Chapter Three: Antonio's First Attempt
A/N: OK, Let's get this straight. I will very rarely update twice a week, ONLY ONCE A WEEK. The only reason I'm updating twice is I that I wrote chapter two last week, and fanfiction wouldn't let me upload it for some reason.. =3= So sorry to everyone I kept waiting~ This is somewhat a rambling chapter. And thank you for the reviews that keep me inspired to keep writing, everyone~
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~Antonio~
As I watched Alfred nimbly follow Arthur into the dark alley laying ahead, I knew it was my turn to seal our deal. If he could gather up the little courage he had to approach his crush, I could too!
..Right?
B-but..Lovino's head butts really started to hurt over the years.
And I was still somewhat drowsy from the meeting. Practically everyone (except Alfred, of course) fell asleep.
Not a surprise, but…
Mios dios, stop making up excuses, you wuss! Go follow Lovino now!
The previously mentioned Italian was crossing the street…towards a fancy-looking hotel.
…Since when was a hotel conveniently across the street? Why the hell hadn't I stayed there instead of booking a stay at the crappy motel a few blocks away?
I really am an idiot..Ahaha..
Anyways, I followed Lovino across the street. He either didn't notice me, or was just pretending not to.
Then, Lovino did something so incredibly LIKE HIM: he took out his phone.
And started pounding away on the keyboard…texting.
In the middle of the damn STREET.
..My dear Lovi, you're such an idiot sometimes.
It took all my will power not to yell at him.
Suddenly, a horn honked deliriously loudly and its tires screeched like hell, causing Lovi and I to whip our heads at its direction.
Said car was skidding across the street, right towards Lovi.
The car would hit Lovi and KILL HIM if he didn't move!
But no…Lovino, idiot he was, just stood there in shock, staring at it, stunned, clutching his phone.
..Well, it's up to me then, isn't it?
I did the natural thing: practically tackling Lovino onto the sidewalk (since he could've just simply stepped onto the sidewalk out of harm's way, but noo, he just stood there!), thus saving us by inches from the careless car that had been swerving towards him. I selectively ignored the crack I heard as I tackled him down.
"Wha..?"
"Lovino, you could've gotten seriously hurt!" I whined a bit, keeping him under me with his back pressed onto the sidewalk. "Why the hell didn't you move?"
"I…I don't know! I was too…sc-scared to move!" He halfheartedly struggled under my grip, face turning red from…embarrassment? "…wait, why are you here? Your motel is…is that way!" He weakly batted his hand in some other direction.
"Oh~ Uh…I wanted to…say good-bye, so I followed you…when I saw you weren't going to move, I had to do something, Lovino~"
"…Spain." Lovi never did address me by my first name…I think he was used to calling me that from the time when I was his boss..?
"Yes?"
"I would've been fine. I can…take care of myself, dammit. I'm a man, not some little kid anymore..!"
"... I would've rather done that then watch you be crushed by that car and regret it for the rest of my life."
This made him look away to avoid my serious-looking face and his face to tinge a brighter red. "...You didn't need to. You could've gotten h-hurt, and my boss would've blamed me!"
"I'd rather be in the hospital bed then the one visiting you in there, Lovi!"
"A-Ahh..I see…W-well..thanks…bastard."
"You're welcome! I would gladly do it again, only for you, Lovino!"
"Sh-shut up! Now, can you move?"
"From wha- oh." I hadn't noticed that I was half-hugging Lovi onto the sidewalk, since I had tackled him there…and that people were starting to take pictures.
"Mommy, are they gay?" I heard a little girl screech out in glee.
"Sweetie, don't scream it out, it'll embarrass them!" Some anxious mother replied.
…Ahaha…Hopefully this wasn't going to be in the newspapers or something.
"..D-Dammit, get off of me!" His face was a full-blown tomato-colored wonderland, and I wasn't sure how much redder it could become.
…Was that a camera flash I saw..?
"Sorry~" I stood up and promptly pulled Lovi onto his own two feet.
"Shit, we better run." Saying that, Lovino grabbed my hand and started running, half dragging me along.
..Wait, he was holding m-my hand…
Did he know that..?
..Well, he probably didn't, knowing how oblivious he is~ Ahah. I may as well just keep quiet and keep running, and just savor the moment…
Lovino pulled me into the lobby of the nearby hotel he was apparently staying at, then released my hand.
...Aw…
Then, he turned to face me. "…Wait a minute, why did I bring you with me, bastard?"
"You're the one tha- OW!" I suddenly felt a shot of pain running down my right arm, and clutched it, kneeling down a bit.
"What the hell..? Bastard, did you get hurt out there from saving me?"
"O-of course not-aha-AGH..! Ow...ye-yeah, it's just a bit sore, don't worry about me…"
"A-Are you kidding me, Spain? This could be fucking serious! Come on, I'm bringing you up to my room…"
And so, Lovi easily drooped my arm around his neck and slowly dragged me to his room like I was a rag doll.
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As Lovino hastily rummaged through the mini fridge in the corner for an ice pack, I sat in a cushioned chair he had pushed me in and just…watched him.
I'm no stalker, if that's what you're thinking…~
It's just that, Lovino looks so cute when he's worried. His movements get a little…quirky and hesitant, and it's so hard for me not to run up to him and gather him in my arms and cry about how adorable he is to me.
"Aha!" He cried proudly. "I knew I put one of these dipshit things in here!" He walked over to me with the ice pack wrapped up in a delicate-looking cloth. "…Now..uhm…"
"Oh, so you did have an ice pack~"
"I fucking told you I did..! …Wh…Where does it hurt, Spain..?
"I'm fine, really-" Suddenly, Lovino lightly slapped my right thigh. "AI-! What was that for, Lovi?" I whined.
"I'm not that stupid to not notice you limping there, godammit." Saying this, he gently pressed the ice pack onto my throbbing thigh.
"C-COLD-! ..Ah, that feels so much better…thank-you, Lovi…"
"I-It's the least I can do for you trying to save my life, dammit...Shit, don't try reckless stunts like that just for me…Now you're hurt…" He sniffled a bit, and looked away.
"..Lovino, it's not that serious, really…its just…sore, okay? Don't worry about me."
"Don't tell me what to d-do, tomato bastard!" He halfheartedly punched me in the arm.
I let out a throaty chuckle from his adorable attitude.
"What the hell are you laughing about, jerk?" He glared at me with bloodshot , moist eyes.
"I-It's nothing…wait…Lovino.." I studied his face carefully. "..Are you crying?"
Once I said that, the stubborn Italian turned away to hide his red eyes and flushed face. "H-Hell no, only girls cry…"
"You know that's not true, Lovi..~ Come here." I pulled the ice pack out of his quivering hand and placed it on the nearby night stand. Then I gathered Lovi into my arms and pulled him into my lap with ease.
"What the fu-! St-stop, dammit, your leg will hurt even more!"
"It feels a lot better thanks to you~" I slipped my arms around his waist and pulled him towards me, then started rocking him back and forth.
He caught me by surprise when he slinked his arms around my neck and buried his tear-stained face into my chest, sniffling more.
…Was it me, or was my face getting hotter..?
"Shh..Don't cry, Lovino…Tears don't suit your pretty face…"
"D-Dammit, I'm not pretty, bastard…I'm a guy…" He lightly head-butted me, but not enough to hurt me.
I merely smiled stupidly and continued rocking my Lovi back and forth.
What popped my little bubble of happiness was when I watched my cell phone's screen flash "One New Message from Alfred Jones".
Luckily, I had the phone on silent, so as not to disturb Lovi.
I read the short message that my phone displayed from the American.
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From: Alfred F. Jones
2:38 P.M.
Message: Heading over to MickieDee's, c u there?
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..Damn, I completely forgot about Alfred…but I had promised to meet up with him after our "plans" had gone into action.
And I really wanted to know what happened between he and Arthur…
…Now, how do I tell Lovi..?
He was still snuggled in my chest, sniffling softly, nuzzling himself there to his little heart's content.
…My adorable Italian…I don't want to leave you like this…
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A/N: …I like this chapter 8D See what happens in the next~ And, make sure to review, it's what inspires me to write better! Criticism is appreciated!