A/N: A CHAPTER SO SOON? WHAT IS THIS MADNESS?
No. I got inspiration and I was afraid if I didn't go with it, this chapter would have never been written. So… yeah. CHAPTER TWO. EVERBODY DANCE 8DD
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, The James Joyce, OR ANNY. I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT LAST CHAPTER. She belongs to my best friend, Erika, (BrokenBridges) and we felt the need to have her in this story. Antoinette Marie is her OC, and therefor is not mine. OxO
"Bailamos - let the rhythm take you over Bailamos! Te quiero, amor mio – Bailamos! Wanna live this night forever – bailamos! Te quiero, amor mio…Tequiero~*"
Lovino was absolutely furious by the time the song was over.
His face was beat red, and his eyes hurt from glaring at the man who sang. His chest was constricted at the amount of anger surging through it.
Yup. Completely pissed.
"Ve! He sings so well!" Feliciano sipped on his soda that he had to have in a wine glass, his lidded-eyes trained on the direction of the singer. The song was over, and as he made his way through the crowed, everyone cheered and clapped his back. What was so great about this stupid guy? He wasn't even wearing shoes! Lovi sipped his *Limoncello, fuming. He was really starting to hate Spain.
"Yo! Toni!" Emerald's voice was high-spirited and giddy and loud as she gestured towards our table, "Come 'ere! I want you to meet a friend of mine."
"His name is Toni?" Roma looked over to the man and Anny smiled,
"Mhmm. He's our newest attraction. Name's Antonio Carriedo. Everyone loves him! I swear, some of our regulars only come to hear him sing." She leaned over slightly, a thin blush creeping on her face, "That and the fact he's got a great ass." Humming, she swooped away to wait another table, causing Emmy to laugh,
"Well, his ass is the only reason she comes to work." Anny's voice traveled from somewhere behind the bar,
"I deny nothing!" Not a moment later, Antonio burst through the crowd, his shirt billowing in an unforeseen breeze. His skin seemed to almost… glow in the florescent lights. The sight made Lovino sick to his stomach.
"Emmy!" He walked to the girl, his voice resonating with a strong Spanish accent, leaning in and kissing her cheek, "How are you tonight? It feels like I have not seen you at all!" She laughed, flapping her wrist,
"I'm fine, I'm fine. But, there's someone here I want you to meet. You've heard me talking about Roma Vargas, right?" The man smiled brightly, looking to the men,
"Si, si! Of course! Emmy talks so much about you!" Roma smiled as well, holding his hand out,
"A pleasure." He chuckled, "You have a wonderful singing voice, Mister Carriedo." Antonio shook his head,
"I'm flattered, but it's not that great." He turned to the younger boys, his expression curious. Lovino couldn't help but notice that when Antonio looked at him, the corners of his mouth twitched ever so.
"Guys," Emerald, keen on saving the day, smiled and put her hand on the Spanish man's arm, "This is Toni. Toni, this is Feliciano and Lovino. Roma's grandsons." Antonio held out his hand to Feli first, that smile never leaving his lips,
"Very nice to meet you both." When he held out his hand to Lovino, the boy simply stared at it, raised his brow, then gave a scrutinizing glare to the Spaniard. If he expected Lovi to actually shake his hand, he was greatly mistaken.
"Lovino, show some respect." Roma's voice was laced with authority, but Lovi could care less. He was not shaking this dude's hand.
Imagine where it had been!
Disgusting.
"Emerald, where's the bathroom in this place?" Lovino looked to the ginger, causing her to blink and point towards the side of the bar,
"Uh, through that door. Men's is on the left." Lovino stood form his chair, walking by Antonio and the girl without even blinking. He disappeared within the crowed.
"Ve…~ Fratello doesn't mean to be so rude, Mister Toni." Feli smiled softly at him, "He's just grumpy today~" Antonio laughed,
"Oh, good! I thought it may have been me." Emerald chuckled, looking through a little notepad in her hands. Antonio, suddenly remembering something, looked around the bar,
"Ah, Emerald? Where is Francis?" She blinked for a moment before nodding towards the door,
"Ann fell victim to his hands again. He's probably sulking under the awning." Antonio nodded before running off towards the door. Roma blinked at the girl,
"That blond man that Antoinette threw out, he is Toni's friend?" Emerald laughed,
"One of his best friends. There's a third one that pops in every once in a while, but he travels a lot, so it's every other week." She thought for a minute, "Actually, he should be here around Wednesday. Not that it really matters. The whole town knows when Gilbert's here."
Antonio came back to the group with his arm wrapped around a very drunk blond man, the one from before. He slurred angrily in a string of French before Emerald knelt in front of him, lifting his head,
"Fraaaaanciiiis? You with me buddy?" The man nodded gently, a small smile gracing his lips,
"Ai-je oublié la chanson*?" Emerald nodded,
"Vous avez fait. Voulez-vous du café*?" The man nodded, his head lolling onto Antonio's thigh. Emerald chuckled and stood, gaining a quizzical stare from Roma,
"Emerald. Since when do you speak French?" The girl winked, backing up to move to the bar,
"You learn a few things when you run a pub." As she walked away, Toni pulled the man named Francis towards the wall, leaning him up against it, and pushing his legs in so he wouldn't trip anyone. Feli looked down to the men, his brows knit with curiosity,
"Ve… Is he going to be okay?" Toni nodded, smiling,
"Si. Francis gets drunk fairly quickly." Said man looked up at Feliciano from the floor, his pearl-blue eyes sparkling brightly,
"Ohh! What a pretty woman~" He tried to stand, failing and falling against Toni, "Oh~ So pretty~" The French radiating from his voice mixed with the drunken slur was almost incomprehensible to naked ears. Feli, naïve as he was, simply giggled. Roma shook his head.
Lovino came waltzing back to the table, his expression blank and eyes trained on Feliciano. Hell, if he had to look at something, it might as well be his brother.
"Ve, fratello! This is Francis!" Feli smiled to the blond, "He's Toni's friend. And very, very drunk."
"Ohhh~ Ze pretty lady speaks~" Lovi cocked a brow, finally giving in and eyeing the man. He recognized him from earlier.
"Did he just call you a lady?" Feli nodded, giving a tiny little giggle,
"He's very funny." Toni chuckled from the floor,
"I'm sorry for anything he may say. He's not… ah… usually like this." Lovi rolled his eyes and took a long gulp from his drink. Stupid Spanish guys and their stupid French friends. No one likes the French anyways.
"Ohhhhhh how ze pretty laadieeessssss make me feeeeeeeel so preetttyyy~" The drunk man began to sing, his voice rough and loud. Lovi cringed while Feli laughed, causing Toni to join in. Looking around, Lovi then realized Roma had disappeared. Great. Left with the idiots.
Francis attempted to stand once more and this time actually managed to lean against the wall and hoist himself up. He smiled down at Feli and eyed the unmanageable curl that always seemed to stick out off the side of his head. He reached forward tentatively, his smile flirtatious,
"I feel preeettyyy~ oh so prettyy~ But not as pretty as this lady is right heeereee~" He toyed with the curl, causing Feli to freeze then break out into a small panting. His face flushed and he bit his lip to contain a moan. Lovi stood up and pushed the Frenchman back, causing him to giggle hysterically and fall to the floor. Antonio simply pursed his lips and stared at the blond man. Lovi growled,
"Don't fucking touch my brother, perv." Emerald came back to the small group with a cup of steaming coffee in her hand, a perfect brow raised as she took in the scene,
"…Do I want to know?"
"Ve~ Francis thought I was a girl! He was singing!"
"…We need a drinking limit in this place." She sighed, smiling, and placed the cup on the table, urging Toni to help her lift the Frenchman. Once seated back against the wall, she handed him the coffee mug and he drank it sip by sip.
"Hey, Em, do we have any more— Who let him back in here?" Anny stood almost horrified at the edge of the bar, her eyes trained on Francis. Lovino cocked a brow as Emerald blushed,
"Ahaha... I did? Oh, come on Ann, Toni wanted to see him!" The black-haired woman turned her attention to Antonio before pointing a finger at the ginger,
"I told you to keep him out of here! My ass does not like having hands all over it!" Emerald pulled a dramatic face and pointed back at the woman,
"You lie!"
"Emerald!" The green-eyed woman groaned before turning to the boys,
"Do you guys care if Francis stays?" Antonio smiled,
"Not at all." Feli giggled,
"Ve~ He's funny! I like him~" She turned to Lovino who simply leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms,
"I don't even wanna be here." She looked at him before smiling,
"I'll take that as a no. See, Ann? Francis is wanted here!" The other woman sighed and ran her hand along her face,
"Alright, fine. Whatever. But I swear to the higher power if he comes near me—"
"I won't let him." Toni smiled up at her from her floor as he held the mug for Francis. She hesitated for a minute before nodding,
"Alright. But I ain't bringing him home. One of ya'll can do it." She began to walk away before turning once more, "By the way, your fans want an encore, T." The Spanish man nodded before standing and placing Francis's mug on the table,
"He shouldn't move for a while, so is it alright if he stays with you two while I sing?" Feli nodded happily,
"Si, fratello and I don't mind!"
"I happen to mind a lot." Lovi glared daggers at the brunette, "I'm not here to babysit your drunk, Spaniard." Antonio looked into the man's darkened amber eyes before smiling,
"Then why are you here?" Lovino didn't answer. He continued to glare at him until finally, the other man smiled, "I won't be long. Relax, enjoy the show."
He walked towards the front of the room, leaving Feli and Lovino to themselves. Well, Francis was on the floor as well, but the poor soul was too close to sleeping to care.
"Ve… Fratello, you should really be kinder to Mister Toni." Lovi looked at Feli from the corner of his eye,
"Why should I?"
"Because," Feli's smile was both sad and regretful, the latter for reasons lost on Lovino's mind, "He's done nothing wrong to you. Nor to me." He reached over to place a small hand on Lovi's arm, "Grandpa Roma always told us to be kind to others. Be unto others as you would have them be unto you." Lovi sighed,
"Yeah… Whatever." The crowd erupted into cheering and cat calls as Antonio sat back on the stool, the microphone pressed to his lips. He looked out over the crowd with a smile,
"So, what should I sing now?" Everyone yelled out song names, all cheering and pumping their fists in the air. Lovino rolled his eyes and growled angrily.
Yeah. Like he was gonna be nice to this guy.
Right.
*"Bailamos - let the rhythm take you over Bailamos! Te quiero, amor mio – Bailamos! Wanna live this night forever – bailamos! Te quiero, amor mio…Te quiero~" : We dance- Let the rhythm take you over- we dance! I love you, my love - We dance! Wanna live this night forever- we dance! I love you, my love... I love you~
* Limoncello: an Italian alcoholic drink.
* "Ai-je oublié la chanson?" : Did I miss the song?
* "Vous avez fait. Voulez-vous du café?": You did. Do you want coffee?
And, for anyone that doesn't know, Fratello is Italian for 'brother.'
A/A/N: AAAAND CHAPTER TWO. It's pretty filler, and time's moving all slow, but I needed this chapter to advance relationships and understanding of characters.
And I totally just realized Roma died like, halfway into this. ….he found a pretty woman.
…yeah.
Anyways, review? Spain'll bailamos for you…~