Lovino's POV
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I decided to change my surroundings a bit by going out into my backyard. My yard was simply decorated, with a variety of flowers that were planted by the previous owner along the house.
For some reason, my creative juices start flowing when I'm outside. It's probably some voodoo shit I don't know about.
I was interrupted in my thoughts (for the 1000th time ever since I moved here) by a white and tan blob of fur doing laps around my yard. The cat suddenly stopped to stare at my confused face, then she jumped into the bushes.
I seriously needed to make a list of these cats. I can't keep count for my life.
My mind wandered back to about two hours ago, when Antonio told me that he has 20 cats. I might of needed a bigger notebook to keep track of them.
But in all honesty, I would of loved to paint him with all of his (probably) unique cats. Just capturing his beauty made my heart do backflips. Not to mention the painting would look good against my blog.
I glanced over at Antonio's house to see if he was looking right back at me through the window with his dreamy green eyes.
Instead, I was greeted with a long blonde haired man with a half-assed goatee. He stared at me with intent.
Why the hell was that guy in Antonio's house? Who was he?
Calm down, Lovino. He's probably just a friend.
Just. A Friend. Why am I even worrying about this anyway? Who am I to care who (or what) Antonio interacts with? It's none of my damn business.
Oh yes it is. And you know it.
What.
You heard me.. you deserve to know.
What the hell is going on? Who are you?
Your gay thoughts. Obviously.
Oh my god.
You love him Lovino, don't you?
YOU CAN'T CATCH ME GAY THOUGHTS!
Oh yes we can. :)
"WELL WHY DON'T YOU TRY, BITCH!" I got up and swiftly ran into my house through the back door, with the mysterious plant cat following me right on my tail.
Meanwhile…
Francis' POV:
...I have no words.
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Lovino's POV:
I slammed the door behind me as the cat ran underneath my kitchen table. I needed to get these thoughts out of my brain. How could I distract myself?
Suddenly, a light bulb went off in my head. I don't think he could distract me, but he gets distracted himself. Hopefully it would rub off on me.
I pulled out my cell phone out of my back pocket and dialed the number almost automatically. The phone rang two times before a familiar voice was heard on the other side.
"Hellooo?"
"Fratello, you gotta help me man. My gay thoughts are catching up to me, and I don't know what to doooo..!"
There was a brief pause on the other line, followed by a fit of giggles.
"Woah, are you alright? Gay thoughts? Did you put some mushrooms from the backyard into your alfredo again?"
"We do NOT talk about that Feli. And I am okay.. for now." Feliciano was silent for a few seconds before he started talking again.
"The more important question is… who is it that you have turned 'Gay' for? Awww, is my little Lovi making friends?"
"Oh my god. It's really hard to explain okay? Just help mE OUT"
"Aah! I think I should just come over to help you out. After all, our hotel is only about 10 minutes away. I look forward to seeing you! Goodbye!" Feliciano hung up the phone before I could make a sound.
I stared at the cat that was hugging one of the legs supporting the table.
My life has turned upside down ever since I moved here. I need a break.
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I continued to stare at the mysterious cat underneath my table. She has been hugging the leg of my table for about 10 minutes straight, and I am unsure how to feel about this. I tried poking the cat and everything, but she wouldn't budge.
"Are you hungry?"
No response.
"Thirsty?"
Still no response.
"Do you have a romantic relationship with my table now?"
The cat whacked me in the leg, then ran away. Just… what the fuck.
I decided to forget about the feline and instead I used up my extra time to prepare for Feli to come over. I didn't have to do much, though. My house was mostly clean, and it's only 3 pm. They must have already ate something, at least.
Like god answering my prayers, I heard four consecutive knocks from my front door.
Yet again, I mumbled random curses about how I could of at least cleaned the couches, or lit some candles to make my house feel more welcome for Feli, but I instead shuffled and opened the door hastily.
I wasn't exactly sure, but I don't think Feli consisted of 3 bodies.
I was trampled over by the trio as one of them was yelling something about the "VITAL REGIONS" and another rapidly cursing in French. At least I thought it was cursing. But instead of screaming at the mysterious duo, my eyes set to the third person.
Antonio was staring right at me, guilt shimmering in his eyes. He had his eyebrows scrunched up, and he motioned to his friends like he was trying to ask for an apology for their behalf.
Usually, worse case scenario is kind of rare to come across, but this time, it was full on real.
I got the guy I literally just met today that I THINK I am gay for staring right at me, two complete strangers screaming at each other inside of my house, and Feli driving over here to talk about the "gay thoughts" problem, when the problem is standing inside of my house. I felt like my brain was about to explode with everything that was going on at once. Without thinking, I did the natural thing I probably SHOULDN'T have done.
"CAN EVERYONE JUST SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP." I screamed at the group in front of me. All three of them gaped at my harsh words. Especially Antonio. He probably didn't expect this from me, huh? After all, I'm not mommy's little princess.
"Alright." I breathed. "Can someone please explain to me what is happening right now? If you're here for something stupid, I expect your ass out of here." I stared at Antonio, trying to soften my glare for him, but his face just told me "terror". The blonde man that I saw earlier in the window cleared his throat to divert everyone's attention to him.
"I sincerely apologize for our behavior, mon ami. Shall we take a seat and explain why we are here?" He brought us all over to my (dirty) sofas, and we sat down.
"Alright. I know who Antonio is, obviously, but who are you two?" I pointed to the blonde man from before and an.. albino man, I am assuming.
The second man was grinning, like none of this was affecting him.
"The name is Gilbert. You can call me Gil. Also this is Francis, if you actually cared." Francis gave a deadly glare at the said man, but he still remained smiling. I glanced at Antonio, who was giving his now signature apologetic smile at me.
"Now let's get to the deal of things. Why did you come here?" I asked them again. Francis and Gilbert both looked at each other with concerned looks, and Antonio rested his head on his arm.
"I'm not exactly sure myself in my opinion. They spotted you outside with Alejandra, and they started interviewing me about you, then they decided to come take a visit." Antonio's muffled voice came out of the shelter he was trying to make out of his two arms. I assumed he was embarrassed, due to the red tint on his ears. I really wanted to go up to him and hug him until it was okay, but his two friend/family/god knows were currently staring me down.
"Well. If you guys want to get to know me, you don't have to hesitate. I won't bite" I blankly stared at them. Antonio removed himself from his arm shelter, and Gilbert and Francis both shrugged.
"Where did you live before here?" Francis raised an eyebrow.
"Italy."
"Did you like it there?"
"It's nice, but it gets boring over time. Blegh."
"Job?"
"Freelance Digital Artist. I paint too."
"Hmm.. interesting." Francis lounged back into the couch. "Siblings?"
I froze. Shit.. Feliciano was supposed to come here, and I got three unknown people inside of my house. I pushed the thoughts aside and responded to Francis.
"One. He's my twin brother, his name is Feliciano."
"Favorite color?"
"How am I supposed to fucking know? They're all great."
"True"
"Well anyways, what about you guys? It feels kind of awkward to tell people stuff about me when I don't know anything about them." Francis stood back up in his seat.
"Well, I run a restaurant in downtown Chicago. Next time you're down there, take a stop by at Le Bouclier d'Argent. You won't forget it." Francis gave a wink to me at that last comment, then looked over to Gilbert.
"I sell vacuums."
"That's pretty cool." I shrugged my shoulders. What I wanted to know most was about Antonio. Who was the man that was hidden under the green eyes? Antonio saw that he was staring at me, and he smiled.
"I don't work. I was left with a giant inheritance from my grandmother. I use my extra money for necessities and I donate to charity too."
"Holy shit. You must be living the life." I was jealous. I wanted to lounge around 24/7 with my cats too. Not like I owned any of the cats that came in here, but they were almost like family.
"Yeah. It gets boring though. Sometimes I end up just sleeping all day, other days I actually leave the house for once. It's pretty fun sometimes." Antonio looked up at me with a certain sparkle in his eye, and he started laughing softly. His hair brushed the bridge of his nose as he leaned forward in his seat to take a better look at me. I started to see more of his details, like the small mole on his cheekbone, and the sunspots than were sprinkled throughout his face.
Damn it all. I WOULD of just kissed him right on the spot. Screw all these gay thoughts, this man was perfect.
But the only thing is, I couldn't do it. I just couldn't bring myself to. His captivating glare made me want to crave more, but at the same time, it told me to back off. He left me with a never ending storm of emotions that I couldn't control. He drove me insane.
I must have been in a daze, because Antonio had moved and was softly poking my shoulder. I snapped out of my thoughts to actually take in reality.
Where am I?
Oh right. I'm in my house, with the hottie and his two friends. Okay.
"Uh.. Lovi? Your door just knocked." Antonio pointed towards the front door. I didn't even notice the nickname that he called me, because I was in full panic mode.
Feli's here.
What do I do? Well, I won't let him wait forever.
"Come in! It's open!" I yelled as loud as I can in the door's direction. Feli opened the door slightly and poked his head in happily, but when he saw the three people sitting on my couch, his happy face turned into a horrified stare.
"Lovino? Why is there 3 other guys sitting on your couch?" My overused animal instincts kicked in almost immediately, and I ran out of the room, with Feli clutched in my hand.
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"I can explain."
"You told me you had some gay thought issues, not an entire harem! What is even going on right now?" Feliciano was almost sweating from the amount of times he has paced the room already. We had taken shelter inside of my room, that was filled to the brim with unpacked boxes.
"Look, I only apparently have 'gay thoughts' for one of those guys. The others are his friends. They decided to barge into my house before you came here. Sorry about that."
"SO HE'S IN THERE?"
"Yes Feli, he's in there." Feliciano looked more worried at my statement, but he slowly looked up at me.
"Wait. Which one? Hopefully not that blonde one, he looks suspicious."
"Hell no." I cracked my knuckles. "It's actually the Spanish one. Brown hair, green eyes?"
"OOOO, THAT GUY WAS CUTE! HE LIVES NEXT DOOR? REALLY?" I sighed.
"Yes Feli, he does."
"Now that I know what the guy looks like, I got one step down! What is his personality like?" Feli abandoned all of his worried thoughts, and he was proceeding to do the happy dance around my room.
"I really can't explain it. He's really happy go lucky all the time, but his friends do most of the talking. Also something about him.. its captivating." Feli gave me a slight smirk and he gave me a look that told me "Look what we have here!"
"Perfect. Let's go back, shall we?" Feli opened the door, and I hesitantly followed. We both entered the living room together, and the three of them looked up at us with puzzling looks.
"Ciao! I'm Feliciano, Lovino's brothers. Just call me Feli." All three of them broke out into happy grins, and the both of us went to take our seats.
Although Feliciano decided to take my spot.
I had to sit right next to Antonio now. That sneaky bastard. I slowly sat down and looked over at Antonio, who seemed unfazed at this. He nudged my arm a little, making my head flip upside down and back around. Why me?
"Well, it's kind of weird seeing three total strangers show up in my fratello's home, but I have seen worse. Who are you guys?"
Antonio was the first to speak. "My name is Antonio Carriedo. I'm Lovino's new neighbor! These are my friends."
"Francis Bonnefoy. A pleasure to meet you."
"Gilbert Beilschmidt."
Wait.
Beilschmidt.
Beilschmidt is Ludwig's last name. Also Feli's new last name.
What the hell? Feli seemed to get the hint too, and he started to get pale.
"Um.. are you from Germany?"
"Well obviously! My name literally screams German! Haha!"
"..Got any siblings?" Gilbert gave Feli a confused look at first, but he then softened up.
"I do have one. I haven't talked to him ever since I moved here. It's been what, 5 years? I don't remember. But yeah, he should still be in Germany."
Oh my god.
"Umm.." Feli looked speechless. I don't think it was that easy to tell someone that their brother was actually 10 minutes away from them and he was currently talking to his husband. I felt bad.
"I'm going to make a phone call. Excuse me, please." Feli stepped out of the room and shut the door behind him. I looked over at the trio. Francis and Antonio looked just as confused as Gilbert himself.
"What was that all about? Why does he want to know about my brother?" Gilbert stared at the floor, trying to comprehend what was going on. He then looked up at me, trying to see if I had answers.
"Do you know anything about this?" I tried to sink away into the couch cushions.
"It's hard to explain. Time will tell, I guess." Gilbert took the hint, and stopped pestering me. Antonio was looking down at me with sympathy and confusion. I felt terrible for confusing him, but as I said, it's hard to explain.
We all waited for about five minutes, then Feli emerged from the closed door with his phone clutched in his hands. He let out a hefty sigh then sat back down on the couch. Gilbert stared at him, trying to get some answers about this confusion, and Feli gave it to him.
"I know this might sound crazy, but I think you're my brother-in-law, Gilbert. Lovino is your in-law too."
I don't think Gilbert was able to process that information.
He sat there, staring off into space for what seems about 5 minutes, then he went back to his senses, and stared at us like we were aliens.
"WHAT THE HELL? WHO MARRIED MY BROTHER?" Feli laughed.
"I did. I met him over a vacation trip to Germany, and it's been history ever since. He's actually coming over here now. When I told him, he sounded excited." Gilbert then leapt from his seat and wrapped Feliciano in a hug. He was completely silent for the whole time, and he let go to tell Feliciano the words every husband wants to hear.
"Thank you. I believe my brother is in good hands."
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After some time of processing, Ludwig walked into the room, and he was attacked simultaneously by both Feli and Gilbert. I stood behind, with Antonio and Francis sitting on the couch beside me, and the weird cat from before, named Garcia apparently, laying on top of the coffee table.
Soon enough, the only people that were left were Toni and I. Francis went back home, while the other three went out to a hibachi grill for dinner. However, I refused, and now I am sitting in my dining room with the most gorgeous human being on earth while eating some minestrone. He was enjoying the quick meal I threw together, and his words blended together like coffee grinds.
"Today was a handful."
"Yeah. I just moved in today, too." I put down the glass of red wine I was holding. "It's nice to relax." Antonio had closed his eyes and was breathing slowly.
"I don't know really. Usually I am relaxing all of the time. Ever since you moved in, I haven't gotten a break! I really look forward to the more exciting memories we will make together." Antonio took a sip of his own wine and stared into my eyes.
Memories together? With Antonio?
Sounds like a plan.