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

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A/N: I know this is late but I'm very upset. Read to my Author's Note at the end and yhu will see why.

Recommended Listening: "I Hate Everything About You" by Three Days Grace

.:Chapter One:.

Leaving

[Antonio]

Sitting at the table once again, Antonio tried to smile as he chatted with his sister despite the hurtful blow she had dealt him the other day. Francis was flirting with his mother and fully in his element when the sound of the screen door opening and closing alerted everyone that someone had come in.

"Papa!" Dana cried as she opened her arms and ran to her beloved father. He smiled, his dark eyes matching hers in joy as he opened his arms to greet her. "Mi hija," he greeted as he rose with her in his arms.

His gaze swept over the room, his smile gone as Dana babbled about her school, friends and other things. Antonio's father, Marquise, stared at all as Dana seemed not to notice how tense the air had gotten.

Antonio was stiff and, seeing this, Francis shifted his attention to his friend who was struggling to raise his eyes from the table. Marquise spoke and his words seemed to wound Antonio which each word. "I see you are home today, son." There was a harsh and somewhat bitten emphasis on the way his father said son and Antonio smiled thinly.

"Si Papa," Antonio replied, repeating his father's action when he addressed the other's relation to him with candy-coated venom. "It is Spring Break so the university I won with scholarships let me off." He cocked his head, his smile seeming more spiteful as he continued. "I brought home a friend, Francis. I met him in my French class."

Marquise's dark eyes flashed at the word French. He knew his son knew his father despised anything related to France since his company had taken a lost against a France-based one. He knew Antonio knew that by bringing home a befriended Frenchman would be an insult to the other.

"Antonio," Marquise growled and Dana finally quit talking and caught her father's words, "Get your things and get out of my house."

"Marquise!" Antonio's mother, Isabella, shouted as Antonio stared back at his father shocked. Dana began to grow afraid as her father snapped at her mother to be quiet. Marquise turned back to a stern-faced Antonio. "Get your things, niño, and get out."

Antonio shoved his way from the table, "Gladly, Marquise." Francis blinked and Marquise glared at him. "You too, you weren't invited with my permission so I want you out as well." Francis' face expressed his anger at being kicked out so rudely but Antonio called him.

"Come on, Francis," the other said calmly, cleverly hiding his emotions under a calm façade while Marquise looked ready to kill if they didn't leave quickly. "We aren't wanted here. I'll pay for us to get a room somewhere." Antonio smiled as he extended his hand and said, "Alright, mon ami?"

Isabella paled as Marquise seethed at how easily French fell off his son's tongue. Francis took the hand with a soft, "Oui." Isabella watched her son go up the stairs and immediately marched to her husband, glaring daggers. "You bastardo," she seethed as she snatched their daughter away. Dana protested but stopped upon seeing her mother's face. "You have just kicked out you only son, on a family vacation no less!"

"I kicked out a traitor to this family," her husband spat and stormed off to take a seat in the nearby beach house's den. "I have done nothing wrong. He should have thought about his presence would have affected the family anyway."

Isabella sucked in a breath to speak but at that moment, Antonio came down with Francis, bags in hand. She spun to see her son smiling at her sadly as he took a breath and waved as he said, "Adios mi madre," as he left with his friend.

Isabella was still for a moment, her green eyes stinging as she held her daughter and her husband, indifferently, turned on the television. A tear escaped her as he heard Antonio's car come to life and drive away outside. Just as she couldn't hear it anymore, her husband turned and said, "Isabella…"

"No, tu carbon!" She screeched and carried her daughter with her as she ran to her room and slammed the door.

She leaned against the door, Dana constantly asking what was wrong and what had just happened. Isabella sobbed as she remembered the day Antonio came home that day:

Green eyes, red and wet, with his chocolate hair disheveled and wind-blown, how she had instantly saw him and knew something was deeply wrong. She had all but leapt at her, sobbing and hiccupping, and begging her in Spanish to make everything better for him.

She hadn't understood yet and had tried to calm him down. She hadn't known what was wrong and what to fix. She looked at him and then gasped at the dark bruise on his cheek. Her mind had instantly wondered who would do such a thing as to hit her baby boy.

She knew he was nothing but the most likable boy at his school and knew he would never start a fight unless he was hit first. Antonio hated fighting though he had taken classes in mixed martial arts since he was young.

She felt a vibration on her leg and saw him dish out his phone, stealing only a glance at the caller ID before he swore in Spanish to her shock and threw the phone at the wall.

The loud crash brought his father into the room where the man had wrongly torn her son from her arms and demanded to know the reason why Antonio had broken his own phone. Antonio had screamed at his father, demanding to know why "a damn phone mattered when he was hurt by someone he cared for".

She had tried to break them apart only to be pushed aside by her husband when he demanded to know who the person was and why Antonio had let them hit him. Jabbing at the bruise, Isabella had tied to intervene once more when Antonio broke down, crying freely, as he confessed about his love.

Isabella tried to shush him to no avail and had a moment of shock when her husband had jumped Antonio and tried to beat him senseless. He yelled at his own son as he tried to hit him and berated him for committing a sin.

It was just as Isabella had pulled her husband away and took her son in her arms and ran up the stairs that she saw Dana, her young daughter nothing more than five while Antonio was nearing fifteen, wiping her brown eyes sleepily and clutching her teddy bear face. "Mi mama…" A yawn, "¿Qué está pasando?"

Isabella snatched her daughter with her too as she heard her husband call out for her as he tried to march upstairs. Isabella ducked into her son's room and locked the door as she cried with her son and Dana began to cry upon seeing her mother and beloved brother cry.

She wouldn't know what happened until she turned eight and eavesdropped on her parents when they argued in their room upon Antonio going off to college.

Marquise had wanted Antonio to go to a religion-based one in their home of New York so his son could "rid himself of his sins" close to home but Isabella was adamant against it. She wanted Antonio to go to the college Antonio wanted, a nice university he'd won on scholarships and his soccer-skills in Europe.

Eventually Isabella won out when she dove into her own money to pay for his trip overseas. She saw him off with Dana but his father never showed up. Not even to say good-bye, Antonio had seen this and things between father to son had been tense ever since.

No matter what Antonio did to make up to his father, Marquise dismissed him by saying, "Have you gotten over him yet?" He would see the reaction brought on by the painful reminder and smirk, "Until you have, do not expect any forgiveness of mine, niño."

Antonio had given up some time later and just proceeded to ignore the other. He stopped calling his father and just wrote his mother and called Dana. Marquise had taken it as Antonio emancipating himself so he cut all ties with his son and stopped giving him permission to come along family vacations.

Antonio had taken it harshly at first, calling and cursing out his father on the phone for near half an hour before suddenly hanging up saying he would see his family when his father "wasn't being a total ass".

It had been a hard total of two years since Isabella had seen her son. And the time she finally did, her husband pushed him away before she could truly indulge in her son's presence.

¿Por qué, Dios," she sobbed as she buried her face in Dana's hair when her husband banged on the door and demanded she open it immediately. "¿por qué hacer esto a mi familia?"

[Lovino]

Lovino was eating out with Feliciano, his spoon of spiced tomato soup about halfway to his mouth when Feliciano began staring at something behind him. Amber eyes were wide as Feliciano just stared. The younger pop artist didn't say anything and Lovino rolled his eyes at his brother.

"What, idiota? He snapped but Feliciano just continuing staring. Lovino waved a hand and Feliciano suddenly blushed as he turned his gaze back to the table and his German wurst and noodles. "Did you say something, Lovino?" he asked as started to eat again.

Lovino heard footsteps behind him but only raised a brow. A voice chuckled and Lovino looked up, and then stared himself but he accidentally let slip as he looked the stranger up and down. "Wow, no wonder you were staring."

Emerald eyes stood out brightly against tanned skin as the stranger smiled sheepishly. Dark shades rested in curly russet hair. "Um, yeah, about that, sorry." Lovino watched as the stranger looked away from him and smiled at Feliciano who looked like he was practically biting down on the spoon in an attempt to keep his mouth shut.

Lovino smirked, as he thought, He doesn't want to say anything to the guy for fear of Ludwig. What a weirdo. He's in the bathroom, you can talk to him just don't flirt with the guy!

Feliciano smiled weakly, "No, I'm sorry, it's wasn't polite of me."

Lovino scoffed as he turned to the man, "Is there something you need?" The stranger took the hint and smiled, "Not anymore, just wanted to apologize. I'm waiting on someone." The stranger frowned as he looked back around for someone. He sighed, "Ah well. Guess he isn't here yet. I asked him to meet me here."

Feliciano felt curiosity and asked, "Who are you looking for?" Lovino raised a brow at his brother's sudden words but didn't say anymore as he caught sight of Ludwig coming into distance behind the stranger.

"Uh," the stranger began as he stood up straight and Lovino inwardly growled as he saw the man was tall and his white T-shirt clung and tan cargo shorts to his well-defined frame. The stranger scratched his head as he put a hand on his hip, obviously a thought gesture.

"Antonio!"

The stranger turned around at his name and Lovino looked behind the stranger and saw Ludwig actually smiling. The blonde German smirked, "Glad you could make it. I haven't seen you since I graduated. How have you been? "

Antonio smiled. A gesture Lovino found he liked as he and Feliciano watched the exchange with interest. They had never met this friend of Ludwig's but it seemed they were close and obviously came from some school together. "Estoy bien, y tú?"

Lovino blinked as he heard Antonio speak Spanish. He found his face dusting slightly as he found he liked that gesture as well. He steeled his face as he turned back to his meal. No, he told himself, no matter who this guy is. I'm not going to let him get to me.

Lovino let the spiced tomatoes singe his tongue as his face reddened, even if he has a nice ass.

Ludwig smiled, "Still holding on to Spanish." He shook his head as he said, "Okay Spanish and Italian are similar. "I believe you said you were fine," Antonio nodded as he grinned and his emerald eyes shone. Ludwig relaxed his shoulders as he smiled again, "I'm fine. I'm actually here with Feli and his brother."

Antonio looked back at the Italian brothers. He looked between them, "So this is Feliciano," he said as he took Lovino's hand and shook it. Ludwig chuckled and Feliciano giggled at Lovino's blush. The red-faced Italian slapped his hand away and tried to continue to eat.

Ludwig clapped Antonio on the shoulder, still amused over Antonio's mistake. "No," he began and turned Antonio to Feliciano who waved happily and smiled. "This is Feliciano."

"Oh-h," Antonio said and then his face darkened as he turned to Lovino. "Lo siento, I'm sorry!" Lovino couldn't stop the red that flooded his face as he forced himself to keep an angry face. In truth, he was amused, not many people could confuse him for his brother because they acted so differently. But then came Antonio and he changed that with one single gesture.

Antonio smiled, "And who might you be?"

Lovino looked him straight in the eye and smiled to everyone's shock but their shock faded somewhat when he said, "Someone who is going to throw the pepper into your face if you don't quit hovering over me."

"Fra-tello," Feliciano whined as his brother rolled his eyes and Antonio blinked confused. "That was mee-an!" Lovino shrugged, "Whatever, like I care." Feliciano looked apologetically at Antonio, "His name is Lovino." Lovino glared at his brother for telling Antonio his name.

Antonio laughed to everyone's shock as something lit up in his eyes. He ruffled Lovino's hair, still laughing, "Good joke, mi amigo. That was funny. You nearly had me."

Lovino slapped his hand away, red coming back to his face, as he snapped, "I'm not your friend and stop messing with my hair!"

Antonio dodged Lovino's hand and chuckled as he stood back. He smiled and waved at Ludwig and Feliciano, "Alright then, I'll be on my way, Ludwig, Feliciano," he smiled even wider, "Lovi~."

Lovino choked on his soup as Antonio turned to leave, "It was good seeing you Ludwig. I hope to see you later!" With that that Spaniard departed and Lovino rounded on Ludwig who started to tell Feliciano to chew his food more softly and ask how good the restaurant's wurst was.

"What the Hell, you potato bastardo," Lovino snarled, "Who the fuck was that?"

Ludwig looked at him, smile fading as he saw the angry Italian. "That was Antonio; he is a friend of mine from high-school and my old college." He turned back to Feliciano, frowning, "Their wurst looks a bit overcooked…"

Lovino fumed at how quickly he was ignored as Feliciano looked up at his boyfriend, "It kinda is but by not much. It's still good."

Lovino snapped, "And when were you going to tell us he was coming?" Feliciano looked at Ludwig, also waiting for an answer. Ludwig didn't even blink. "He called yesterday, saying he was in the neighborhood. I asked if he wanted to meet to eat today but he said he was going somewhere with a couple friends but could drop by a little while."

Feliciano seemed satisfied with the answer and went back to eating. Ludwig started to eat but Lovino snapped, "You told him who we were, he could tell a reporter."

Ludwig sighed around his wurst. He frowned a bit, chewed slowly as he mumbled about the wurst not being as good as home. He replied, "Antonio already knows, he says his sister loves you too, but he doesn't much care for it."

Ludwig shrugged as he began to eat his noodles instead of his wurst. "Besides, I know Antonio, he can keep secrets."

Lovino frowned, "Doesn't care for it…?" Ludwig nodded and Feliciano beamed, "He won't tell on us and get us chased!"

Lovino rolled his eyes and tried to continue eating. He tried to feel better and say to himself that was a good thing. But a small part of him wished Antonio had cared a little more.

Or better yet, he caught himself thinking, he could apologize for caring little with tomatoes at my door.

Lovino choked and Feliciano hurriedly reached over and patted his brother on the back as Lovino's face reddened. "Fratello," Feliciano said, "What's wrong?"

Lovino shook his head as he tried to banish that image of Antonio from his mind. He shoved a spoon of tomato soup in his mouth, cursing as his face continued to redden. No way, he thought, there was no way he was going to say that aloud.

No way in Hell, he thought angrily, and then his expression went from angry to sad as a face appeared in his mind. His movements to eat slowed. Red eyes against a pale smirking face mocked him in his mind as he ate slower. He could almost hear the other smirking, "No fucking way, are you fucking serious Lovino?"

Lovino forced himself to eat calmly, not even knowing his face showed a shadow of his pain. Yes way, he thought as he ate another spoonful. I'm out again and forgetting you. I'm still alive after you.

I'm still alive, he realized as he looked out to the beach. His eyes, unconsciously, found Antonio's head at the beach playing soccer with two blondes.

Lovino threw down his napkin, "I'm done," he said and he smiled a bit as he looked at the beach again. "I'll be over there."

Ludwig raised a brow and looked at the beach and Feliciano smiled and chapped, "Yeah, fratello is going to happy again!" Lovino smiled as he rolled his eyes, "Whatever, Feli."

Feliciano smiled, "He called me Feli, Luddy." Amber eyes found blue ones. "Feli, after all this time, I think he's getting better. It won't be like last time."

Ludwig smiled as he put an arm around the smaller male, "Ja, let's hope not." The blonde German looked out and saw Antonio kick the ball to Lovino who kicked it back. He saw the two blondes and recognized both from college: Francis and Mathew, the strangest couple he had ever met.

"Ja," he repeated, "Lovino is going to be just fine."

But a small part of him made a mental note to call his brother and find out what he had said. Lovino didn't break that easily…

What had Gilbert said to nearly repeat the Incident?

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