In-Tune

Rating: T

Summary: It was meant to be like any other of his family's usual summer home visits instead, when he invites his friend along in hopes of sharing the boredom, he finds a foreign star along the shore. SparomanoAntonioxLovino

BrooklynBabbii

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Story alert/ Favorites: ** Unknown Variable, keroneko13, DrastikkkMeasures **

Reviewer(s)!: ** anonymous, NaruIchi, Lady-Prien **

Anonymous: Do yhu mean Dana and Antonio? I don't remember Feli saying Lovino deserved the Incident. Just that he was worried it would repeat itself after Gilbert. (And if with Dana and Antonio, she's just a kid so she probably only meant it to get him off her case. My brother called me out once at dinner and I had to leave the room. It was really bad…so I can relate with either.)

NaruIchi: I think I know what yhu're talking about…This story is a bit confusing but I'm trying to work with it during school….and failing miserably. I have, like, no free time now! DX and I'm glad yhu liked it. But, I used to be one of those lazy ppl who used to go like "Ugh…reviewing takes too much work.."

Now look at me. I'm asking for reviews every chapter. Contradicting, aren't I?

Lady-Prien: I'm glad. Yhu're awesome. ^^ (Omigod, someone I read from is reading my story…*cheering and dancing in dark corner as to not be seen, doesn't realize brother is videotaping for YouTube*)

Onwards to the fanfiction! :D

Recommended Listening: "Loves Me Not" by t.A.t.U

.:Chapter Four:.

Jealousy

[Antonio]

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

To say he was shocked upon finding some man yelling at him is an understatement. He raised a brow but chose to answer as he heard the distant thump of feet running coming up behind him. He inwardly sighed. Great, just great, he thought, someone had heard this guy. He said carefully; face not even hinting at a smile, "My name is Antonio."

He made his way to continue going down the stairs and then Antonio caught his face. Maroon-red eyes, pale skin and near-white platinum hair. The anger drawn on his face made him resemble an angry Siberian tiger in Antonio's eyes with the guy's dark polo and shorts and combat boots acting as his stripes. But then the yellow bird perched on his shoulder ruined the tiger look.

There was that bird ruining it.

Stupid bird, Antonio found himself thinking and he almost didn't catch the man's words. "What the fuck were you doing in Romano's house?" Antonio raised a brow as an alien feeling rose in his chest. He had left Lovino's house. Lovino was not a Romano, he was a Lovi.

Antonio narrowed his green eyes, "None of your—

"Oui Antonio!"

Said Spaniard's head rose, the turtle's head coming up at the sound of its mother's voice to see a nearly out-of-breath Lovino and Ludwig standing at the top of the stairs.

Antonio looked at the Italian, at the blonde not glaring at Ludwig and shouting something in another language to which the other responded in heatedly to see Lovino's eyes plead for him to understand.

Antonio did understood but again he heard his father's mocking voice in his mind say, "And you thought you would be safe, didn't you? You were too busy locked in your fantasy to see what was really going on, stupid niño."

Antonio shook his head slowly and then took the turtle down from his head as Lovino watched in shock and then set it down on the floor and walk out while the man who continued to yell at Ludwig barely noticed his departure.

That fact that Toby lay squirming on the cool and patterned tile was the only sign Antonio had ever been there at all.

[Lovino]

But Lovino noticed how the turtle, his little Toby, waddled on the floor, afraid. He saw Gilbird glare at the reptile and with barely contained haste; the Italian took up the small turtle and heard the all too closely heard sound of the condo's lobby door slam loudly shut.

Lovino barely fought back the tears that threatened to fall. He spun to Gilbert, the one who had hurt him and nearly made him fall back on that same stretcher, and who had made the Spaniard leave so cruelly.

"Get the fuck out!" Lovino yelled and Gilbert broke contact with Ludwig, eyes going red and face tinted with the red of anger as he spun to yell at the Italian he had come initially to apologize to. But said Italian cut him off, holding his beloved turtle to his slim chest, and yelled again, "I told you to leave!"

Gilbert looked back at Ludwig, who narrowed his eyes in challenge, and back to the Italian glaring through tear-beaded amber eyes. He grunted and then growled, "Fine then, so much for getting on better terms."

Lovino grumbled as the door slammed yet once again, "Keep your fucking terms to yourself."

"Fratello, is it over?"

Both Lovino and Ludwig looked up to see Feliciano at the top of the stairs, tears marring his features. Lovino's eyes were pained. His own past and problems had caused this. He had his own brother cry again. Without even laying a finger on him, Lovino had made his younger brother cry.

"Yeah," he said as Ludwig took the younger Italian close and Lovino started up the stairs. "It's over," he looked back at the door, silently hoping that it wasn't.

But no door opened; his chest constricted as he quickly looked back and down at the floor. "Yeah, it's over," he whispered, his voice nearly cracking as he walked to their shared condo's door.

"Fratello?" Feliciano asked despite Ludwig's trying to shush him. "Are you—?"

"I'm not hungry," Lovino cut in with a flat tone. "I'm going to bed."

Feliciano nearly saw that image of Lovino going to the door and walking inside, this time, the turtle the item he held close to him, as if desperation of something with meaning, instead of the broken garnet bracelet he had been found with.

Feliciano broke free of his blonde lover's arms just in time to see Lovino's door shut softly, without a sound, and just as he heard the blood-curdling sound of the lock being closed—

Feliciano reacted, with images of that warm summer night coming back to mind as he began to bang on the door. He didn't even realize he was yelling Italian until Ludwig found him and forced him to their shared room where he tried to whisper reassurances in the smaller male's ears.

"It's okay, Feli, it's not like last time. He'll come out of this," Ludwig said but Feliciano continued to sob. He knew what the blonde said was probably true but it didn't hurt any less.

Lovino was hurt yet once again because he hadn't been there to promote peace. Last time, it was because he had let Byron in. Now, Lovino was hurt because he had let someone leave.

He couldn't do anything right.

But across the hall, Lovino sat against his bathroom door and thinking it was his own fault that Feliciano was crying and had been banging on his door to demand him to open it and prove to him that Lovino would last the night.

Lovino hadn't but he had promised t survive the night through the door right as he heard Ludwig drag his brother away.

Toby kept wiggling nervously and making a sort of crying noise in its throat but despite Lovino's distant caress to its shell, he knew what the small reptile wanted.

It wanted to see Antonio and know all was right. It wanted to rest in that warm nest of brown hair while the Spaniard laughed and made jokes, corny or otherwise, as he kept telling him to shut up and stop making such lame puns.

He would curse him out for looking at pretty women and for flirting back despite how Antonio wasn't even his to begin with.

But, he realized as his despair sank to a deeper level, he had always at least listened instead of brushing him off.

Antonio had always stopped flirting when Lovino asked. He hadn't stopped his jokes but he did make them such a way that Lovino couldn't resist laughing to them.

Only two weeks, Lovino realized with a bitter scoff. Only two short weeks of restaurants, movies and games and that one dance club venture had made him fall—

"No," he growled even as he tried to bite his tongue but his mind said it for him. His mind told him in so soft tone or phrase.

Lovino Vargas loved Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.

No ifs or ands about it, his mind growled, he was in love with the exact Spaniard his own past had all but shoved away. It was his own fault.

"Why am I so fucking pathetic," he growled. But then a sob caught in his throat as he leaned back farther into the wall and away from the sink where he knew a brand-new pack of razors waited in the sink's cabinet.

"Why do I even bother?"

You BOTHER because you CARE, his mind said, but Lovino didn't even believe himself anymore.

I'm baaaack and back on my writing game!

Sorry, it's so short but this was very important and for the next chapter to move smoothly, this had to be short. (2 updates in one day, actually like 2 weeks, but I posted the same day.)

Anyways, the next chapter, we see how Antonio is doing on his end, a little tidbit (but not even close to) fraction of smut and then we finally see how popular Chibitalia! really is with the world.

:) I hope to see yhu there~

W00t! Updates will be swift this time, I am trying to get to this story caught up with my others with like…6 or 7 or 8 chapters…

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I know…I have a lot of work to do…

But what America doesn't, nowadays? :D

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