Chapter 2

The next day, Antonio was off from work, because it was Saturday. His friends, Gilbert and Francis, were coming over, but not for a while, so he decided to sleep in. They got there earlier than expected though, and by nine o' clock, they were banging on his door loudly, shouting his name.

"Antonio! An-to-ni-oooooo! Open the door, would ya? Your awesome friends, Gilbert and Francis, are here to see you, like we promised! C'mon, Antonio!" Gilbert yelled, his voice loud and booming enough to eventually break through the sound barrier. He continued knocking and shouting for about ten minutes before a crowd of angry neighbors began to form, and he succeeded in waking up a very angry Italian in the apartment next door.

"Hey Gilbert, you bastard! If that's you, can you please, please, do me, and everyone else in this building a favor and shut the hell up?!" he yelled through the door. "Me and Feliciano are trying to sleep here!" Antonio continues to sleep deeply, for the previous day's long hours had worn him out, not hearing the commotion and loud shouts. Gilbert, however, heard the voice, and recognized it.

"Lovino? Is that you?" He asked the door next to his friend's. the voice that he'd heard sure sounded like his brother's boyfriend's brother's voice, and he did know his name… but he wanted to be sure. Lovino sighed, rubbing his temples exasperatedly on the other side of the door.

"Yes, you stupid moron, it's me, Lovino, in the flesh and bones right in front of you, about to rip your goddamn throat out for waking me up this damn early on a Saturday. Now if you'd do me a kindness, and get out, shut up, leave forever, go kill yourself, anything. Just don't make any more noise!" he shouts at him, swinging the door open to show to the full extent of how angry he is, mouth threatening to froth at any second. Gilbert simply replied, "When did you move here? Oh, while you're here, West wanted me to tell you to tell Feli to stop calling him at strange hours. Make sure you tell him that for me." He then turned away and began his racket again, pounding away at the door, shouting "Antonio! Get your lazy ass up and open the door! Your neighbors sure are getting cranky! Francis and I are waitin'!"

The Frenchman, who up until now had remained relatively quiet, piped up, "Oui, mon ami, we have been waiting quite long, and although it is a pleasure indeed to have seen your adorable little neighbor, I am growing impatient! ~"

Antonio, having finally heard the noise, padded sleepily to his door, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Si?" he asked, opening the door. "Oh. Francis. Gilbert. You're early." He said.

"Yeah, and they've woken up nearly the entire goddamn building! Antonio, tell your dumbass friends to keep their mouth closed and stop making such noise!" Lovino shouted as a very sleepy Feliciano also made his way to the doorway as well, trying to see what all the yelling was about. Rubbing his eyes, he looked up to see Gilbert and Francis, and was overcome with immediate joy.

"Gilbert! And big brother Francis! You're here! Have you come to visit me and Lovi?" he said, suddenly not sleepy and ignoring the hand of his brother trying to pull him back into the house. His efforts were futile, though, as Lovino nearly threw him inside and slammed the door, for the second time in twenty four hours, causing a long whine to be heard from their side of it from Feliciano. The Spaniard was laughing uneasily, still trying to calm his rowdy friends, but the German wasn't having it. Recognizing the face, he walked back over to the door that the Italian twins shared and called out "Feliciano!"

The younger opened the door up tentatively; for fear that his brother would slam it shut again. He didn't, but you could still hear a growl escape from his lips. Upon seeing Feliciano, Francis was enthralled. "Feliciano! Long time no see, non?" Francis said, walking over to the apartment door and wrapping the younger Italian boy in a hug. "And you as well, Lovino." He said, resisting the urge to do the same.

"Well, Feliciano, yes and no," Gilbert stated, answering his question from before. "We actually came to visit our friend Tonio over here, but since we finally know where you live, we can all hang out together, all the time!" Gilbert exclaimed, earning groans from the crowd still formed outside of their door. With this, Feliciano looked excitedly at Lovino, eyes bright and happy. "Can we, Lovi? Can we, can we, can we, pleeeeeeeease?" he begged.

"B-but I'm not dressed yet, and I haven't even had a chance to brush my-!" he shouted, as he was forcefully dragged into the apartment next door, earning sighs of relief as the door finally shut behind the rowdier two as well. The crowd dispersed, to salvage what was left of the Saturday morning.

Antonio wasn't dressed either, and he stood awkwardly in his boxers and white t-shirt. He smiled another uneasy smile, letting in his neighbors who he still didn't know very well. "Hola," he greeted the two who sat down on his couch, followed by his two older friends. "So, you are… Feliciano?"

"Si, I am~! And this is my big brother, Lovi!" he replied, nudging his older brother in the ribs with his elbow. Lovino, eyes glued to the ground at this awkward position, muttered, "We've met, doofus," causing his brother's eyes to go wide.

"Yes, your… brother? And I met by accidentally bumping into each other on the bus…" Antonio explained nervously, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

"More like 'accidentally' struck up pointless and annoying conversation," Lovino added. "It's not like we're friends or anything." He shifted nervously in his seat, for Francis was eyeing him up and down like a starving man to a turkey sandwich.

Antonio laughed at this. "I suppose that I was—and still am—curious about you, Lovino. So, tell me about yourselves? How do you two know Gilbert? What do you work as?" he cocks his head in his friend's direction.

Lovino sighed. "Well, my idiota fratellino is dating his bastardo brother," he stated simply, jabbing his thumb toward Gilbert with a scowl. "So it only makes sense that we know him too—a little bit too well for my liking. And as for our jobs, I'm an art teacher and Feli is a chef at a small restaurant downtown. He loves to cook." Feliciano nods vigorously.

"Ah, that is very interesting! What do you like to draw, Lovi?" Antonio asks, leaning forward a bit further towards Lovino, causing a crimson red blush to dust his cheeks. He was quite interested to know more about the two—well, mainly Lovino—considering that they were sitting right on his couch. "And what is your restaurant called, Feliciano?"

Lovino swallowed dryly. "I draw… a lot of things. Tell him about your restaurant, Feli…" to which Feliciano happily obliged, going into a long ramble about all of the different kinds of pasta that was served there before Francis cut him off.

"Well, it is a good thing that we came to visit today, non? Otherwise we would have never found out where you two lived!" He smiled, causing Lovino to visibly seem to shrink further in his seat.

"Yeah, that's right!" Gilbert boomed. "West never tells me anything, so whenever we want to visit, we can't."

Antonio sighed, not really wanting his friends to be visiting him unexpectedly all of the time, causing a repeat of what happened this morning. At this rate, he'd be evicted from his apartment within weeks. "We'll see," he stated simply.

A few hours went by, all five of them chatting like old friends, and it was soon time for the German and Frenchman to leave.

"Crap, I've gotta go," Gilbert said reluctantly, picking up his phone to receive a very angry text from Ludwig, "looks like West found the prank that I left for him."

"Is it really that bad?" Francis whined, not wanting to leave either.

"Yeah… apparently that stupid Austrian fell for it as well. God, I do not want to face the frying pan again. So, I guess, we'll be going." He walks out the door, dragging Francis with him. Antonio sighed happily at their leaving; he was exhausted.


"Well, thank Dio that they're gone! How can you call that wine bastard and that potato bastard your friends?" Lovino exclaims, stretching from his position on the couch and trying to rouse his brother, who had fallen asleep. "Well, we should get going as well. Feli has to work and I have class. We'll be seeing you, I guess."

"Ah, okay! Wait, do you mind if I go with you? I'm curious to see what—and who—you teach." Antonio says, rising from his chair to follow them.

"I teach kids. At the rec center. And adults on Thursdays. But today's not Thursday. I-I guess you could come, intruding bastard, but you better be ready in an hour or I'm leaving you."

"Don't worry, I'll see you then!" Antonio replied happily, shutting his door and making his way to the shower.