Presenting...Chapitre Trois! o.e Yeah...not even two months off from school and my French already sucks...
I don't Hetalia...BUT I REALLY WANT TO. Still don't, though.
Enjoy!
Lovino did not sleep well that night. He tossed and turned, sleep evading him like Feliciano when England offered to cook. He must have fluffed (punched) his pillow at least a dozen times in the past ten minutes alone. Still, nothing could put the short-tempered Italian at ease.
Fuck…
He turned on his back and stared at the ceiling, silently cursing to himself. He knew the exact reason why he couldn't get to sleep. The exact fucking reason.
It was those eyes…his had shined like polished peridots today…they were so damned bright…
Damn tomato bastard…
Why had it suddenly gotten so hot? Lovino put a hand to his forehead; it was warm. Just like before.
"Ve? Romano, what's wrong? Why are you home so early?" Feli asked once Lovino had collapsed on the living room floor.
"Shut…up…" he panted, before curling up into the fetal position.
"Ah, Fratello? Are you okay?"
"Go away, Feliciano." Feli did no such thing and instead, put a hand to his brother's forehead.
"VE! Fratello's DYING! LU! LU! He needs CPR o-or–!"
The German man came running into the room, his hair and shirt askew from previous events.
"DAMMIT FELI! GO AWAY! I DON'T FUCKING NEED YOUR HELP!" Lovino started thrashing around when Feliciano tried to hold him to calm him down. Lovino smacked away his brother's outstretched hand in the process.
"LOVI!"
Ludwig sighed and walked over to the brawling, Italian mess. So much for a quiet evening with Feli.
"Verdammt," he cursed as he helped Feli pin Lovino down, earning himself a smack to the face.
Two curl-pulls and a kick to the groin later, Lovino was detained and dragged upstairs to a bedroom that locked from the outside. Once inside, Lovino didn't put up much of a fight. He was already too damn tired from running home and being tackled by not only the potato-bastard but his potato-bastard-loving brother, as well.
Those…bastards…
Lovino kicked off his boots and flopped on the bed, curling into himself as his mind drifted to the cause of his woes.
"Scheisse," Ludwig sighed as he locked the bedroom door and walked down the hallway with Feli.
"Feli? Are you okay?" he asked when the reached the next flight of stairs. The smaller Italian didn't say anything.
"Feli?"
"Ve~?" Feliciano started.
"Are you alright?"
"Never better!" The German relaxed.
"But…I'm worried about Fratello…" murmured Feli, earning another tense Ludwig.
"What do you think is wrong with him?"
The little Italian had opened his eyes and looked up at Ludwing, taking on a face the German had never seen before.
Feli frowned. "I don't know…but, didn't you see? Fratello had tears in his eyes…"
And so, here he was, a prisoner in the German fucker's home. Romano scowled into the darkness before switching on the nearest lamp. It was a tomato-shaped lamp (Wha?) Lovino stared at the lamp like he did with pretty much everything else; extreme distaste.
It had been given to him by the tomato bastard himself last year. Speak of the devil.
"Happy Birthday, Lovi!" smiled the Spaniard, holding out a vibrantly colored box decorated with equally vibrant wrapping paper and red, white, and green ribbons.
"What the fuck's wrong with you, now? It's August, you damn bastard!" replied Lovino, spinning on his heel to face the source of his impending annoyance.
"I know! So, I got you a present~"
"MY BIRTHDAY'S IN MARCH, YOU FUCKER!"
"Si! But, you're mocing to Gilbert's bro's house next week, right?"
"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH–!"
"I got you a going-away present, mi amigo! You didn't think you'd just leave the neighborhood without saying goodbye, did you?" Antonio smiled his big, pearly smile for the Italian. Lovi blushed in response.
"Y-you b-bastard! School starts again next month…SO…IT'S NOT LIKE I WON'T EVER SEE YOUR TOMATO-ASSED FACE AGAIN!"
"Awh, you're all red in the face, Lovi~!"
"AND SINCE WHEN DID I SAY YOU COULD CALL ME THAT, ANYWAYS?"
"What?"
"LOVI!"
"OH! Since never! So…open up the box, Lovi!"
"HELL NO! I'm going home!" Lovino stated flatly, marching somewhat awkwardly as he made his way.
"Okay, mi amigo! Text me when you open it!"
He never did text the bastard back…but, he didn't throw out the lamp, either. Of course…he'd never tell Antonio that…
Lovino spun to the other side of his bed, more than slightly annoyed, now. He checked his bedside clock…it read 4:30 am…no fucking way! What was he supposed to do now? Sleep was pretty much out of the question.
The doorbell ringing shook him out of his thoughts. It was an annoying ding playing repeatedly by some obnoxious person outside. Lovino covered his ears with his pillow.
"The fucking hell…? Get your door, you shitty, potato-shoveler!"
When neither Ludwig or Feli had answered, Lovino angrily tossed the sheets off and pounded out of his room. He nearly killed himself in the dark by missing the first step on the stairs, but somehow managed to make it to the door.
Fucking fuckers…
He swung the door open and was nearly toppled over by a very drunken albino.
"CHIGI! GET OFF, BASTARD!" he yelped.
"Oh, sorry! Haha, he's dead drunk, right now~"
The Prussian and his equally drunk bird were dragged off Lovino. That wasn't what had him pinned, though.
Fucking hell…
"Oh! Hey, Lovi!" replied Antonio, "I didn't think you'd come to open the door!"
Shit!
The Spaniard stood tall in the entrance's light. The hoodie he sported was black and white, bringing out his dazzling eyes, and showing off his lean body and olive complexion…not that Lovino was noticing any of this, of course not! The guy was just a bastard, after all!
Lovino blushed anyways, despite his rebellious mindset.
No, of course there was no way Lovi could have noticed the silky, curly brown hair that shined lusciously even though it was slightly haphazard from trying to stuff Gilbert into the Spaniard's car nearly half an hour ago. There was no way he could have breathed in the alluring aroma of clean linen, tomatoes and a dash of cinnamon, even when, around Antonio, the scent was so blatantly present. And, of course there was every reason to believe that Lovi was listening intently to every word Antonio spoke about his troubles concerning Francis and Gilbert and their latest antics, and of course Lovi was ready to chide back with a smartass response.
Of course! How could you possibly think that wasn't fucking listen–
"Lovi? Are you listening to me?"
"W-wha?" Lovino blinked and found the Spanish man giving him a questioning, yet sexy, glance. Then, he felt his cheeks flare up even more, right on cue.
"Haha, well…I better get going. Gotta head out for work! What time do you want me to come pick you up?"
"Surprise me," Lovino squeaked.
Antonio smiled and nodded his head in leave, not taking his eyes off Lovino's figure until he turned towards the car. Lovi shut the door when he did and slid to the floor, now thoroughly pissed. His heart was hammering in his chest, not showing any signs of returning to its normal pace. He glanced at the Prussian, still sleeping face-up on the floor, and sighed, trying to calm himself down.
"I hate your fucking ass," he cursed under his breath.
Just at that moment, Gilbert grinned in his sleep, purring 'kesesesesesese.'
WHAT THE FUCK? !
And there be it! =_= I'm sorry this is so late, you guys! I tried working on it while I was away from my comp (good old-fashioned writing, yep!) but...pfffbt...that didn't much work out...so, now D: Chapter 4 will probably come some time next week or sumfin! O.o I got appointments, meetings, registration for school, and a whole lot of other fun times coming ahead xD and yet...this be the most important thing to me! Harhar!
Oh! And, thank you for the LOVELY comments! :) they're fun to read xD even if I don't get to all of them...which I'm trying! D: So, REVIEW! :D! EVEN IF YOU DON'T HAVE AN ACCOUNT, REVIEW *takes off anonymous reviewing blockage* Yeah, I'm talking to you, Kiki! Make an account already! Yoru did!
So...translations!
Verdammt (German)- Dammit!
Schiesse (German) - Shit!
Mi Amigo (Spanish) - My friend!
Fratello (Italian) - Brother!
Tsuki-chan out! Asta la pasta! ^_^