"Hermano, your friend sounded sort of angry. What did you do?" Chicky innocently asked her older brother as he flopped on the living room sofa.
"I apparently was born," Antonio flatly answered.
"I know that. That Lovi boy sounds really super duper nice before you came back on!" Chicky chirped.
Antonio only stared at her. If only she had spent fifteen seconds with him in the same room, Antonio thought bitterly. But then again Lovi sounded like I caught him at a bad time so maybe I should have just talked to him at school, Antonio tried to soothe his mind. Or maybe he's just evil, the Spanish boy spat at his good side. But he's so cute…
"Um, big brother, do you always talk to yourself like that?" Chicky inquired with an arched eyebrow.
"Yes, sweetie. Everyone's doing it these days! Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go to Belle's house to pick her up for a date," Antonio's voice was lightly dusted in excitement as he said this.
"OK…but Mama says if you're not back by ten, or you come home without any pants again, you are in a lot of trouble," Chicky added as her brother quickly threw on a tan jacket.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. And if I don't have any pants the emergency pants are in the red carnation bushes next to the third garage, right, Chicky-Chicky?" Antonio asked as he grabbed his wallet and kissed his sister's squishy cheek.
Chicky nodded and bid her brother goodbye. I'd love to go into the whole reason for the 'emergency pants' but that's for another chapter. Anyways, Antonio hopped into his expensive cream colored car. He loved its smooth curves and sleek build. Plus, it was great for driving your useless friends home when they've just set fire to an old man's barn. Once more, that is another story in another chapter. Meanwhile, Antonio's phone went off, playing "The Delicious Tomato Song". God, that was a great song. the Spanish boy hummed along with the voice of the male singer for a bit before answering the phone.
"Hello~?" Antonio happily questioned.
"Hey, baby! Where are you?" Belle asked her boyfriend.
"Oh, I'm almost there. We're seeing Hetalia Paint It White, right?"
"Yep! I love me some America! And why were you late this time? Hm? Did Gil and Francis burn down another barn?" Belle sighed.
"I was talking to Lovi. But he wasn't very happy with me. Did you know he has the cutest little brother? I think he and Chicky will be best friends!"
"…What idiot names their son 'Lovi'?"
"On no Belle. That's just what I called him in third grade! We were sort of friends, but now he's changed! We didn't really interact after third grade and somewhere along the line, my sweet little Lovino became a smoker, drinker, and vandal! A van-di-ale!"
"Oh, that's the boy you said you were counseling! Next time you see him I totally want a picture! But, honey, people change. I bet this boy doesn't like you anymore."
"Yeah, he hates me!" Antonio oddly smiled as he uttered these words. "OK Belle, I have to drive. I'll see you in a few moments! Bye~!"
Now, as Tonio drove to the cinema—the fancy word for a movie theater—he began to think about Lovino. He planned to do painting no matter what the grumpy Italian had to say about it. Besides, he couldn't think of anything else to do for replacing vandalism. And who knew; maybe Lovi would be the next Picasso? On the flip side, if he wasn't any good, he could be the hobo who used weird liquids to paint on Gilbert's street. Huh. Antonio decided that after he and Belle went to the movies he was picking up some acrylic paints. And quite possibly, due to Lovino's newfound anger, he'd need a hardhat and a bigger steel bat.
Lovino was lying on his large bed, wishing Alice would leave him and his little Feli alone forever. Finally, Alice had left them for a while, leaving Lovino feeling upset and Feli in sniffling tears. The older Italian had quite the grip on the dark red comforter from anger. Since Feli was snoozing on his right side, Lovino couldn't let out the hour long rant of curses he so desperately wanted to set free. The little boy had climbed onto Lovino's bed after the…family fun. Whimpering and wanting his big brother after their father had taken Alice out for a date, Feli had curled up next to Lovino, stuck his pudgy thumb in his mouth, and fell asleep with Lovino's pale arm around him. He'd forgiven his beloved Lovino for the phone call, plus the five year old needed some actual love for the first time in a while. This scene would have been sweet if Lovino hadn't been so red faced.
"I swear, the next time that evil blonde bitc…hmm…what was that tomato bastard talking about again? Oh, yeah; his sister and stupid counseling. Chicky doesn't sound all that bad, I guess. That damn principal of mine, making me go every other day I have in school to this crazy jerk's office. In fact, it's not even an office. He doesn't own it, so I guess it's like a room…or a closet…or a shelf," Lovino muttered.
"…It's a shelf…," Feli mumbled in his peaceful sleep.
Kissing his brother's head and rubbing Feli's side, Lovino pleasantly whispered, "Yes, sweet. It's absolutely a shelf."
Yes, they are watching their own movie. Anyways, I do not own Hetalia nor Paint It White! Next time: more counseling and the best way of painting ever! :)
