Antonio smiled to himself as he finished moving everything out of the way to start painting. What was work without music though? He went to his radio and placed the CD in before hitting play.
Spanish music blared from the speaker and he danced as he put on his apron and grabbed the supplies. Dancing around, he smiled as the once boring grey walls turned to a sunny yellow.
"Mr. Antonio!" He looked to see Feliciano by the window. He went over with a smile. "Hola Feli!" He greeted.
"Wah! You're painting your home? So cool!" He said cheerfully. He smiled and saw Lovino pass by somewhere behind him with a box.
"Oh, Lovi! Come greet Mr . Antonio," he said cheerfully. Lovino looked at the window and felt his heart thump when he saw the Spaniard standing with a smile and paint on his face.
"Buenos dias, Lovino!" Antonio called out. Lovino turned with a frown and continued to walk.
"Fratello! Sorry Antonio. He's usually like that," Feliciano apologized.
"No, not at all. We just need some time," he said with a small laugh.
"Say, since you're painting, would you like to come over for dinner?" Feliciano asked.
"Really? Can I?" Antonio asked with clear excitement.
"Yes, please come," Feliciano said smiling. "Dinner will be done by six. See you then," Feliciano said before leaving the window. Antonio smiled and rushed to finish painting his home.
He finished up and showered, dressing casually before rushing downstairs and towards the small restaurant at the assigned time.
"Mr. Antonio, hello," Marcello greeted as he cleaned a table. "Hola, Marcello!"
"Dinner is almost done. Come on," he said putting the rag away and leading the Spaniard up.
They entered the decent sized home and Antonio immediately took it all in.
The cream colored walls were decorated with multiple amazing paintings. A bookshelf sat way off in one end filled with more knickknacks than actual books and a large plant sat in the corner.
His eyes wandered to the window where he could clearly make out his own home.
"What beautiful paintings," he said as looked at them. "Oh, Grazie. Feli painted most," Marcello said. Antonio's eyes moved to one of a busy street with a large blonde with striking blue eyes standing in the very center, looking back.
"Oh, that's an old friend." Antonio jumped and turned to Feliciano standing beside him.
"A foreigner?" Antonio asked.
"Si. From Germany," he said. Feliciano turned to the painting with a lost, hidden deep emotional look in his eyes.
"I haven't seen him in three years though." Antonio nodded and looked back at the blonde. It was indeed a really beautiful one.
"Oh, this one is Marcello's though," Feliciano said trying to change the subject. He pointed to one of the beach and Antonio admired it.
"Amazing. I wish I could paint," Antonio said. He moved to the framed pictures, one of the younger trio waving out from the window.
"Que lindos!" He said taking in their appearance.
"Ah that. I believe Lovi and I were twelve and fifteen and Marcello was ten."
He looked through the many pictures. Feliciano steering a small canoe, Marcello at the beach, Lovino on a motorcycle. Then one of the three with an older man, holding up all three of them.
He assumed it was Marcello sitting on his shoulders, Feliciano clung to his arm while he held another small boy under his other arm. Lovino for sure.
"That's nono. He passed almost three years ago," Marcello said.
"I'm so sorry," Antonio said noticing their sudden sadness.
"No its okay. How about dinner though?" Feliciano asked. He smiled brightly and ran to the kitchen, hurrying out with plates.
"Sit. Sit. I hope you like pizza!" Feliciano ran about getting things as Antonio found a seat and Marcello brought out wine.
"Fratellone makes the best pizza," Feliciano said setting the pizza down.
"It sure smells amazing," Antonio said with a smile.
"Lovino! Cena!" Feliciano yelled out. He sat down and Antonio turned to see a tired looking Lovino walk out of one of the doors.
He froze when he spotted the smiling Spaniard sitting there. His heart gave a loud thump, much to his discomfort.
"Che cosa ci fa qui," Lovino asked looking at his brothers. (What is he doing here)
"I invited Mr. Antonio for dinner," Feliciano said.
"Poi mi mangio più tardi," Lovino said turning around. (Then I'll eat later)
"Lovino. Siediti," Feliciano said with his smile. However, his eyes said 'Sit down before I hurt you.'
Lovino sighed and sat opposite of the Spaniard. "Hola Lovino. I'm really sorry about earlier."
"Whatever," Lovino murmured as he was served a slice. Feliciano and Antonio went on and on with some of Marcello's input.
Lovino chose to stay out of the conversation, only eating silently. "I almost moved to Rome instead," Antonio said, suddenly catching his attention.
"Lovi lived in Rome for a while," Feliciano said. All the attention was turned to him and he shrank into himself.
"How is it? I hear it's nice," Antonio said.
"Si. It's better than Venice," Lovino stated. Feliciano laughed lightly.
"What did you go to Rome for?" Antonio asked, trying his best to finally talk with the older sibling.
Lovino hesitated as he spoke and fidgeted with his glass, blinking more than usual.
"I went to get an idea of how my grandfather used to live."
"Wow. That sounds amazing. I used to move around Spain a lot when I was younger," Antonio said.
Marcello smiled slightly as he noticed Lovino's slightly relieved yet irritated expression as Antonio and Feliciano kept talking.
"Fratello. I think Lovi and I are going to get some dessert from the restaurant," Marcello said standing. Feliciano nodded and he pulled Lovino out, much to Antonio's disappointment.
As much as he really wanted to talk to Lovino, he found that he always stayed to himself rather shyly.
Marcello pulled out a small cake and smiled at his brother. "What?" Lovino asked noticing him.
"What?" Marcello asked mockingly.
"You're being sneaky and smug," Lovino said.
"You like Mr. Antonio," Marcello said.
Lovino flushed a bright red, though he wasn't sure why. He didn't have a thing for him at all though, this he was sure of.
"Idiota. No I do not. I'm not gay...Or bi," Lovino said.
He showed no hints of lying so Marcello hummed in response.
He knew Lovino was a horrible liar yet he showed not a single sign. He figured he must have not even noticed it himself yet.
"Well, nevermind then. Sorry," he said taking the cake. Lovino raised an eyebrow and followed after him. He continued to sit quietly until he finished desert and excused himself to his room, without a single goodbye to the Spaniard.
...
Antonio sighed as he sat in his new home. It looked more like home, but it was still empty.
It was quiet. It was empty. It was cold. It felt... Lonely.
Flipping two, three pages in his book, he put it down and went to the window where he decided to have a drink.
The silent night was soothing yet he longed for some noise. With that thought he searched his remaining boxes until he found his prize possession.
His guitar. He sat by the window and strummed his favorite tune, enjoying the familiar sound of it.
...
Lovino shifted left and right, wondering why someone was playing guitar at eleven at night.
The frustration caused him to get up and go to the window, slamming it open and looking outside.
"Will you fucking stop! Damn bastard, some of us are trying to sleep!"
Antonio flinched and guitily looked out the window.
"Oh, lo siento,"he said nervously. Lovino looked at Antonio and growled.
"Look Spanish bastard. My fratellino has school tomorrow morning and I personally like to sleep in. Keep your sound to a minimum," he hissed.
He was about to shut the window when Antonio spoke up.
"It's Antonio," he said. "My name is Antonio. And I'm really sorry about the noise."
Lovino stared at him for a few seconds before closing the window. He turned and felt his face heat up.
"What's with him?" He asked himself. He turned back to see Antonio still standing by the window looking at him.
Antonio smiled softly and waved, glad he atleast heard something from him. His smile fell though as Lovino flicked him off and left.
He wanted to be associated with them but it was difficult.
