A/N/: CHAPTER THREE. I'm actually updating this story. It's a flippin' miracle.
ENTER LE AWESOMENESS. …yeah.
I have no excuse for this. Just sayin'. OTL
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, the James Joyce, or anything else in this fic. S'ept mah plot.
The next two days were hell on earth for Lovino.
His grandfather insisted they see all the major sights of Spain, which meant traveling and being out in the hot sun for hours upon hours, just to go back to that stupid pub and hear that bastard of a Spaniard sing.
He just wanted to go home.
Being in Spain for three days showed that Lovino wouldn't make it the other twenty seven they were supposed to be here. A month in a foreign country to enrich their sense of culture and gain fond memories. The fondest memory Lovino had 'gained' so far was watching Francis drunkenly flirt with anything that moved. Which included a clock .Twice.
He didn't even know why he was here! He was a grown man goddamit, and he didn't have to spend part of his summer following his grandfather and brother like a puppy. He was a man.
But, for some strange reason, Lovino never voiced his anger upon staying in Spain. He complained about everything else imaginable, sure, but being in the country wasn't one. Maybe in the back of his mind, he liked this place.
….Yeah right.
"Fratello~ Ve… we're leaving now~"
"Go away, Feli. I wanna sleep."
"But nonno* says we're leave—"
"I. Want. To. Sleep."
"Ve… Fratello, don't you wanna see Emmy? And Antoni—"
"Don't say that godforsaken bastards name."
"That's not very nice!"
"Well I'm sorry I'm not a bucket of fucking sunshine today." Lovino groaned and sat up on the bed, his hair ruffled and curl sticking out farther than usual. He sighed and stood, making his way to the small dresser to get presentable. Feli giggled happily,
"It's going to be fun! It's Wednesday, fratello, remember what Emmy said? Tonio's other friend is coming today! Maybe we can be their friend~" Lovi grumbled as he pulled his shirt off and exchanged it for another. He didn't wanna hear about Tonio's stupid friends, or what day it was. He just wanted to take an aspirin and sleep.
But, obviously, that wasn't happening.
Once dressed and his hair had been at least combed, he followed Feliciano out to the main hotel room, then walked with Roma to the pub. Lovino had finally bitched Roma into saving money and walking the small distance, even though he kind of wished he didn't. Feliciano was silent in cars. But while walking, he never shut up.
Lovi didn't know what was worse. That Feli had asked at least seventy questions on how bridges are made, why the sky is blue, or why buildings are called buildings if they were already built, or, the fact that when the James Joyce pub came into view, Antonio was leaning against the side of the structure, waiting for them. Waiting.
And the first person he locked eyes with was, of course, Lovino.
"Ah! Mi amigos!" He gave Roma a quick hug before smiling, "I'm glad you've come! Emerald told me you'd be here again tonight and I couldn't help but want to be the first to greet you~!" Feli giggled while Roma laughed. Lovi suppressed a gag. This guy was so much of a kiss-ass, it made Lovino want to kick a puppy in the face.
And he liked puppies. Kind of.
"Yeah, that's fan-fricken-tastic." Lovino pushed past the brunette and walked into the bar. He needed something strong now if he was going to survive the night. Maybe Emerald could supply him with more limoncello…
"Hey! Lovi!" Said woman greeted him from behind the bar as he walked in, sitting on a stood directly across from her. She grimaced lightly, "You look like someone stole the last cookie from your cookie jar, man. You okay?" He ran a hand through his hair,
"If 'okay' entitles your grandfather and brother to be captured by that bastard of a singer's stupid, idiotic charm, then yeah. I'm fucking great." She cleaned out a glass with a rag, her brow raised,
"You want a drink? I might have something for ya that can help, but it's a tad strong."
"Give me the strongest drink you've got." He nodded at her and she smiled, turning back to the wall of different bottles and studied them. She took down one bottle, then another, then a small bottle of something else. She took all three and poured them gracefully into a shaker, mixed them, then finally poured the contents into a tall glass. It had an odd colour to it and a pungent aroma, but Lovi would have been game for anything as long as it took away his headache.
"Here." She placed it in front of him then went back to cleaning the glass with the rag. He looked it over before taking a small sip and cringing, the contents burning his throat,
"The hell is this?"
"Irish Car Bomb." She winked, tilting her head back slightly, "Some pretty strong shit ya got there, hun. See the foam? Hurry you gotta drink it all or else it'll go bad." Lovino, throwing caution to the wind, downed the entire glass as quickly as he could. Once finished, he leaned forward to say how amateur it was and how it vaguely tasted like chocolate milk, but the room spun. His eyes widened and his brain was filled with nothing but white fluffy clouds. They looked so fluffy…
"Whoa, there! Lovi? Come on, don't fall off the bar stool!" Emerald held him up by his shoulders, her abdomen squished against the counter. Looking around her eyes landed on the group walking in the door, Antonio in the lead, "Toni! Help me here, he's gonna fall flat on his ass."
Toni rushed over and hoisted the Italian up onto the stool properly, causing a loud growl to escape the man's lips,
"Leggo of me you filthy stronzo*." The Spaniard raised his eyebrow before looking to Feli and Roma, the latter of the two's face contorted between curiosity and two seconds away from hysterical laughter,
"My god, Em, what the hell'd you give the boy?"
"Erm… Irish Car Bomb. He said he wanted something strong, so…" She scratched the back of her head awkwardly, "He's legal in Spain. I obliged." Roma laughed and watched as Lovi struggled against Tonio's arms, yelling out strings of Italian. Feli's face was flushed with embarrassment at some of the words his brother retorted; he never knew Lovi to be such a sailor.
"Um.. E-Emmy?"
"Yes, Feli love~?" The smaller Italian sat next to his squirming brother sheepishly, his hands tracing circles onto the table,
"Could… Could I have what you gave fratello…?" The Irishwoman blinked before chuckling,
"That's a pretty strong drink. Think you'll be able to handle it?" The boy simply nodded, causing the girl to smile, "Alright. One more Irish Car Bomb, coming up." She went through the procedure again, making the drink once more. As she placed it in front of Feliciano, he chugged the mixture without needing instruction. Surprised, Emerald just laughed and took the glass away from him when he was done. He didn't even sway. Just sat there.
"Did somebody order awesome? 'Cause the package just arrived!" All heads in the small group turned to the door where a tall, well-built albino smirked, an equally tall blond behind him. Antonio's eyes lit up and Emerald gave a small groan,
"That was such an awful pun, Gil." The man walked up to the bar and kissed her cheek, laughing,
"Shut up, you know you missed me. Where's Ann?"
"Of course I did, you stupid idiot. And you know she's off on Wednesdays." The two laughed before Emerald cleared her throat and gestured to Roma,
"Gil, this is the infamous Roma Vargas." Gil looked at the man before shaking his hand,
"Nice to meet you, sir. The name's Gilbert. M'one of Toni's friends." Roma chuckled,
"So I've heard. A pleasure." Emerald pointed then to Lovi,
"This is Lovino. Ignore him, I gave him a Car Bomb." The Italian in question struggled against Toni's arms once more,
"Who tha fuck you think you're talkin' 'bout, girly?" he simply waved him off and pointed to Feli,
"Aaaaaand this is Lovi's brother, Feliciano. He's drunk too." She narrowed her eyes at him curiously, "…I think."
Gilbert thumped his chest,
"Nice to meet you all. I'm pretty awesomesauce and everything, but I'd like to introduce my little brother here, too. Oh, come on, Jesus Christ Lud you look like a fucking three year old. Say hi." The blond walked out from behind him, looking professional and calm, in a white t-shirt and jeans, a cross-pendant necklace around his neck, matching the one around Gilbert's. His hair was slicked back and his blue eyes were unnerving and curious. He would have been intimidating and scary if it weren't for the face his face was bright red with blush. It was almost… cute.
He looked around the group before clearing his throat, then nodded. Emerald rolled her eyes then smiled,
"Welcome to the James Joyce. Can I get you two anything?" Gil smiled,
"Gimmi the usual, and uh… Give Luddie here a beer or something." The brothers sat down on the opposing end of Feliciano, the blond sitting beside him. Feli turned slowly, then when the man looked back at him, he opened his eyes.
Blue was met with the biggest, brightest amber eyes anyone had ever seen, the colour shimmering from the florescent lights on the ceiling. Feliciano then narrowed his beautiful eyes a moment later, his voice dark and rough,
"Who the fuck are you?" All head's around the group turned to the small boy, Roma's eyes laced with amusement.
Ludwig didn't know whether to retort to the question or honestly answer it. Thinking rationally, he went with the later, staring down at the short boy,
"Ludwig. And you?" Everyone stared at Feli, waiting for an answer. Instead, the small man pulled his arm back and slammed it into the man's stomach, causing him to fall off the stood. Gasps erupted around the room and Roma jumped for Feli before he could pounce. Emerald blinked, Gil snorted and Toni stared. Lovi was dead asleep in the man's arms, whispering something or other about arm's races.
Oh, what alcohol was capable of.
* nonno: Grandfather.
* stronzo: Fucker.
A/A/N/: LOLDRUNKS.
I completely see the Italy brother's personalities switching when drunk. So.. Feli's all "FAWK ALL YA'LL" and Lovi fell asleep. ….OTL I'm awful. Writing Feli saying 'fuck' made my heart hurt. ;x;
Anyways, yes! Not much happened here, but I needed this to be here.
…Yes~
Review? O3O make Feli sober again.
