Alfred took in deep breaths as his mother drove along the Italian roads, past buildings that seemed to get more expensive as they went. Alfred and his parents had a long discussion yesterday after getting back to their hotel. His mother was outraged, his father was calm. His father had made the most sense, saying Alfred followed the path he knew would lead him to his soul mate. In reality, Alfred just didn't want to miss his trip to Italy, but he guessed it was sort of subconscious. His mother had yelled even more though, about not telling them about it once they had gotten to Italy.
The other part of their conversation was about his soul mate, Lovino. He was clearly older, he must already have a job too. Alfred's mom had said he wouldn't say with Lovino as long as he was under eighteen, and Alfred agreed whole heartedly. Lovino seems nice, but he'd rather graduate high school before jumping off to live in Italy. His mother said, in a very serious tone, that she would speak to Lovino along today. Alfred and his father could do anything during their conversation, but couldn't come in and talk to Lovino until she was done with him. They had no problem with Alfred being with a guy, but his mother wanted to make sure Lovino got scared of her first.
The house they rolled up to is larger than any of their expectations. It has a gate for crying out loud; Alfred hadn't even ever seen a house back home with a gate. The gate opened automatically when his mom talked into the little radio lock thingy, with a cheerful voice coming back through. The garage wasn't too big, with just two cars and enough space for two extras. The long driveway was lined with small lights to brighten the place up at night, the grass wasn't exactly in the best care, but the garden off to the side looks absolutely stunning. Big red tomatoes, herbs, flowers, stuff Alfred couldn't even name all somehow fit into the small patch of ground. Alfred held his breath, even more nervous than before.
Alfred had expected a soul mate. Of course, every one does except a tenth of a percent of the entire population of the world. He had expected a nice person, as Alfred didn't care much about gender or anything, who he could live comfortably with. He wants someone to talk to mostly, and he used to talk to his brother, but he lives up in Canada with mom's ex boyfriend, who she did not plan on having any kids with. He didn't expect a fucking mansion and an extremely attractive Italian with a thick accent and a deep voice. He certainly didn't expect to see his mother gawk at the mansion.
Once they parked in front of the garage, the three unloaded. Alfred's mother just stood, looking up at the three-story mansion, the elegant designs and the roman styled columns beside the door. a figure opened that door, poking his head out. Alfred nearly thought it was Lovino, but it wasn't, upon closer inspection. The man there now is missing the chestnut hair and scowl.
"Ciao! You must be Alfred and his parents!" The man in the door greeted them, speeding down the stairs and straight to his parents. "I'm Feliciano, Lovino's brother. Our third brother, Romeo, is out today. Lovino is getting ready to see you, we're making dinner for you." Feliciano smiled, and Alfred had to question how he was related to Lovino. The sassy, grumpy man he had met yesterday isn't anything like Feliciano. "You all look very nice today, especially you, Mrs. Jones!" Feliciano complemented, getting my mom to stutter and blush. Her short frame and pudgy cheeks weren't complemented much, so it was clear why she was flustered. George wasn't as happy with the compliment, but he let it slide. He could intimidate Feliciano if he wanted to, though, with his height and muscles.
Feliciano waved them in, walking with a skip in his step and a smile. Alfred hoped Lovino didn't switch personalities suddenly and become a happy-go-lucky guy. It wasn't bad, it would just be weird after already meeting him. We were lead to a large sitting room with two couches and a recliner. My father instantly took to the recliner, Alfred to one of the large, surprisingly plush, red couches.
"Feliciano, I'm sorry to ask, but can I request seeing Lovino in private before the dinner? I wish to speak to him alone about my son." Martha asked, getting a wave and a smile from Feliciano. The two walked through the hallways, Martha silently looking at the lovely floor tiles and pictures on the walls.
An hour passed, Alfred and his father sharing pleasant conversation in the comfort of Alfred's soul mate's home. Alfred and his father chatted mostly about how much Lovino must make in a year, or how many rooms the mansion must have. A maid had come in and asked the two if they'd like something to drink, and while Alfred passed, his father asked for a coffee. Only around ten minutes after the coffee arrived, his mother and Lovino walked in. Lovino took a seat next to Alfred, while Martha sat on the empty couch.
"Alfred, I've come to a final decision." Martha stated suddenly, breaking the oddly tick silence in the room. Lovino looked down, embarassed and flustered at the long conversation about how he would treat Alfred and if he could be able to keep him happy or not. During the small pause, Feliciano walked into the room and sat on the opposite side of Alfred. "When Alfred is nineteen, he'll move in with you. Feliciano has three years to meet his soul mate, so now you will too. Alfred is only sixteen, you should have figured it out by now he wouldn't immediately move in with you." Martha explained, a smirk on her face. Alfred rolled his eyes, leaning back into the soft couch.
"I know. I'm not a pedophile." Lovino crossed his arms, his eyes averting to the ground. "I'll live here forever, so if you remember the way here when you come back, you know where to find me. My number won't change, either." Lovino sighed, knowing how absolutely awkward it'll be when the two of them meet again.
"Dinner is ready, we're having pasta! My grandpa taught me how to make it when I was younger! It's really good!" Feliciano exclaimed, a large smile on his face. The younger brother seemed to bounce with each step as he lead the family and Lovino to the dining room.
"I met him two months ago, Lovino! I cried at first, right after calling Ludwig. I miss Luddy, of course, because he's always been there for me, but my soul mate is really nice! I can't wait to see you again. I really can't wait. We just got off the plane and we'll be there soon! He's in the bathroom now. I don't think he's ever been in a plane before. Well I'd best be going before I miss out luggage." Feliciano rambled through the phone, sounding happier then he's ever been. Lovino felt bad, of course, because his soul mate wouldn't be here until tomorrow. Alfred's flight got postponed due to snow, and now he's going to be here late. his parents aren't coming with him this time, at least, as Lovino knew he wouldn't be able to stand his mother's hour long rant again. It's been three long years, though. Now Alfred is nineteen, really coming over for good. Lovino prepared the guest room for his soul mate, prepared another room for his brother and his soul mate. Hopefully they're used to sleeping in the same bed.
Lovino rushed about the kitchen, his socks sliding on the decorative tile. The food was almost ready, soon he would just have to put it in the over for about twenty minutes. Pizza may be simple, but if it's his, it's perfect. His skills in the kitchen are only outmatched by his grandpa, only challenged by his brother. Lovino hasn't cooked in a while, though, he's mostly just eaten take out since he's been alone. He was doing this for his brother, certainly. He wasn't planning on an even bigger dinner tomorrow or anything. Maybe he lies a bit too much to himself. He slid the pizza in the oven, setting the timer to twenty minutes. He set his own little watch to ring in fifteen minutes. He'd have to be able to hear it while on the other side of the house and have enough time to get back to the kitchen. he still has to make sure each room is perfect.
A loud knock at the door made Lovino jump. His skin crawled as he switched directions, running to the door with sock on. Surely not a good thing, as he's always been clumsy and he might fall any second, but he'd hate to leave his guest waiting. He's been along in this house for a year since Feli moved, so his speed may be accountable to loneliness too. He swung the large door open when he got there, not bothering to run his fingers through his hair or button his shirt all the way. he certainly wasn't expecting to see Alfred at the door, a dopey smile on his face and his arms behind his back.
"The flight wasn't cancelled for tomorrow after all!" Alfred shrugged, his voice shaky and nervous. "I'm sorry I didn't call you. I just remembered the way and got here early, plus I didn't want to worry you even more by calling and saying I was going to be here today instead of tomorrow. Sorry." Alfred belted out, now much smaller and eyes softer. "I just really wanted to see you again. I'm so sorry." Alfred laughed a bit, his eyes tearing up. Lovino hadn't been able to move for the short time he was standing there, but when he was able to, he leaped onto Alfred.
"I've been so fucking lonely, damn you. You should have called or I would've made something better. Feliciano and his soul mate are coming soon,too, so you'll get to meet the guy." Lovino sighed into his soul mate's chest. Of course Alfred would grow to be taller, dammit. Everyone is taller than lovino Vargas. "Come in." Lovino said as he let Alfred go, walking inside as the flustered Alfred followed closely. Lovino led him to his room, opening the door for him. Going inside first, he held the door for Alfred.
"Wow, is this my room?" Alfred asked happily, the large smile returning to his face. "Wait, wait, I have something for you. Here." Alfred smiled over to lovino, pulling three flowers from behind his back. "I thought you'd be mad at me for coming early so I brought you flowers." Alfred admitted sheepishly, smiling weakly as Lovino took the flowers. Three lilies, two bright pink and one white. Lovino blushed, his hand connecting to his face almost immediately after.
"This isn't some fucking cheesy American movie. dammit." Lovino blushed heavily, stuttering as he tried to cover his face with his hand. "Thank you. I'll go put these in water. The food should be ready soon." Lovino muttered, walking out of the room. Alfred followed him, not only because he wanted to, but because he didn't want to be alone in the massive house.
"Feliciano should be here soon, dammit." Lovino blushed as he put the lilies in water.
Ah! Hello! this fic will be continued, along with my other fic called Five Minutes Before, Five minutes After, will be continued in a story I'm about to post. It will be called The Meeting and Onward!(Including exclamation!)
