In-Tune

Rating: T

Summary: It was meant to be like any other of his family's usual summer home visits instead, when he invites his friend along in hopes of sharing the boredom, he finds a foreign star along the shore. Sparomano AntonioxLovino

BrooklynBabbii

Recommended Listening: "Something" by Escape the Fate

.:Chapter One:.

Burns

[Antonio]

"Chibitalia!," Dana began to squeal as she tried to submerge the newspaper she had snatched from Antonio promptly after he had gone to retrieve it from the porch.

Her older brother signed as he sat, empty-handed, at his chair and hid his hands in his hands. His long-time and trusted friend, Francis tried to hold back his laughter at Antonio's misery and instead chose to rub small circles into his friend's back.

"The new hit pop duo has more than captured the ears of millions with their original debut hits 'Tell Me Something I Don't Know' and 'I Like It Like That'." Dana finally squealed at the breakfast table and her mother raised her emerald eyes to the ceiling and then snapped, "Hush, niña!"

Dana paid her mother no mind as she continued to read the article, "It can be safely said that the duo has loyal fans all across the world and will continue to remain at the top of every music billboard for a very long time." The young girl began to hyperventilate in her excitement as she held the article close again and then sighed deeply.

Antonio groaned, "What's so great about two guys acting like pure whores in their music videos and singing pointless dance songs?" Dana glared death at her older brother, her mocha eyes dripping with venom as she opened her mouth to defend her favorite artists.

Francis cut in, "Non, Antonio, let the girl dream." Antonio raised his brow at the slightly older blonde male as Dana smiled and sat up straighter in her chair. "Si, listen to your genius friend, Antonio."

Antonio rolled her green eyes and grumbled a "Whatever, they're still a pointless band." Dana slammed her hand down at the table, her eyes furious, as the plates rattled from the table's abuse.

"Why you insolent idiotica…! Romano and Feliciano have more talent then you could ever have!" Her eyes grow darker as she dealt her finishing blow, "At least they didn't ditch their band on their big night because of some stupid and hopeless crush—"

"If it had been me," she snapped, "I would've called him out instead of leaving at the drop of a freaking hat and never giving a word back to them." Dana glared at her older brother even his green eyes became stone and his knuckles turned white in his grip on the table. "It's been years, Antonio. Get over it. It was just some stupid fling. Stop being a baby and so sensitive over it."

She slumped back, crossing her arms, "Sheesh," she said as she picked up her magazine again as she eyed him from over the top. "I would have thought you had slept with that conceited bastardo." She slapped her article onto the table as a red angry flush won over her brother's face. Her brown eyes lit up with shock. "Oh my God!" She pointed, "You did! You did sleep with a guy! Is that why Papa never wants to come by and why he never comes to see yo—"

She didn't get her chance to finish as her mother slapped her youngest child across the mouth. But Dana had already re-opened old wounds. Wounds that had believed, by an angrily trembling Antonio who was mere a few hairs of restraint between him and the sharp bread knife just a few inches across the table, to have been thought to be dormant.

But the damage had already been dealt as his eyes darted to the knife. His mother's eyes pricked as she saw his urge and she tried to not to cry or worse; beat her daughter senseless for her incompetence with the privacy of others.

Even Francis said nothing. The young French boy was unable to think up of a single word to ease his friend's pain. He couldn't think of a single thing to say that excused his father's actions or stopped the barrier in his mind that was breaking.

Please, por favor, don't let me see his face again, he thought when he tried to scrunch his eyes tightly in hopes of blocking out the fore coming image and the pain that would follow. Don't let me see his eyes…

Antonio's mother wished sadly her husband was home again, not off on some business trip as he kept saying whenever their family gathered together on breaks and Antonio came home, and wished that past events were not the cause of his disgust and detachment with his only and eldest son.

Antonio's eyes finally fell from the knife and his mother let out a silent sign of relief even as she pulled her hand from Dana's mouth. Dana whimpered, "What did I say?" the young girl as she pointed to Antonio. "It's his entire fault! I didn't do anything to him!"

"His stupid crush blew up in his face, not mine," she barked and she swung around in her chair to glare at her brother. He stiffened as he recalled that glare on another face, with mocking green eyes delivering their venom. "I hate you!" he had cried as he swung back his leg, "Leave me alone, you bloody g—"

"Papa left because of him! Not me, why are getting mad at me, why aren't you getting angry at him for being so stupid to think it would work out in the first place!"

"You're a stupid fag! Leave me alone!" He had yelled and before Antonio could even react, not only did tears fall from his eyes, but a punch was delivered to his face and he fell backwards.

He pushed himself up on his arms, hoping he hadn't heard what he had just heard or that he could just die as the other band members turned around at their other member's argument.

His past love and world was seething as he swung back his foot. "I hate you! Get out of my fucking face, you bloody g—"

What had he done wrong…?

His eyes burned as he caught the foot, so it wouldn't hit him, and threw the other to the ground with a sudden yelp as he pulled himself to his own feet and ran away. He ran away, tears falling freely as he kept repeating the same Spanish phrase over and over even as those around him called out his name. He heard his band mates call out for him to come back but that same phrase kept falling from his lips.

"Como quieras, yo nunca te dejaré ver mi cara de nuevo ..."

"As you wish, I will never let you see my face again..."

Antonio was silent for all of few seconds. "Antonio," his mother began as her eyes pleaded for him to remember it wasn't his fault. But her words fell on deaf ears as her eldest son pushed harshly at the table and stood.

Dana finally saw the extent of her inflicted hurtful words and winced, looking down at the rolled up article out of her reach of her hands on the table. She felt the atmosphere and knew she had hurt more deeply than intended. She tried to apologize, "Tony…I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

Antonio didn't hear her as he stormed out the back door; headed for his favorite rock a few miles around their summer home's back entrance. Francis frowned and excused himself, calling out her brother's name as he struggled to catch up with her brother.

Dana looked down, as tears pricked her eyes. She hadn't meant for her words to hurt as much as they had. But still, she thought, if her brother hadn't been such a dunce that day then he wouldn't have felt hurt.

It was his freaking own fault.

At least that was what Dana told herself and her mother as she was scolded and then sent to her room to think on what she had done. "Stupid Antonio," she muttered into her pillow as she wiped her eyes, "always getting me in trouble because he was a big dumb head."

She stole her hand under her pillow and felt for her iPod. She typed in her password from memory through her tear-blurred eyes as scrolled her lists quickly for their song. Chibitalia! She thought. You never fail me, tell me what I did wrong.

Her favorite pop band responded with a lyric, "I wish you wouldn't correct me. I get along fine when you allow me to speak."

Dana started to smile as she put the ear buds in her ears. "I needed to hear that," she murmured as she let herself fall silent and just listen.

[Lovino]

"Are you fucking serious right now?" He yelled into his phone, from his room. A pause as Lovino hears the other's response. "You fucking bastard!"

His younger brother winced from inside his own room, moving closer to his German love. "Fine then, fuck you!" He heard his brother and then a small crash as a lamp met an ill fate due to his brother's hands from a collision with a wall.

"Luddy," Feliciano asked the German but said taller male shook his head. "I will have to leave while he's such a mood before he directs his anger at me." At Feliciano's shocked and pained face, he kisses his love's forehead. "I'll be back when he's better, for now it would be best for me to leave."

Feliciano nodded sadly, accepting it but not without a few tears. Ludwig kissed his love's forehead again and then sighs as he hears Feliciano's older brother stomp about the house. "I'll be back soon, I promise," he says over his shoulder with a small smile and then he gets up from the bed and throws his jacket over one arm and sneaks out the room.

Feliciano covered his face with his hands as a few more tears slip through. Just when all had been going so well, he thought. He uncovered his face and used one of his arms to wipe his eyes free of tears. He can now hear Lovino cry softly at the other end of the hall.

He wants to glare and shout across, "It's your own fault that your relationships keep blowing up in your face!" But he can't. It was never in Feliciano's nature to be cruel. Even when his brother deserved it, Feliciano couldn't hurt nor ignore his brother.

It was because of that, he crept out of bed. Putting aside his hurt that his love had to leave because of Lovino's bad mood, he crossed the hall. Knocking tentatively against the door, he asked, "May I come in, Lovi?"

No response and Feliciano sighed. He had already known he would have to go in anyway without his brother's reply. He had just hoped this time he was hurt as badly and would just answer for once.

Just this one, he begged as he walked in and tried not to flinch at the multitude of broken objects on the floor. Just this once, can my brother have some happiness?

Lovino was sitting in a corner, amber eyes blank even as tears continued their descent. His sun-kissed face was emotionless though Feliciano could already see the scars underneath. "Lovino," he started as he crept closer, "Come on, you have to get up."

No response, he thought, that's not good. I have to get him out of here before he hurts himself.

"I'll have a maid come and fix this," he continued as he got closer. "Just come on, we have to get you to bed. You're going to hurt yourself." Please don't let it be like last time, he thought, nothing like that one time when I wasn't home and you had a break up.

Feliciano had all but nearly broken down when he saw his emotionally-battered brother on that hospital stroller into that blaring ambulance…

"You don't know, Feli," Lovino said through a raw throat as he refused his brother's hand to get up. He stood on his own. "You never had to feel what I did." Feliciano knew where those words were going and went silent as he tried to prepare himself for the upcoming blow.

"Ludwig gave you every-fucking-thing you ever fucking wanted!" Lovino yelled and Feliciano hid behind his barrier, trying to ignore any stings. "He never left you alone to wonder and worry where he was! He was always there!"

Feliciano knew this to be true. While Ludwig had remained by his side loyally for all of their three years, Lovino hadn't one of his own loves stay true to him for more than a year. He had thought this one to be different, like Lovino, as he had seemed nice and trustworthy.

But, if the call tonight was any indicator, apparently he hadn't been. He couldn't hope to fathom how his older brother was feeling. This one had been with his brother for nearly two years. Before, that two year marking would have been an achievement.

Now, it just acted as salt as it encased itself in a wound and shifted restlessly, putting Lovino in horrible pain.

"He always took care of you..." Lovino said through a choked sob, "He never hurt you… He always took care of you…"

Feliciano watched his brother fall to his knees. He went with him as he tried to hold the other in his arms. "It'll be okay, Lovino, I promise. Someone better will come along."

Lovino shook his head, "I d-don't think so…G-Gilbert was…" He couldn't even finish as he remembered maroon eyes and that signature smirk on that face beside him. He remembered all too clearly as he remembered hot summer nights made hotter under sheets.

How could he forget the one he had given that piece of himself? How could he get better than that?

No, he couldn't and no, he wouldn't.

He just wouldn't let himself fall down that road again. Not after this, he thought as he continued to sob in memory. Not after this.

He was just burned all too badly to let someone in right now or ever again.

So~

How was it? Did you wanna scream or cry or bash your head into the wall? Did it make you go WTF? Is anybody confused about what the Hell is going on? *sees dozens of raised hands*

Well suck it up, princess! :D I will clarify all plot interests later.

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I will update "Beneath The Surface", I promise! I haven't forgotten! My other stories however…Pfft…no one wants to review. TT^TT

I love this pairing so I wrote this~ Hope to see you next time!

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