Shinigami-cat: So now we know who is going to "tame" Lovino! It's Antonio! We all saw that one coming right? If you didn't please get your eyes checked, like right now. Anyway have fun reading, review and so on. I DON'T OWN HETALIA!
"No way." Said Antonio.
"Come on Antonio." Said Gilbert. "It's not like I'm asking you to chop if your hands."
"You may as well be."
Gilbert was sitting on the roof with Antonio at lunch trying to convince him to go along with his crazy plan. Which he had originally called; Get Antonio to hook up with the Italian basted so my little brother can go out with Feliciano. But Ludwig had made him change it to; Gilbert's phsyco plan. It wasn't going very well.
"But why?" Asked Gilbert. "Why won't you go out with that little prick?"
Antonio rolled his eyes and bit into a churro. "I think you just answered your own question Gilbert."
Gilbert was about to retaliate with an awesome comment when the door to the roof opened and in waltzed Francis. "There you are." He said. "I've been looking for you two for ages." He sat down next to Gilbert and smiled. "So why are you two up here?"
Gilbert pouted and turned to Francis. "Francis. I'm trying to convince Antonio to go out with Lovino so…" Suddenly a light bulb turned on in Gilbert's head and his plan immediately got renamed to; Make Francis think I'm trying to make Antonio go out with Lovino so he can bang Feliciano when I'm actually doing this so Ludwig can go out with him. "So you can go out with Feliciano!"
Francis's eyes widened. "Really? You would do that for me? Why?"
"Because… I'm tired of you being all depressed and stuff whenever one of us mentions the Italian brothers." Best lie ever.
Francis hugged Gilbert. "That is so sweet of you Gilbert!" He turned to Antonio. "So you're going to do it?"
Antonio shook his head. "Never. No way. Not in a million years. I will never, ever, ever date that prick even if you payed me."
Francis raised an eyebrow. "Every man has his price Antonio." Francis pulled out his wallet and took out five hundred dollars. "I'll pay you five hundred dollars every time you go out with him."
Antonio would be lying if he said he wasn't a little tempted by the money, but even he had wouldn't stoop that low. "Sorry Francis, but there's no way I'd ever go out with him. I may be a little slow, but I'm not stupid. Besides if I accepted your money I'd feel like a prostitute or a hostess."
Gilbert didn't want to do this but he had no choice. "New Year's Eve last year."
"You aren't bringing that up again are you?" Asked Antonio.
"You were stoned, hit on a chick and I had to jump in and save you. I had a broken leg and a busted nose. You owe me big time."
"That's right Antonio!" Said Francis. "And think of this money as compensation for whatever in injury that Lovino might do to you."
Antonio sighed. "There's no getting out of this is there?"
"No." Said Francis and Gilbert in unison.
Antonio sighed and pocketed the money in Francis's hand. "If I get killed." He said. "I want a fancy funeral."
Lovino was once again standing outside the guidance councillor's office. He didn't even do anything wrong this time. All he did was point out that he couldn't understand Shakespeare. Which did sound an awful lot like; "Why the fuck do we have to learn about some fucking play that doesn't even sound it's in any fucking language? I'd rather eat that fucking British guy's cooking."
"Fuck my life." He muttered.
"Excuse me. Is this the guidance councillor's office?"
Lovino rolled his eyes and looked up at the Spanish man looking down at him. "What the hell do I look like?" Lovino asked. "A fucking information booth?"
"I'll take that as a yes then." He stood next to Lovino and smiled. "I'm Antonio by the way."
Lovino rolled his eyes. "Does it look like I give a fuck? You stupid basted."
Lovino expected Antonio to be offended or at the very least shut up but what Antonio did next surprised him. He laughed. "Oh you're funny Lovi I know you care."
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why the fuck did you call me Lovi?"
Antonio shrugged. "Gilbert and Francis are going with the theory that I was dropped on my head when I was born. And I called you Lovi because I thought that was what your brother called you."
Lovino was fuming. "Only my brother can call me Lovi you stupid basted."
"Sticks and stones Lovi." Said Antonio. "So why are you here?"
Lovino gritted his teeth and crossed his arms. "Like hell I'd tell a fuck wit like you."
Antonio laughed again. "Well I'm here because I wasn't paying attention in science and knocked over a Bunsen burner. I almost set Gilbert on fire."
Lovino smiled. "Albino basted probably deserved it anyway." He looked up at Antonio. "What the fuck are you smiling at?"
Antonio was beaming from ear to ear. "You should smile more often. If you did people wouldn't think you're that much of an asshole."
Lovino scowled and flipped Antonio off, just as the door opened and out walked Ivan. "You're up next Lovino." He said with a creepy smile. Lovino huffed and went inside.
As soon as the door closed and Ivan was gone Antonio sat down on the ground and sighed. "This is never going to work." He said. "Lovino is too much of a dick."
Later that day Ludwig was in the library helping Feliciano out with his science homework, because no offence but… Feliciano is an idiot. They weren't getting very far with it either because as I previously stated Feliciano is an idiot. "Ve, I'm sorry Ludwig." He said. "I just don't understand it."
Ludwig shrugged. "I know it's a bit hard but it's something that we have to learn. Try this question out." Feliciano nodded and looked down at the question with determination in his eyes. He quickly started to scribble down the question into his workbook. Ludwig couldn't help but look at Feliciano's face; his eyes were determined but a little confused, his eyes wandered down to his lips, wrapped around the end of a pen. A hot feeling began to form in the pit of Ludwig's stomach. He wanted to reach over and pull Feliciano into his arms and kiss him repeatedly. But he knew he couldn't for three reasons; firstly there was no way he could ever be that bold, secondly Feliciano might not feel the same way about him, and finally he didn't feel like getting killed by the Italian mafia today.
"Bonjour mon peu d'italien." Called Francis as he stood over Feliciano. "What are you doing here in this dusty old library?"
Feliciano smiled at Francis. "Hi Francis. Ludwig is helping me with my science homework."
Francis? Thought Ludwig. Was this the same Francis that just wants to have a one night stand with Feliciano? Ludwig couldn't help but feel a little pissed off at his presence.
Francis looked over at Ludwig and gasped. "Ludwig… as in Gilbert's brother? That Ludwig?"
Ludwig sighed and nodded. "Ja, Gilbert is my older brother."
"You look nothing like him." Said Francis. "Anyway, do you want to hang out after school Feliciano?"
"Sorry Francis." Said Feliciano. "But I've already made plans with Ludwig. He's coming over to my house to help me with even more homework."
Francis gave Ludwig a you're dead to me look before smiling happily at Feliciano. "Oh well, maybe next time." Francis turned and exited the library.
Later that night Antonio and Francis were hanging out in Gilbert's apartment. Antonio and Francis were miserable. "How could you guys do this to me?" Asked Antonio. "How could you be so mean? I never want to hang around someone so… so… so feral again."
"What about me?" Asked Francis. "I asked Feliciano to hang out but he said he had already made plans with Ludwig! Can you believe that? Didn't they only meet yesterday?"
Gilbert was happily smiling at the comment Francis made. It was nice that he was helping his brother out with his love life, but he was a little ticked off that Antonio was complaining about Lovino so early. If Antonio backed out of this now no one would ever be able to be with Feliciano.
"Why don't you concentrate on something you like about Lovino?" Asked Gilbert. "Then every time he acts like a douche bag you just think of that and it won't seem so bad."
Antonio sighed and looked up at the roof. "Fine. Whenever he insults me I'll just remember when he smiled."
"That's the spirit." Said Gilbert. He then turned to Francis who was still acting depressed. "And you. Stop acting like an idiot. Feliciano has shot you down like that before, although he doesn't realise he is doing most of the time."
"I know Gilbert." Whined Francis. "But this is the first time he's done it because he's made plans with someone who isn't part of his family or the bloody Italian mafia." Francis rested his face in his hands and sighed. "Dose Feliciano like your brother or something? Or is it the other way around?"
Gilbert thought for a second. He wasn't one hundred precent sure if Ludwig wanted him to spread the word that he was flying under the rainbow flag just yet. "Not sure." Said Gilbert. "Either way I don't care. Who knows, if Antonio can go out with Lovino it might become a race to see who can get with Feliciano first."
Suddenly Francis's eyes lit up and he jumped up. "Oh course it's now a race, he is my competition and since this race involves love I will always win! I'll definitely get Feliciano in bed before your brother dose."
"I… I don't think you could call my brother your competition."
The door creaked open and Ludwig came in. "Bruder. I'm back." He called. Gilbird immediately flew over to Ludwig and began to chirp incessantly.
"West is back." Said Gilbert happily. "How was your day?"
"It was fine I guess. Oh I didn't realise you had friends over." Ludwig sat on the couch next to Gilbert, who immediately wrapped his arm around his Ludwig's shoulder.
"Let's see you already know Francis and that sad looking Spaniard is Antonio. He's the one who I told you owed me a huge favour." Ludwig gave Antonio a sympathetic look. "So how was your afternoon?"
Ludwig sighed. "Where do I begin? Rome stuck a gun in my face a soon as I walked through the door. Then he practically forced me to eat his cooking. It wasn't that bad actually. Then Feli and I started doing homework, than Lovino came home and tried to kill me with a text book."
Gilbert raised an eyebrow question. "Did you just call Feliciano… Feli?"
Ludwig nodded. "He insists that we are best friends and he just asked me to call him Feli."
Gilbert began to laugh as he pinched Ludwig's cheek. "Feliciano so has a crush on you." At that remark both Ludwig's and Francis's faces turn bright red.
"I think you are mistaken Gilbert." Said Ludwig.
"Totally." Said Francis. "There is no way a little cutie like Feliciano would fall for such a scary German."
There was an unsettling silence. It was only broken when Antonio crawled up into a ball on the ground and started chanting. "Remember the smile. Remember the smile. Remember the smile. Remember his god dammed smile."
~~~~~ Meanwhile ~~~~~
"Damn it Feli." Growled Lovino. "Why was that potato basted over again?" He was pacing Feliciano's room while Feli sat on his bed with his head hanging low. "I should have knocked him unconscious and left him in under a bridge somewhere."
"You wouldn't really do that would you Lovi?" Asked Feliciano sheepishly. In all honesty he really liked Ludwig; he was really smart, kind and he looked really handsome. He especially liked hugging Ludwig because he could kind of feel his muscles through his shirt.
Lovino rolled his eyes at Feliciano. "Damn it Feli, you're almost as annoying as that idiotic basted I met today."
Feliciano tilted his head in question. "Ve? What was his name?"
"Antonio or some shit like that." Said Lovino as he kicked one of his brother's plushies across the floor. "Fucking basted just laughed at me and told me I should smile more."
"But you should smile more Lovi." Said Feliciano as he picked up a large stuffed dog and rubbed his face into its fur. "You frown too much. If you smiled more it would be easier for you to make friends." Lovino's eye twitched. Damn it all, if there was one thing he really hated it was his brother trying to give him advice.
Lovino flipped his brother off and walked out of his room. "Fuck this." Lovino walked down stairs, grabbed a jacket and walked out the door. He needed to calm down and clear his head. He didn't pay any attention to the dark clouds that were slowly rolling in, or the fact that the sun was setting.
Antonio was walking back to his house after his not so helpful chat with Gilbert and Francis. It was beginning to rain, but luckily Antonio had been smart enough to carry an umbrella with him. The rain slowly drizzled down at first but it soon started to bucket down. "Remember the smile." He muttered. "Remember the smile… I'm doing this for Francis and Gilbert. They would do the same thing for me… Maybe." He looked down at an empty can that just happened to be lying on the pavement. Antonio clenched his teeth and kicked it while yelling. "Remember his god dammed smile"
He watched the can fly through the air and hit someone on the head. "What the fuck?" Antonio knew that voice. The guy he hit in the head with the can turned around; thick jacket absolutely drenched, jeans also soaked, brown hair plastered to his face, except for that one random curl that refused to flatten out like the rest of his hair, huge honey amber eyes that seemed to glow with anger and surprise, with one scowl to match. Yes it was Lovino. Antonio was surprised at how cute, was that the right word? Probably. He was surprised at how cute the little Italian looked out in the rain. "Oh fuck." Said Lovino. "It's you again."
TBC
Shinigami-cat: What will happen next? Who knows? Who knows? But what do you think will happen next?
