Tapping his foot against the floor, Lovino watched Antonio, stretching his own shoulders before dabbing at the Spaniard's face with a wet rag, listening to him switch from English to Spanish as he yelled about what had happened: The fist to the face, the words that Alice had whispered into his ear...The fear of dying. Antonio didn't really rant too much on the last one, but Lovino knew that it was on his mind.
Scratching his chin, Antonio stared at his reflection in the mirror. His left eye had begun darkening into a big bruise, which really put him in a foul mood. Yet, he still managed to smile, even though his mood turned bi-polar seconds later. And the thing that pissed Lovino off the most was that Antonio wouldn't stand still while he tried to clean the cut on the side of the Spaniard's nose.
Dabbing at his face, Lovino missed, hitting his ear, his eyebrow, and even hit his eye, getting an, "Ouch, Roma, be careful," in reply before going off again.
Finally getting fed up with it, Lovi grabbed ahold of Antonio's chin, forcing him to stand still as he rubbed the soft cloth against the Spaniard's face, a little sigh leaving his lips. Lovino had a lot on his mind, but he kept it all inside; forced it to stay bottled up. He didn't want anyone to know what bothered him, because they would only use it against him later on.
He was actually worried about the bastard going to war. What if he died? Would he be able to fight Belgium off, or would she have Netherlands capture his and Italy's country? Shit...He didn't know, but the thought of something happening to his stupid brother made his stomach turn.
"Roma, I can see it in your eyes amor. Something is bothering you. Talk to boss." Taking the rag from Lovino's hand, Antonio set it onto the counter and sat down on the floor, dragging the Italian down with him. The room suddenly got a little hot...Lovino was sweaty. Was it just him?
"What's wrong?" Antonio kept throwing small questions at him, but he didn't speak. What would the Spaniard think if he were to tell him that he was worried? He would probably squeal and pull him into a life-threatening hug. Lovino wasn't interested in that. But, what else could he tell him? Antonio could obviously see right through him.
"I guess...I'm just'a thinking."
"...About~?" Antonio tilted his head to the side slightly, revealing the cut on his cheek. That bastard Netherlands...
"Lo siento. Nothing." Lovino shot quickly, turning away from Antonio as he jumped up. Taking the rag into his hand he leaned down, trying to clean up the bleeding wound, only Antonio took his hand and shook his head.
"You don't have to care for me, Lovi." Slowly taking the rag from his grip Antonio stood up, staring at himself in the mirror once again so he could clean up his face.
Lovino grabbed for the towel, wanting to be the one who took care of the Spaniard for once. But Antonio wasn't giving in, moving his arm away so Lovino couldn't get it. Irritation built up inside of the Italian's chest...Why was Antonio being so difficult? Again, he attempted to snatch the bloodied rag from Antonio. With no luck, Lovino clutched the collar of Antonio's shirt with both of his hands, forcing him against the door with a rough shove.
Antonio locked his eyes with Lovino's, curiosity taking over as he pondered the things that Lovi could do. Of course, Antonio would never hit him back if Lovino chose to strike, but he was ready to block if he needed to.
But that was far from what the Italian was thinking as he stood on the tips of his toes, pressing his dry lips against Toni's much softer ones. The room went silent as the kiss went on, Antonio dragging Lovino to the floor, holding him as tightly as he possibly could before they both pulled away.
The room was still silent. Finally, Antonio spoke, "Wow."
Being the ill-tempered boy he was, Lovino shoved Antonio's chest, standing up quickly so he could escape the bathroom by running out the door on the other side of the bathroom, storming down the hall to get out of his house.
Stupid jerk! What the hell had happened?! Lovino didn't know, but his lips burned and his heart throbbed. Shit, he really wanted to go back and do it again. But, he refused to be so weak! Why in the world did he kiss him in the first place? Lovino couldn't figure out what compelled him to do such a thing!
Stomping through little puddles left on the ground from when it rained about twenty minutes ago, Lovino pulled to a stop. Standing in front of him was the Netherlands and Belgium; looking all too suspicious.
Without saying a word, Lovino turned around with his hands shoved in his pockets, walking back towards Antonio's house, head lowered.
Before he got too far away, the faint sound of a whisper flooded his ears. The voice was Belgium's. Her voice sounded almost sarcastic.
"Espero que no muera durante la guerra, Roma."
**Translation at the end there: "I hope he doesn't die during the war, Roma."
If it isn't correct Spanish, I am so sorry! I used Google Translate ;D
I know this Chapter was filled with a bunch of mushy-gush, but I thought the story could use a bit of a break so I could build up the tension...And this would give me time to think of another Chapter! I hope you guys are enjoying reading it as much as I am enjoying writing it! Thanks again!
