AN: Fair warning; Although this fic focuses mainly on USUK, of course, the side pairings will have a substantial amount of time in the spotlight.
Although I do so adore Franada, I'm afraid Prucan won, and I owe it to my friend who I'm forcing to read this, who's already mad at me for the bare fact of liking it.
HATERS GONNA HATE.
Thank you so much everyone who voted/reviewed!
Now, someone(you know who you are) asked me whether or not Gilbert is a vampire, and the answer to your question...
will be revealed next chapter o7o
SpanishTomato1492
SItalianTomato14902
Disclaimer: Has anyone ever written 'disclaimer' and not followed it with some version of 'I don't own _'?
Enjoy!
It was the dead of the night, and all was silent in the Vargas household. You could faintly hear some tousling from the youngest brother's room, along with murmurings of a nightmare involving mutilated pasta. There was a gentle tacking sound coming from the room across from his, and if you were to go inside the room, you would come across a bundle of blankets with a face peering out. The face was lit by a dimmed but still bright computer screen, and every now and then when the tacking got faster or paused momentarily, you could see a small smile or frown flit across the older Italian's face.
Lovino Vargas had put effort into choosing his username, SItalianTomato14902. The first part was a testament to his nationality and favorite fruit, (It was a fruit dammit and anyone who said differently was a stupid-ass bastard) but the second part was more personal.
September 14, 2002.
The day he had came back to Italy, and more importantly, left Spain. Spain and Antonio. He had been nine when he left, he was eighteen now, and he had been there since seven years old. He had lived with Antonio, who was five years older than him, and his mother.
It was quite a coincidence, really.
When he saw the username SpanishTomato1492, of course he felt slightly unnerved, due to their similarity, but he hadn't found out the true identity until after they had made a habit of staying and chatting deep into the night. They had found out when they were explaining their usernames, about two months before.
2 months before-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-
u kno, im a bit surprised we haven't mentioned it earlier, but dont u find it funny that our names r so similar :3?
yeah. Its fucking hilarious. Y did think I originally talked to you?
because I seemed nice?
lol
anyway, I don't think it's 4 the same reason so y do u have 1492 in urs?
Cause i'm a patriot
?
gasp don't u kno ur spanish histroy!
*history
why the fuck do i have to?
cultural enrichment
can kiss my ass.
roma~~~~ haven't I told u not to curse?
yeah, and I told you to fuck off.
don't call me that.
roma?
u want me calling u madrida?
if you want ^^
I don't want.
then dont ^^
i 3 google so much right now.
I'm sure ur old history txtbooks could use some of that love.
Spain emerged as a unified country in the 15th century, following the marriage of the Catholic Monarchs and the completion of the reconquest, or Reconquista, of the Iberian peninsula in 1492.
txtbooks dont need love. doodles ftw
x3
good job. most guess columbus.
and urs?
grazie.
mines... more personal ;
ill be sure not to tell all our mutual friends
haha
bastardo
fine... fuck.
it's the day I left spain, kay? i had people there i rlly cared about... and i never saw them after that.
that's weird...
look its important to me!
no no thats not what i meant! there was a boy who was living with me and my mom and he left around then.
i think it might have actually been...
brb
mm
i was right!
?
sep 9, 02! thats the exact day!
...stuff like that doesn't happen irl.
we haven't told each other our real names, have we?
theres no fucking way.
none
your shitting me
pulling my leg
yanking my chain
does.. your name start with an a?
Lovi!
….
…
…...
no way in hell.
Antonio?
Present day-~-~-~-~-~-
Lovino's face was washed out by the light from the computer's screen, but if one looked closely enough, they would see the smile that had wormed it's way onto his face, and decided to stick. Eventually he tacked in a goodbye, shut down the old desktop and yawned, stretching like a lazy cat. He climbed out of his chair, went through the daily bathroom routine, groaning loudly when the light flickered on, before collapsing onto the bed.
He would be woken not enough hours later by an Italian who was actually ecstatic about something besides pasta.
"A vampire?"
"Yup!" Alfred replied, happily swigging back the rest of the drink. "You never know when a vampire hunter could come in."
Gilbert chuckled, "Weeell, I'll make sure to remember that. But," he started, "On the off-chance I'm not a vampire, wouldn't I want a vampire hunter to come in? You know, in case a vampire does walk in after." As if to punctuate his statement, the small bells on the door tinkled as another person walked in. Gilbert winked at Alfred, for the second time that night, before saying, "Gotta get that, he's a regular."
Alfred nodded, amused smile on his face and refilled glass in his hand.
"Artie!"
"Don't call me that."
"Rough day?"
"Mine are always the roughest."
"Kesesesese~ So the usual then?"
"There's a chap."
He heard the calls from across the room exchanged between the bartender and the mystery man grow steadily quieter until the man was seated a few seats away from him, frothy beer glass standing in front of him already.
Feliciano Vargas burst into his older brother's room minutes after hearing the news from their grandfather.
"Fratello!" He called, shaking the lump of sheets on Lovino's bed. "Fratello get up! I have huuuuuuge news!" He said, elongating the 'u' in huge to magnify just how huuuuuuge the news was.
Lovino opened one eye and glared at his younger, more cheerful brother. "What?" Feliciano beamed, and Lovino was sure he could hear a drum-roll somewhere. "What..." he repeated warily.
"You know how Luddy's brother works in America?"
"Yeah."
"And he was gonna go visit him for summer?"
"Yeah..."
"Grandpa said we could go too!" Feliciano finally exclaimed, happiness and excitement exuding from him in waves.
Lovino widened his eyes, "Go where?" He asked, his paranoia refusing to believe he got a free trip to America just because his grandfather was a bit fond of his brother's boyfriend (and his brother's boyfriend's grandfather, but he preferred to never think about that thank you very much.)
"Washington DC!" He chirped. "We're going in a week!"
So it was true. "Where are we gonna stay?" He asked, always focused on the details.
"We're staying with one of Gilbert's friends and his brother!"
"The fuck! I don't wanna stay with some stranger!"
"Ve~? But he's Gilbert's friend!"
"So?" Lovino responded incredulously. "He's a stranger to us! I'd rather stay with those potato-bastards than some random hamburger-bastard I've never met before!"
"You didn't mind when you went to Spain!" Feliciano protested with a frown. "And Gilbert's already letting Luddy stay in his apartment."
"I was seven! I'm still amazed they weren't kidnappers!"
"You know that's not true Fratello! You liked Toni so why not give these guys a try."
Lovino gave in with a sigh, flopping his head back onto the pillow. "Fine." Feliciano cheered in victory, and Lovino called after him before falling back asleep. "But I'm not living with some creep!"
He fell asleep before he could see Feliciano chuckle and nod.
Meanwhile in the capital of Spain, a smiling brunette was buying overnight tickets to Washington DC (With a layover at JFK) to meet his two best friends.
Haha so I lied. About making chapters longer, that is.
But! This means updates will be faster and better writing is almost guaranteed.
One more warning! Christ, way to keep your trust... But anyway, if you'll please notice, I did not mark this as 'Horror'. Because I can't write horror. Read it, watch it, look it, whatever. But I can't write it. Never been able to, so this not a horror story. If you expect it to be, you will be disappointed.
So, despite my lies and warnings and such, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, will review, and continue reading~~~
Next chapter: 11/7- 11
GAAAH Why'd I make Spain so old! ;A;
