Today, I'm leaving

Rating: M

WARNING: Langage, alcohol and kisses between crack pairings.

Disclaimer: I only own my dignity.

A/N : Hi every one! I'm so happy that people are actually reading this story :P I hope you're ready for a roller coster of emotions, cuz Lovi is hard to catch ;) Basicaly, the story starts here.

I forgot to tell something in my AN of the first chapter, this story was a gift to Niniel Kirkland, a Belgian writer on Fanfiction :) (thank you Nini-chan for the idea of this fic :P)

Without furder ado: here's the chapter two!

Chapter 2: Hatred

I feel my heart stops beating. Under a big 'Happy birthday Lovino' banner, are all the persons the society wants me to call 'friends'.

My stupid brother, the Bitch with the Frying Pan of Doom, Lilly, Femke the Belgian Beer Vacuum, the Potato Bastard, the Piano Bastard, the Tea Bastard, the Beard Bastard, the Stupid Commie, the Boring Otaku, the Ikea Bastard ...

They're all here ...

Except one person.

(Well, two person if you consider the Burger Bastard as a human being ...)

Antonio isn't here.

It's funny how it's the first thing that comes to my mind. Then I notice that the room is dead silent. I think they're waiting for me to react ...

I frown and get ready to yell at them when the doors opens behind me and someone tackle me from behind, sending us both on the ground and crushing me with a bear hug.

"Lovi~! ¡Buenos cumpleaños!"

I tense. Just like every time, my skin is burning everywhere he's touching me. All that heat ... It can only comes from the hatred I feel for him right now ...

"You stupid bastards" I yell at all of them while getting up.

They clap their hands as if I've done something funny, then most of them throw themselves on the booze that's waiting for them on the table.

I feel Antonio hugging me again, this time tighter, and I get away from him to headbutt him in the chest. He collapses and manages to take me in his fall, which makes him laugh and ruffles my hair.

I hear the Albino Bastard laughing like a madman on top of me, and get up for the second time in a row. I then realize that Matthew just whispers something to him (actually, knowing him, I'm pretty sure he hadn't whispered but had said it with his usual tone).

"What's so fucking funny?" I ask them with eyes I want intimidating.

"Kesesese, it's just that I was thinking about what I told you when you were asking yourself why had Antonio locked you outside ..."

"What did you tell him?" asks Antonio, putting his arm around my shoulder and leading me to the sitting room.

Naturally, I shove him off and make a step backward. If Gilbert open his fucking mouth, I tear off is balls with a yo-yo (that's possible, damn it!). I offer him the most intimidating stare I know, and he smirks at me.

"Nah," he says, "I prefer to keep that to blackmail ya' later ... And I even have Birdie as a witness ... It was his idea after all ..."

I kick him in the shin, and turn around when I hear someone call my name.

"Vargas-san?"

"Hm? What's up Otaku Bastard?"

The Otaku Bastard is quite nice. My brother considers him as his best friend, but I find him way too calm and boring as shit ...

"I brought a present for you."

He bows and hands me a gift. I hope it's something interesting! Antonio immediately asks me to open it, and I notice that Matthew and the Albino Bastard are also waiting for it.

The gift is a light box. I tear of the gift wrap and my jaw hit the floor when I finally understand what it is. Gilbert bursts out laughing, Matthew blushes, Antonio seems interessed, and Kiku hides his face in his hands, telling that it was Francis idea.

Here in my hands.

A box of condoms.

Tomato flavor.

What the fuck am I supposed to say? As useful this 'present' may be, I can't just take it to my room, damn it!

"Er ... Thanks?"

Why am I even thanking him ... I swear I'm way too nice ...

Behind me, the albino won't shut up and laughs like it could heal cancer. Before he can make any comments, I headbutt him in the chin, sending him into Matthew's arms who's glaring at me.

"Hallo, Birdie!" says Gilbert stroking his cheek.

Now crimson, Matthew starts to stutter in every languages he knows. I fold my arms and put the condoms on the cupboard next to me. It's not as if I was gonna use it anyway ...

Antonio serves me a glass of 'Pisang Orange' and I look at him not impressed.

"Why that look, Lovi? You're in the age to drink alcohol now!"

"Tsk!"

I take the glass angrily, both satisfied and flustered. Satisfied because I can now legally drink, and flustered because I know that 'Pisang' is a girly drink that only Femke drinks.

Antonio sits next to me, and I look at the opposite way.

"So?" he asks, "How's the party?"

"Why did you have to do that, dammit?! I just wanted to come home and fucking lay down!"

Lies, all I wanted was leaving and never see that douche face again.

"Oh~, but Lovi, you can't do that on your twenty first birthday! That would be such a waste~! But ... Were you surprised?

He smiles to me, and I can feel my cheeks heat up. Again that hatred overflowing me! Why do I have to hate him that much? I turn my hands into fists and take a sip of my drink. Damn, that's good! ... I hate myself for having fucking thought that !

"Lovi?"

"I wasn't surprise, I fucking saw it coming from Mexico with sombreros and fucking tacos!"

"Huh ? Why would you say that Lovi? I'm Spanish, not Mexican, ahahaha~!"

As usual, he is completely obvious to my lie ... How could that NOT be a surprise? I mean, I didn't want it, so ... I mean, it's exactly what the Albino Bastard told me : why would someone celebrate my birth?

"I fucking know your not Mexican, Spanish Bastard ..."

Antonio laugh and winks at me. Suddenly, he comes nearer, and I freeze. I open my eyes wide while his face is coming closer and closer. I feel my heart speeding up. It's now beating way too fast to be healthy. He gets even closer and whispers to my ear :

"You're a big boy- no, a man now ... It's time to be honest with yourself ... Lovino ..."

His way to say my name sends butterflies in my stomach. I admit that I hate it when he calls me "Lovi", but it's worse when he says my name like this!

I feel so much hatred towards him. So much hatred it becomes toxic.

He gets away from me and smiles like nothing happened. Therefore, I punch him him the stomach for making feel so angry. He keeps laughing while holding his belly, and I hear someone cough over me.

I up my eyes to see the Tea Bastard holding a paper bag.

"It's not from me, it's from Alfred."

He fucking throws the bag at me and goes back to drinking in a corner of the room. I guess the Hamburger Bastard hasn't come because of his car crash ... He can't walk anymore, but doctors say it's only temporary. Personally, I don't give a fuck. As long as it doesn't happen to me ...

Or to Antonio ...

I groan at that thought and empty the paperbag on my knees. A small card fall off, with a thin book. I read the card first, feeling Antonio doing the same over my shoulder.

'Happy birthday, Lovino! Freshly published this morning, here's the limited edition of my new book! Enjoy your reading! :DDDD

PS: I know it will please Antonio ... And I'm pretty sure he's reading that note. Seriously, Tonio, let him breathe!'

Alfred is a writer. And currently, all his books are selling pretty good, speaking for most of them about super heroes and damsel in distress. Ok, maybe his books are a little more than 'selling pretty good' ... Damn it, I admit, they're all best sellers ...

I look at the book resting on my lap, and snicker at the cover. A man holding the hand of another one, who're both holding a banner where it's written « Thank you for saving my life ». The title is written in red : The manual of the Tsundere lover.

The word 'Tsundere' surely sounds familiar ... I think I've heard it of Kiku ... I take a look at Antonio (I don't know why I keep fucking doing that, damn it!), and see him blushing and avoiding my gaze.

I return the book and read the summary ... Something about a guy having a car crash and receiving a male assistant who he falls in love with ... Seems dumb, and gay, and stupid and really really gay ...

I open it on the first page and can read below the mention 'biased on a true story' : 'For Arthur, my own little Tsundere, and for Antonio to whom I wish all the luck he needs'

What the fuck does that mean? Good luck with what? Stopping being a hot idiot? Ain't happening ...

Wait?

How have I just called him?

Hot.

Nope, I said 'idiot', you stupid jackass!

Don't be so mean to yourself, Lovi ...

That ... Strangely sounded like Antonio ...

I close the book furiously! 'Cause I'm furious damn it! I chug my Pisang Orange, and ask for mother fucking wine.

Antonio blinks, and get up to get my drink. I smirk. If I'm stuck here, I'm gonna be mother fucking drink, like there isn't a mother fucking morning!

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"A-and just like I'm s-saying, F-Frog there's way too much faggots in our f-friends... Seriously, it's l-like we are gay-magnets ..."

Monstrous Eyebrows has yet again drunk too much ...

I don't know how we all ended sitting on the floor of the living room, but I know that there's a bottle in the center of the room and that we're sitting around it.

It's three a.m. or something. I've puked two times (and one time on the Evil Beard Bastard shoes), and the amount of alcohol in my blood doesn't allow me to move too fast.

It's the first time of my life that I drink that much. I notice that I still can think properly, even though it comes a little slower. I wonder why people act so strangely when they've drunk too much ... I mean it, I can think and I act exactly like usual !

"C'mon, Spin the Bottle!"

Have I just yelled that? Yes, apparently ...

"Lovi! It's your day so go first!"

"Don't tell me what fuck I must do, you moron:"

See? I'm still the same! I spin the bottle and my target is ...

"The Piano Bastard ..."

He becomes as red as a poisoned apple, and I'm pretty sure he's wondering why he has accepted to play with us ... I bet it's because he wants to kiss Eliza ... It must be around two years that he's hitting on her, and by hitting on her I mean that he plays music for her, which is apparently a big deal for that fucktard ...

He walks on his knees to get to me, and I give him a small peck on the lips. I hear the others whistle and clap their hands and get back to my spot on the floor as the Piano Bastard spins the bottle.

This time, it stops on ...

"Francis ..."

Roderich hasn't the chance to breath that Francis is jumping on him and is now kissing him senseless on the ground. We all see the Piano Bastard choke for air until Eliza hits the Evil Beard with her Frying Pan of Doom.

The Piano bastard goes back to his place, pulled by Eliza who's blushing like crazy. I think it has something to do with her weird fantasies ... It's something that everybody know but nobody talk about ...

The Frog Eater grins like a madman, (well, like a French man) and spins the bottle, keeping his gaze on Arthur who sweating with fear. Poor him ... Francis gives me the creeps, I can't figure out what he thinks when he stares at me, and it sends chills down my spine ... Speaking of creepy things, he gives me a dildo for my birthday, saying that it was "while waiting for a real one to shove up my ass". I won't comment on Antonio's reaction.

So, the next victim of the rapist is ...

"No!", screams Francis, "everyone but him!"

People burst out laughing, and I join them, too happy about his fate.

"Remember the rules, Frog", the Eyebrows Monster tells him, "if you don't do it, you'll have Tabasco filling your underwear!"

Francis groans and go to kiss ... Berwald. Tino, who is leaning on his shoulder, gets up. Francis makes two steps forward and Berwald stares at him, freezing the French Frog in his move. Fuck! You should see the face of the rapist! Epic! He's all trembling in front of Berwald scary aura and he gives him a quick peck on the lips. He then runs and hides in Gilbert's arms who's laughing like the dickface he is.

Berwald spins the bottle, and a heavy silence falls in the room. Everybody are watching the spinning bottle, praying for it not to point at them. I cross my fingers and notice Antonio doing the same.

So, the poor victim of Berwald is ...

"T'no."

Everyone sigh with delight while Berwald takes Tino in his arm and kisses him tenderly. And in that heavy silence, all we can here is the light moan escaping from Tino's lips. Eliza and Kiku take their cameras to capture as much pictures as they can.

When they finally set apart, Tino is beet red. I'm impressed by that little guy ... Able to stay near the Ikea Bastard and stuff ...

Tino spins the bottle, and once again everybody hold their breath. I wonder which douchebag will go after the Swede.

Matthew squeaks a little when he sees the bottle pointing at him. His cheeks go pink and his eyes meet Berwald's.

I see Matthew literally melt, trying to become one with the floor. Apparently he's waiting for the Swede's agreement.

"Go f'r it, it's the g'me."

Both trembling and slowly approaching each other, Matthew and Tino kiss quickly.

Most of people are all "Aw~!" as if it was something fucking cute ... I see Gilbert from the corner of my eyes who's making obscene gestures in direction of Matthew who's laughing and rolling his eyes.

The Canadian spins the bottle, but people seem not to notice him. The bottle stops, and I'm feeling like destiny is fucking kidding me.

"No fucking way!" I yell.

"C'mon Birdie ... Come closer ..."

Why Gilbert? Of all the people here, It has to be that bastard! I see him smirking in front of Matthew who has never been as red in his whole life. I can understand Matt ... I mean, being about to kiss the person you love the most on earth must be kinda awkward ... I look at Antonio at that thought.

Wait what? Why am I looking at him? I hate that guy! He turns at me and his emerald eyes fall on my gaze. He whispers :

"Gilbert is head over heels for Mattie for about a year now ..."

Really? That guy is such a douche! Why does he let Matthew be all nervous and stuff !?-

They crawl awkwardly towards each other. I can see the scene in slow motion. They're now on their knees, their faces are at about five centimeters apart ... four ... three ... two ... They stop to look in each other's eyes. Potato-Bastard-Number-Two-and-Probably-Nazy whispers something only for Matthew to hear, who's listening emotionless. The he smiles, and throw himself at Gilbert's neck, kissing him.

Their kiss is chaste at first, but then I see Matthew slightly opening his mouth to deep the kiss down his fucking throat! The others laugh and applause them until Matthew put his hand in Gilbert's hair, and he goes sit on his lap.

There's a big silence while all we're hearing are fucking moans from the two bastards who are licking their face off.

"Oh ... my ... Yaoi!" squeals Eliza.

"Don't you mean 'God'?" ask Roderich.

"Worship your things, I worship mines ..."

"Oookaaay ..." says Antonio. "Well, I suppose they won't separate soon enough ..."

As he says that, Gilbert puts his hand under Matthew's shirt.

"Ve ..." says Feliciano to Lud-Witch, "you've always told me that it was improper to do that in the living room ...'

"My brother has no shame ..."says the Potato Bastard while hiding his face in his hand.

The Tomato Bastard says something, but I'm not listening. I'm saring at the Patato Bastard who has his hand on my Fratello's thigh. Well, there's only one solution : cut his fucking hands.

Knives? Chainsaw? Axe? Spoon?

I look at the bottle on the ground that's pointing at me. Huh? Who did that? Everybody's staring at me. I notice smiles on their faces ... What do they want?

"Who spinned the bottle?" I finally ask.

Big silence ... (except for Matthew and that other guy ...)

"Lovino …"

I turn to the sound of the voice who said y name with so much sensuality. Oh fuck no ... Oh fuck no !

"Oh, fuck no!" I yell.

"But, Lovi! It's the game!"

"I don't give a fuck, I'm not kissing you!"

Why him? Why Antonio? Alcohol makes me emotional and I can tell I'm going to transform in a fucking crying pussy! I don't want it! No way in fucking hell! I hate that guy! I hate all the things he makes me feel! I hate all the things he makes feel to my heart, all those missing heartbeat, all that warmness I feel!

I hate him!

I hate him!

I hate him ...

I ...

"I fucking hate you! I don't want you near me!"

Tears are now rolling on my cheeks. How to stop them? I don't want people to see me like this! I stand up and walk to my room, kicking Gilbert on my way.

I fetch a bottle of wine, decided to drown my rage. The one who'll fucking try to stop me will fucking marry my fucking fist.

A/N : Yay! Chpater two finally out! Sorry for the delay, I was busy with my other fics :3

Thank you for following this story :D

And thanks to that sneaky anon reviewer ;)

I'm still looking for a beta btw ˆˆ

See you next time~! (soon enough hopefully ;P)