Title: Only Good for Sex
Chapter: 2 - Forget
Summary: Lovino should have slapped Antonio's face for saying that.
Warnings: Spamano (AntonioxLovino), Implied GerIta (LudwigxFeliciano), Human Names Used, Foul Language, Drug Use, Attempted Suicide, Darkish Themes, Implied and Eventual Lemon.
Author's Note: Well... Here's the second chapter. Yeah. I'm really tired. Not that you guys care or anything, but I thought I'd just inform you. I'm surprised I had this up so quickly. Like really surprised. What's it been? A few days? I don't even remember. I was half-expecting myself to just abandon this story or something already. Obviously not.
Enjoy chapter 2? Please?
Lovino really should've slapped Antonio's face. That comment hit him hard.
The Italian shifted his feet, "Is that what you think...?"
Lovino didn't let Antonio answer his question; he just pushed himself away from the bench he was leaning over. A muffled sob escaped the younger's quivering lips as he brought up his hands to cover his face. He stormed off towards the bedroom they had previously been in, stopping as he reached the door. If I go in here, Antonio will definitely find me… The Italian thought with a deep frown, I'll have to find somewhere more… Hidden or secluded. Looking to the both of his sides, he found no such place to go. He trod into the bedroom and remembered the bathroom that branched off from it. A slight smile tugged at his lips, despite the tears cascading down his flushed cheeks. His ears perked as he heard the distinct patter of footsteps and the loud call of his name. Quickly retreating to the bathroom, Lovino shut and locked the door, sitting himself in the middle of the tiled floor, the coldness of said floor sending shivers up his spine. Tears continued to roll down his cheeks and landed onto his knees, which were drawn up against his chest.
Antonio regretted saying that comment, no matter how true or false he thought it was.
He wandered aimlessly around the house, checking every room he passed to see where Lovino had hidden himself. When he had checked about half of the rooms, he began to holler out the young Italian's name.
"¿Lovi, dónde estás?" Antonio yelled, turning his head this way and that, desperate to find Lovino. He had almost given up before hearing the slam of a door, hastily making his way to the source of the sound. When he had reached the bedroom, the Spaniard glanced around with a sad frown, huffing quietly to himself.
"Lovi? Are you in there?" He asked to no-one in particular, absent-mindedly leaning against the door to the room where Lovino was hiding. A stifled gasp escaped the Italian's lips as he heard the faint creak of the door being leaned upon. Shaking his head and mouthing cusses, he scrambled on his hands and knees towards the sink. Pressing his back and hands against it, Lovino began to breath quite heavily, his chest still throbbing from his crying. He bit his lip, eyebrows knitting together; he was overreacting about the whole situation.
He shouldn't be crying because of what had been said. He shouldn't be scared to think what Antonio might do. And he most certainly shouldn't be trembling and crying on the bathroom floor.
He should be trying to prove that the idiotic Spaniard was wrong.
But, Lovino couldn't do that. Because he knew Antonio was right. Everything he had previously said was the complete truth, in Lovino's mind anyway.
Before he knew it, his loud and raspy sobs had faded to silent tears. The Italian shuffled around until he was seated on his knees and facing the sink cupboard's door. Antonio had finally knocked on the door, coming to the conclusion that Lovino wasn't just using the toilet or something similar. A grimace appeared across the younger male's face as he heard the smacking of skin against wood. Gripping the handle of the cupboard and opening it slowly, Lovino gulped, mustering up enough strength to talk.
"Sì, I'm in here…" Lovino's scratchy voice made the Spaniard smile slightly, glad to know that the Italian wasn't bluntly ignoring him.
"Escucha, Lovi... Lo siento. What I was saying wasn't that you were only good for sex… I only said it as a joke and thought that you might've taken it a little more lightly…" Antonio mumbled.
A deep frown etched into his features, Lovino shook his head lightly, even though he knew the other couldn't see it. "I can't see why you would joke about that sort of thing… Because you shouldn't joke about the truth…"
"Like I said before, lo siento. I know I shouldn't—Espera... What do you mean? It's not the truth, Lovi…"
"Ma è... You're telling the truth… It is the only thing I'm buono at…"
Antonio fell silent, hearing some rustling from behind the door. Lovino searched for something suitable for what he had planned on doing, breaking the silence as he began speaking again.
"I've never been good at anything… You should know that. Even if sex is the only thing I'll ever be perfect at, I…"
The rest of Lovino's words had been cut off as the Spaniard heard a loud smack against the door, almost startling him. He desperately wanted to rip the handle off of the bathroom door, run in and hug Lovino like there was no tomorrow. However, he was curious as to what the Italian was getting at, wondering if he was just saying what he had said to make the Spaniard feel bad.
Lovino's voice reached Antonio's ears again, this time in a whisper. "I want to ask you something…"
"G-go ahead…" The older male was quite hesitant to reply, but didn't want the Italian feeling like he was being ignored.
"Perché?"
"¿Q-qué?"
"Don't act stupid, Antonio."
"B-but, what are you trying to ask? 'Why', what?"
"Why me?"
Antonio gulped heavily. Why is Lovi asking such an odd question? I'm a bit worried… His mind began to race and, before he knew it, he was spouting out a flurry of emotions tied into words. The Italian was silent as Antonio spoke, which worried said Spaniard immensely.
All Lovino heard was a quiet "Te amo…" before he fell to the ground with a thump.
Translations
¿Lovi, dónde estás? – Lovi, where are you? (Spanish)
Sì – Yes (Italian)
Escucha, Lovi... – Listen, Lovi… (Spanish)
Lo siento – I'm sorry (Spanish)
Espera – Wait (Spanish)
Ma è – But it is (Italian)
Buono – Good (Italian)
Perché? – Why? (Italian)
¿Q-qué? – Wh-what? (Spanish)
Te amo – I love you (Spanish)
So, how was chapter 2? I'm sorry if you guys wanted to know what Lovi grabbed and/or why he just fell to the ground or even what Tonio was saying to Lovi… You'll figure out what happens in the next chapter! For now, though, you can just imagine what was said and done.
Like always, reviews are appreciated and flames will be used to warm up my house, because it's freakin' cold where I live. = - =;