lazily as he closed his book. I guess it was a wise move to move to this country. He sighed happily; England was a good choice for him.
He slowly started to doze when abrupt knocking on his front door startled him from his daze. Damn it, who could it be? He was still fairly new here, so it was odd for someone to be here. Please don't tell me I have to communicate with people now… "Who is it?" He made no move to get up from his recliner.
"Il nervo! Aprire lo sportello maledetto stupido idiota!" A voice rang over the rain. "Can't you hear, what are you, deaf of the brains?! Open up! It's raining like a mother fucker out here!"
The weird voice struck a nerve in him. "Taci dracului din gura! Nu te si limba straina pot înțelege!" It wasn't a complete lie, he didn't understand whatever came before the English and he didn't want the man to realize that he could speak the language.
There was a long silence before the voice came again. "I understand Romanian, but I can't speak it, damn it. Can't you at least speak English, you bastard? This is England after all."
"Yes, I can speak it, you insulting ass-hat."
"Then let me in!"
"Why the Hell would I do that?!" This voice, who Daethius assumed was a man's, was starting to annoy him. "Maybe if you were a bit more respectful, I would consider letting you into my home."
"P- Pleas- se, m- may I come in?"
He reluctantly stood and walked to the door, revealing a man who stood taller than him. The man seemed to be wearing some sort of uniform, and his olive green eyes showed obvious annoyance and awkwardness. He moved out of the door way, "You may enter, um…"
"Lovino," he muttered unhappily.
"Don't be such a sour puss."
The man glared at him but said and did nothing.
Daethius started to walk to the kitchen when the man grabbed his arm. "Hey, bastard! You know my name, now why don't you try to play nice and tell me your?!"
"Daethius," he hissed as he broke contact. I hate being touched! The nerve of the asshole! "Don't grab me ever again!" He stomped to the kitchen to bring out some refreshments for his guest. He took some tea and scones out to the intruder named Lo- vi- no. He had to remember that, even if it was only for possible future black-mail.
"Here, tea and scones, you may have some of these, but leave me some, while I fetch you a towel. He took his time getting the towel he promised. He did not really want to see the man, Daethius wanted him out. Why did I let him in? Pity? Concern? Damn this conscience of mine, it is a curse.
He threw the towel at this Lovino character. He stayed as far away as he possibly could.
"Does it look like I'm going to hit you, damn it?"
"No, I just don't like you."
"Well fuck you too."
~ Le Fin ~
Translations(from google translate):
(Italian) Il nervo! Aprire lo sportello maledetto stupido idiota! - "The nerve! Open the damn door you stupid idiot!"
(Romanian) Taci dracului din gura! Nu te si limba straina pot înțelege! - "Shut the hell up! I can't understand you and your foreign tongue!"