Title: Pomodoro Prince
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/Angst (kinda)
Pairing: Spamano
Summary: Six months after his departure from the Pomodoro, Antonio finds himself in a situation he'd never have expected: How will he cope with hiding Lovino from his parents, and will he ever figure out what these mysterious events are all about? Sequel to Pirates of the Pomodoro.
Note: I'd say read Pirates of the Pomodoro first to get a better idea of what's going on, but if you'd rather not then you can just ask me what happened and I can tell you.
Disclaimer: I've spent enough time researching things that seem rather suspicious and yet have been written slightly unrealistically to realise that this is a work of fiction and since it's not being properly published as a novel I'm allowed to let some things be innacurate and the characters don't have to belong to me (which they don't, by the way).
Chapter One: Normality
Night-time is generally a time of night which is expected to be quiet and peaceful. As of modern times, or possibly even earlier in time, noise still rises from the streets, though not at quite the same volume. The amount of people decreases and very few modes of transport pass through the cities. Lights begin to flicker and dim, engulfing the streets in darkness. Whilst not completely at peace, the world is at least a little bit quieter.
However, on this night, the distant noises did not mask the sound of scuffled footsteps and grunts as a man was pushed into the wall by another man. The latter man pressed closer to his prey, almost close enough to feel the other's breath on his face. He muttered in a voice so low that none other than the pair could hear it. The former man's facial expression varied from anger to shock to fear. He shook his head as much as possible, though this wasn't much. He whispered pleading words, splurging from his mouth and falling into the tense atmosphere. The one holding him against the wall loosened his grip slightly, muttering a few more short words before letting go of the other man, allowing him to sink to the ground, cradling his face in his palms. The hunter walked away from his prey, vanishing into the midnight streets of Rome. The victim merely sat in his place, whispering to himself, why? What have I done to be so cursed?
And so, the night continued on, the normal not-so-quiet consuming the air, masking the events of the dark alleyway.
There were no dark alleyways or midnight assaults in the remnants of Antonio's dream as his brain pulled itself from the void and resurfaced in the waking day. Groaning and shifting over onto his other side, the prince almost wished he was still asleep.
That is, until he heard an oh-so-familiar voice say, "Nice to see you're finally awake."
Emerald eyes shot open to the sight of a dark-haired, hazel-green eyed Italian, standing by the window. His body was framed by the glow of the morning light, making him look god-sent, or at least to Antonio he did. Whilst his attractive appearance seemed heavenly, the unsmiling mouth seemed to retract all thoughts of him being an angel at all. Antonio grinned sleepily, glad that the first thing he saw was such a nice sight.
"G'morning, Lovi~"
Lovino smirked, a smirk that was natural on his face despite his tendency to scowl at most people. However, Antonio wasn't exactly 'most people'. There were only a few people who didn't receive a scowl at all times, and the Spaniard was proud to call himself one of them.
Rolling out of bed, he stood, yawning before pacing over to the Italian. He smiled, and this time it was returned; a beautiful, almost invisible smile which lit up Lovino's face. There were even less people who would ever witness this smile, so Antonio felt truly privileged to be one of those too.
Leaning in, Antonio pecked the shorter male on the lips before embracing him, taking in his scent and feeling the coolness of his skin. He frowned slightly upon feeling this.
"How long were you out for?"
"Only a few hours, don't worry."
At night as Antonio slept, Lovino would often venture out into the city and roam the almost-empty streets. Antonio didn't exactly know why - perhaps he was tired of being stuck in the castle with him?
It had been three weeks since Lovino announced his decision to stay with Antonio in the castle. At first he had been shocked and surprised, with many questions, worries and confusions about this plan. However, he had been unable to get a proper reason out of the Italian, only a vague, "I'm curious." Three weeks later and still Antonio was none the wiser.
Antonio nodded absent-mindedly, unwrapping himself from Lovino. The latter yawned a little and headed over to the unmade bed, diving right under the covers. "Go for breakfast, let me sleep a little."
Smiling, the elder male bid his lover goodbye and left the room, locking the door and turning the hand-made sign to 'do not disturb' as usual. This was a daily practice, since he couldn't exactly let any of the maids find out he was secretly hiding an ex-pirate in his room, could he?
Plodding along the plush red carpets in his bare feet, he descended the golden-railed stairs and headed towards the main kitchen. He pushed open the door, grinning at the faces that had turned towards him. "¡Hola, buenos días!"
The cooks smiled back at him, greeting him in the same fashion. He walked to the fridge and picked out a perfect tomato, washing it in a nearby sink before sinking his teeth into the juicy flesh. He chatted with the cooks for a while; they were used to his pre-breakfast trips to the kitchen. After eating three tomatoes, he pocketed another and left, returning back to his room.
It had only been about half an hour, so Lovino was still fast asleep. The peaceful expression on his face soothed Antonio, putting his mind at ease; there were often times when he would return to a troubled or scared expression from nightmares which were never explained to him. Still, he was happy Lovino was alright for the time being.
He quickly changed into more suitable clothing, making sure he looked presentable enough for the time being. He didn't have anything planned for the day, but it was always better to be prepared in case something came up, and his mother would surely be very unhappy with him if he walked around in his nightwear all day.
Suddenly remembering the tomato, he picked it up from the dresser where he'd left it and placed it on the bedside table for when Lovino awoke. Finally, he kissed his forehead. "Dulces sueños, mi cariño."
He then left the room, bound the dining room for his official breakfast.
Translations:
¡Hola, buenos días! - Hello, good day! (Spanish)
Dulces sueños, mi cariño - Sweet dreams, my dear (Spanish)
Pomodoro - Tomato (Italian)
Author's Notes: Hello!
Yes, I've finally written the sequel to Pirates of the Pomodoro. How amazing.
I hope you enjoy this.
By the way, I'll only respond to anon reviews down here, so as to save space, so I'll reply to everyone else's in the other way.
The update days will be the same as Pirates: Sunday and Wednesday.
Thanks for reading, see you on Wednesday~
EDIT (16/12/13): Got rid of the duplicate, thanks to the reviewers who pointed this out!
~RandomWriter57 ( = ¬ = )7 *salutes you*