On the flight to Berlin, no one talked. Lovino, sat at the window seat, his brother sat next to him, who sat next to Germany. They were both cuddling for the whole flight. It annoyed Lovino, but he decided to do nothing about it. Finally, Prussia was alone on the seat in the other isle next to Ludwig. When the flight was coming to an end, that's when Lovino's brother decided to break the awkward silence.
"Ve~ That was a long ride~" Feliciano noted, as the plane was starting to get shaky as it had landed.
"Ja. It seemed we were held up a little with the weather." Ludwig pointed to the window, which was getting lightly splashed with rain.
"Kesese. I can't wait to get off this plane. My butts KILLIN' me! It isn't awesome to sit for hours west." Gilbert got to his feet stretching, as the announcer had said they landed safely in Berlin. He moved to the side, letting others pass him as he waited for Feliciano, Ludwig, and Lovino to get out of their seats, moving down the hall. The elder German kept up with his brother, sticking to Ludwig like glue. "Oi west, you better get me some good snacks when we get home!"
"That bastard knows how to cook?" Inturrupted Lovino, as he sighed dramatically. "I don't believe it. I want Feliciano or I to cook if we have to eat at your house."
"Vell, I certainly wouldn't mind mein little Italians cooking me some /awesome/ food." Gilbert snickered. "You know, long as you wear a maid's dress and an apron to go with it." He winked, only getting a glare from Germany, and a hard kick in the back of the shin by the angry older Italian brother.
"Ve~ Don't be so mean to Gilbert fratello~ He was only kidding." Feliciano scratched the side of his cheek, looking at his brother with an innocent smile, as they had walked out of the airport.
"I don't care if the bastard was 'just kidding' or if he wasn't! He should know what to and not to say dammit!" Lovino huffed, folding his arms.
"Vhy is that? I bet with your legs, you'd make it look cute. Kesese~!" Gilbert knew he was asking for trouble. The tempered Italian was too cute to not anger.
"I'll kick you in your so called '5 meters' if you don't shut up, right now." Growled Lovino. He stared as Ludwig had wrapped his arm around his brothers neck, dragging him along before he could say anything further.
"Ow ow ow! Bruder! Ow! L-lemme go!" Pouted Gilbert.
"Nein. Not until you learn your place." Ludwig said seriously. "I'm tired enough without listening to you try to see how long until it takes Lovino until he decides to throw a chair at you."
"But bruder! I was only having a little fun! Plus, my little Italian would mind- OW!" Lovino was quite glad Ludwig was holding Gilbert how he was. It gave him a chance to give him a swift boot to his ass when he really needed it.
"Sure, he wouldn't. And that's why you just got kicked in your ass?" Ludwig questioned, as he released his brother from his grasp.
"JA! He just has anger ussues- OW! God dammit! Will you stop kicking me?" Gilbert turned to face Lovino. "Because if you don't, your going to have a sore bottom when we get home... Kesese~" The German mused.
"W-what? Hell no! I wont let you lay a single finger on me dammit!" Lovino hissed.
"Ja, and what will you happen if I /do/ ?"
"You wont be able to come out of the basement. And you get no dinner." Ludwig inturrupted, recieving a childish stomp and pout, as Gilbert walked ahead of the group, sliding into the back seat.
"Ve~ I call shot gun~!" Feliciano called, as he jumped into the front seat. It was obvious Ludwig was driving, so Lovino had to go ahead and take the backseat with Gilbert after he had stuffed all of their luggage into the car.
"Chillen back here with me huh?" Gilbert asked, smiling at Lovino.
"I guess I kinda have to. I'm not going to sit on my brothers lap." Lovino pointed out, frowning at the other.
"Ja, I guess your right. Well, you can now be my awesome pillow." And with that, Gilbert sprawled out onto Lovino, hugging his waist as he made himself comfortable.
"What the hell are you doing? Sit up dammit!"
"But I'm tired~ Just a couple of minutes..." Gilbert mumbled, as he closed his eyes.
"T-tsk! I- I never said you could do that god dammit!"
"Shh. Lovino. I don't think my bruder has gotten any sleep in days." Ludwig said, smiling through the rearview mirror.
"W-well! That's not my fault!" Lovino hissed in a whisper.
"Ve~ I think Gilbert's been worried about you fratello. You should give him more credit than you have been... He's really nice. When he wants to be." Lovino looked down to the albino who was now snoozing on his lap. He hated to admit it, but he was actually really cute when he was sleeping. Just as he started to smile, Lovino felt the side of his pants getting wet.
"I-Is he /Drooling/ ?" Lovino yelped.
"Ja, he does that sometimes. Just ignore it." Ludwig said, chuckling.
"How the fuck am I supposed to ignore it, when he's getting my pants wet?"
"You can just change when we get inside." Ludwig declared. "And look. We're here already. Wasn't so hard, was it?" As they parked, Ludwig got out of the car, opening the back door, scooping up his older brother in his arms. "Mein gott. He's heavier than I remember" He huffed, as he started to head towards the door. "Feliciano, could you open the door for me?"
"Si~ On my way~" Feliciano chimed, as the energetic young Italian raced from the car, and opened the door for the German brothers.
"Danke." Germany said as he bowed his head, taking his brother inside. Lovino followed after them, muttering things like 'God dammit, he made me look like I pissed myself' and how 'German's are stupid'.
"Well. You can change now." Ludwig said, as he placed Gilbert on the couch. "Me and Feliciano are going upstairs to talk about some things." Before Lovino could deny this, both his brother, and Ludwig had already gone out of sight.
"Fuck. Did he not realize our bags are locked in the car?" Lovino grunted. He had to make a choice. He could walk around, looking like he pissed himself, or go in his boxers... Well, Gilbert was passed out, and Feliciano and Ludwig are upstairs. He was Italian.. "Boxers" He decided outloud, as he started to stip himself of his clothes. Just as he had shimmied out of his pants, he heard a cackle coming from behind him. Turning, he seen Gilbert sitting up, turned around on the couch, watching him.
"Oooh~ What a wonderful show to wake up to! Now get over here and show me some of that Italian love!" Gilbert stretched out his arms, leaning over the back of the couch.
"W-what the h-hell? H-how long have you been up for?" Lovino shrieked, his face as red as ever.
"Since I heard the word 'Boxers' " Gilbert smirked.
"You t-truely are a pervert." Lovino stuttered.
"Ja~ And you love it~ Admit it~ That's why your madly in love with 2 of the members of the bad touch friends!" Gilbert laughed aloud, as he lay back on the couch, his arms still high in the air. "Now, get over here with me."
"And what if I don't want to?" Lovino said stubbornly, as he folded his arms across his chest.
"Then. I'll come over there. And get /you/." Without warning, the German rose to his feet, strutting over to Lovino, wrapping his arms around the others waist.
"W-what the hell happened to 'Pretend this never happened' and 'This is the last time I'm going to touch you' ?" Lovino croaked.
"Ja well... While I was spending my time in my room, all I could think about was you. I knew Antonio would get pissed, but I started to realize how much I didn't care when I was on the plane with Ludwig." Gilbert admitted. "Antonio can go fuck himself. I want you all to myself." Gilbert lifted the stunned Italian from the floor, smirking.
"E-eep! W-where the hell are you taking me this time?" Lovino yelped, as he was carried towards a door by the kitchen. As it was opened, it led down into a dark room. Once the lights had been turned on, there was a bed that was barely made, chip bags, bottle of empty pop, beer cans sprawled all around the room. There was a computer, with a bunch of games and CD's on the desk, a big Stereo beside it, a small TV with various game systems infront of it. It was a total disaster. "What the fuck..? Did a freaking tornado hit your room?" Lovino managed to say.
"Nein. I swear, I'll clean this up later." Gilbert insisted, as he carefully set Lovino down on the bed. "But right now, I really want you." He whispered.
"Ve~ What did you want to talk to me about Ludwig~?" Feliciano looked up innocently to the German.
"Nothing." Ludwig smiled.
"Oh~? Then why did you make me come upstairs?"
"I just wanted them to have a little alone time." Ludwig explained, as he opened the door to his room, gesturing for feliciano to come inside.
"Oooh. They really seem to like eachother." Feliciano noted, as he skipped inside, jumping on the neatly made bed. Unlike his brother, Germany's room was clean.
"Ja.. In a love-hate kind of way." Ludwig chuckled, as he lay next to the small Italian, wrapping his arms around him,
"I wonder what they're doing right now..." Feliciano pondered.
"I bet Gilbert's still passed out. Lovino's probably raiding the fridge." Ludwig said, as he tapped his chin in thought.
"Si~ So we shouldn't worry about anything, right?" Feliciano smiled innocently. "Because I kinda invited Antonio over to talk this out with Gilbert~!" Feliciano chimed.
"Vhat...? When is he coming?" Ludwig asked, sitting up straight.
"I don't know.. Antonio said he'd come as soon as he could."
"What did you tell him?"
"I just said that Lovino wanted him to visit, because he'd get mad just staying here in a house of Germans~!" Feliciano giggled.
"Aah.. So he still doesn't know?"
"No... I wanted Lovino and Gilbert to tell him when they were ready." Feliciano looked down at his feet.
"Ja... Tell me when you do this next time." Ludwig said, flicking Feliciano's forehead.
"Hehe~ Okay Luddy~"
"W-what! Right now?" Lovino yelped, as Giblert started to hungerly suck on the elder Italian's neck. "Mm-ngh~ G-Gilbert, stop..." Lovino said, as he bit his lip, closing his eyes tight.
"Why should I? Seems your enjoying it~" Gilbert mused, as he nibbled at the skin he was working on.
"M-my fratello-! ... Ludwig... They're still upstairs." Lovino hissed.
"So?"
"I-If I said we could do this when.. They left the house.. W-would you stop...?" Lovino looked at him, his face red. How could Gilbert say no? He looked so sweet and innocent... It would be so hard not to take him right there, but he nodded his head.
"Ja, Ja.. I wont go that far.. But the second they leave, I'm going to tackle you." Gilbert said, as he ran a hand through his hair.
"I-I wont mind." Lovino said, as he rubbed at where Gilbert had bitten. That was going to leave a mark...
"At least let me kiss you?" Gilbert grinned.
"Of course, bastard." Lovino said, smiling, as he leaned forwards, pulling Gilbert into a sweet kiss.
"Ludwig~ We should start making dinner." Feliciano suggested.
"Oh...? Right. It's about 9, right?" Ludwig checked the clock on the nightstand, and sighed, as he forced himself to get up. "I'd suggest skipping it, but I don't want to know what your brothers like on an empty stomach."
"cranky... And he throws stuff more than usual..." Feliciano giggled, as he stood on the bed, latching onto Germany's neck as he let his legs slide off the bed and wrap around his waist. "Piggy me back donwstairs~!" Ludwig chuckled, a big grin on his face as he shook his head, walking downstairs with the Italian on his back.
"Huh..? Where's Gilly? I thought he was on the couch." Feliciano said, as he rested his head on Ludwig's shoulder, staring at the couch, which Gilbert used to sleep on, but now a German shepard was lounging about on.
"Must be getting food." Ludwig said, as he went into the kitchen. "... Or he's downstairs, showing off his collection of video games." Ludwig shrugged it off. "What should we make?"
"Did you remember to buy us pasta noodles~?" Feliciano chimed.
"Of course I remembered." Ludwig said, as he opened up a cupboard, revealing different kinds of noodles.
"Great~! Let's make spaghetti~" Feliciano chimed, as he went on his tip-toes, reaching up for the bag of noodles. "Put on the pot of water for me Luddy~?" Feliciano asked cutely, as Ludwig obeyed. While Feliciano waited for the pasta to boil, he started to slice up some tomatoes, and all the other things he needed to make home made pasta sauce. Him basically living with Ludwig, he made the German slowly accumulate alot more food and variety from what the two brothers usually made.
"Should I tell Lovino and Gilbert we're cooking?" Asked Germany. Feliciano nodded.
"Si~ I'll just finish up here, okay~?" Feliciano chimed, as he dumped the noodles into the water.
"I'll be right back." Germany said, as he opened the door to Gilbert's room. As he slowly walked down the stairs, he looked up, seeing Lovino and Gilbert, curled up together under the blanket. Lovino had his arms curled around Gilbert's waist, as his head rested on the German's chest. Germany almost thought he looked cute, until he remembered, it was infact Lovino. On the other hand, Gilbert wasn't as cute. While Lovino was curled up all snug in the blanket, quietly snoozing, as he cuddled with Gilbert in his sleep, Gilbert himself was sprawled out, one arm wrapped around the Italian while the other rested on his head. One leg was sticking out of the blanket, falling off the side of the bed. His mouth was open as he snored, drool accumulating at the edge of his mouth, as he twitched every now and then.
"How in the world can Lovino sleep with him?" Ludwig wondered outloud. "He's a bed hog, and it seems they're already starting to fall of the bed." He noted, as he narrowed his gaze. He decided to let them sleep, as he turned on his feet about to head upstairs, when he heard a loud 'BAM' followed by low moaning and grunting.
"Fuck...Feliciano..." As Ludwig turned his head, their positions had changed. Gilbert was now half off the bed, and Lovino was on the floor, rubbing his apparently sore head. "How many times to I have to tell you... N..Not to sleep with me..."
"Um, Lovino." Ludwig piped up.
"C-chigi! Don't tell me I somehow ended up sleeping with the potato bastard!" Lovino hissed, as he sat straight up, only to bash his head on Gilberts, causing more pain for himself, and now the groggy Gilbert. "Ow.. F-fuck."
"No. You were sleeping with Gilbert." Ludwig couldn't help but smile at the southern Italians bad luck. It almost made him feel a little better. "Anyways, the only reason I'm in this... Dump... Is to tell you two dinners almost done- Why are you only in your boxers?" Ludwig looked down to Lovino, narrowing his eyes, as he spotted the black pair of underwear he was sitting in. They hadn't.. Again.. Did they? He sure hoped not. He could already see the Italian's face burning red.
"Because, Idiot!" Lovino started as he stood up, first helping Gilbert back onto the bed seeing as the older German was already trying to fall back asleep when he was half on the floor. He then walked up to Ludwig, glaring the man down. "You left the damn bags in the car!"
"Huh...?" It took Ludwig a second to realize that he did infact, leave the Italians bag's in the car. "Well, why didn't you stay in your normal clothes?"
"Because /Someone/ drooled on them." Lovino sneered, his gaze turning to Gilbert who had been fallen back asleep.
"Ah." Ludwig said, rubbing the back of his head. "Well- Want me to get your bag then?" He asked, looking away. It was quite awkward seeing Feliciano's older brother basically naked.
"NO!"
"No...?"
"I don't want your grubby German hands touching my bag! Make my fratello get it!" Lovino said, folding his arms across his chest stubbornly.
"Wouldn't that just be a waste of his time? He's cooking your meal." Ludwig wasn't sure why Lovino hated him so much. What had he ever done to that damn Italian?
"... Fine, I'll get it myself." Lovino said, as he tried to push past Ludwig, but he was like a stone wall.
"You are not going outside like that!" Ludwig said, as he held the Italian's shoulders.
"Why the hell not? Don't your people walk around like, nude?"
"What? I'm not answering that! I also will not letting you walk outside in your boxers!" Ludwig said.
"Well, /I'm/ not letting you touch my bags." Lovino said stubbornly.
"At least let me get you something to wear." Ludwig said, rubbing his forehead. Truthfully, he just didn't want to see Lovino strutting around his house in his boxers. For some reason, Ludwig knew that if he said that, Lovino would do it.
"Fine." He mumbled.
"Alright.. Just come with me, and I'll get you a shirt to wear so you can grab your things." Ludwig said, as he walked out of the basement, passing by the kitchen. Feliciano was still busily preparing the meal.
"Tsk, what ever." Lovino huffed, as he followed the younger nation upstairs. He watched as Ludwig walked into one of the rooms, sifting through his dresser and his closet. He lifted up a big dark blue T-shirt, and wandered over to the Italian, holding it out.
"Here, it's one of my night shirts, but it should do." Ludwig reached forwards, taking the Italian's arms, and quickly slipping on the shirt before he could protest.
"What the hell? This is huge on me dammit!" Lovino snapped, as he looked down. The shirt stopped just after his boxers ended. It looked like a fucking dress on him!
"Well I figured. Feliciano bought me that, and he picked the biggest size they had... It's even a little big on me." Ludwig admitted.
"What ever, I'll just grab my bags now. Give me the car keys." Lovino said, as he reached his hand out. Ludwig rolled his eyes, as he reached into his pockets, taking out the keys as he passed them to Lovino.
"Don't dare break my car."
"I intend to."
Lovino had actually been over to Germany's house alot of times with his brother. Generally to yell at the German, and try to take Feliciano back home, but his brother always pulled the crying act on him and he decided to stay. So he knew Ludwig's house very well. "Tsk... I'm not hungry..." He mumbled to himself, gripping onto his stomach. "I feel like I'm going to get sick..." He grunted, as he walked upstairs with his own bags, and trying to find the guest bedroom. "Luckily I'm in that potato-eating-bastard's shirt.. I'm not going to risk getting mine ruined." He huffed.
Once he found the room, he opened up the door. In the room, there was a single bed, with red sheets, and white pillows. The walls were cream, and the curtains of the window was black. The doors were also white, and there were 3 doors. One led back into the hallway, one was a walk in closet, and the last one, was a bathroom.
"Damn, he likes to spoil his guests... I don't know why, I bet he has none." Lovino mused letting the bags drop to the floor, as he walked over to the bed, plopping down. "Ngghn..." He smiled to himself. The room was so quiet. He kinda liked it in here. Grabbing the blanket, he lazily wrapped it around his waist, grabbing a pillow and hugging it close to himself. His eyes fluttered closed, the smell of what ever was cooking downstairs just barely drifting past him, tempting the older Italian. Lovino adored his brothers cooking, but he feared he'd only throw it back up. Plus, he hadn't had a decent sleep in at least 3 days. Guilt has been keeping him up... Although, Prussia's words soothed him.
' all I could think about was you...' 'I want you all to myself...'
Lovino's face flushed red when he thought about that, tossing and turning. He felt himself getting more and more un-easy.
'When will I see my little Lovi?...' 'I miss you lots Lovi...' Antonio's voice now rang in his head, as he plopped a pillow over his head. This was a hard choice. He wasn't technically dating either of them, although... Antonio was so nice to him... Fuck... Why did his mind always wander to these things? He didn't want to make the choice! Although... Gilbert and he were...
"Fratello?" Feliciano's voice interrupted his thoughts. He hadn't even heard his brothers footsteps.
"What...?" Lovino grumbled, as he felt the pillow get removed from his face, as he glared at his brother.
"Are you coming down to eat?" Feliciano smiled, as he patted Lovino's head.
"No, I feel like I'm going to get sick." Lovino muttered, closing his eyes again.
"Your not blaming that on wearing Germany's shirt, are you?" Feliciano teased.
"No, I wasn't, but now, I think I will." Lovino smiled as he heard his brother giggle.
"Well, I'm not going to make you like him, but he's a good guy. He told me about you wanting to strut outside in your boxers. Didn't you know France was visiting Germany right now?" Feliciano asked.
"H-he is?" Lovino croaked.
"Yes, he's staying in a hotel. And he's coming every now and then to check up on Gilbert." Feliciano explained. "Everyone knew that."
"Everyone but /me/!" Lovino folded his arms across his chest.
"See? He cares." Feliciano shrugged, as he started to walk towards the door. "But, you should get some sleep fratello." Feliciano whispered, as he turned off the lights. "Have a good sleep."
