Hungarian Horntail
Lovino groaned as the beige curtains in his room were thrown back, and light invaded his senses. "What the fuck?" he exclaimed, putting a hand up to combat the glaring sun.
He heard an obnoxious laugh as he flipped on his side, trying to avoid the glaring sun. "Stop that Elizaveta!" he groaned, sitting up. He glared at the beautiful Hungarian woman with her hands resting on her hips, a smile dancing on her mouth.
"Rise and shine, Princess!" she sang, ducking as he threw a pillow at her.
"Fuck you." He said, tasting his morning breath. "What time is it? It better not be before noon or I swear..."
He heard her laugh once more as she set down break feast he had missed to notice on his small table. She checked her watch, then gave him a sickly sweet smile. "Its six-thirty."
He froze in horror, her words sinking in. "Six... Thirty? You woke me up... At six fucking thirty?!" He wiped the sleep from his eyes, ignoring the rumbling in his stomach at the delicious looking cappuccino and fette biscottate. "Why the hell would you ever fucking do that?"
She turned around from the table, her long brown hair flying and her green eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, I heard that we have a new addition to our little family. And that he's a smoking hot babe. I thought you might like to see him." She winked at Lovino as he buried his face in a pillow. Other thank himself and a select few friends, she was the only one who knew of his sexuality. And she often used it against him, trying to set him up with her many male friends. He hated when she did that, as it was embarrassing and all he men she picked weren't his type. He liked tall, strong Spaniards with a butt of the gods...
His faced turned beet red as he slapped himself. Don't think about him you idiot! Who cares, he's just some happy go lucky idiot with no brain.
Elizaveta narrowed her eyes, looking suspiciously down at the brunette. Her eyes widened as she realized that he had already seen Antonio, and was absolutely infatuated with him. She yanked him out from the pillow. "Don't tell me you already saw him! Ohmygod, was he hot? I heard he has a beautiful ass."
Lovino's face turned beet red as he thought, once again, of the heavenly ass Antonio had. Elizaveta jumped on the bed, squealing as she thought about him. "Ooh, I bet he's your type. Have you talked? Have you asked him out? You totally should!"
If it was even possible, Lovino's face turned even more red. "No!" he snapped, pushing her gently off of the bed. "Even if I wanted to," he said, stressing the if, "I wouldn't be allowed. Do you know how batshit crazy my grandma would get? I would be murdered! It's bad enough that Nonno and Feli are pretty much gay, but me too? Their heir?" He trailed off, shuddering as he imagined her reaction, causing the happy smile slid off of Elizaveta's face.
"Lovino..." she started softly, "Maybe you should just come out to her. You can't just keep this bottled up. You can't just keep on living like this. Grace loves you, she really does. You just need the courage to tell her. She'll understand."
Lovino laughed, his adams apple bobbing, and his suit crinkling as he threw back the blankets and got out of the large white and black bed. He sighed and put his head in his hands, unusually quiet. "Elizaveta, you have to understand. It's not that simple. And, not only would Nonna be angry, how would I be accepted in public? I know it is legal, but if I had a boyfriend, would we even get recognized? I just... I can't do it, Liz. I can't."
The Hungarian woman pursed her lips as she looked at Lovino, her face soft and sad. "Well... Anyways," he said quickly, changing the subject, "That fette biscottate looks delicious. Did you make it? I can see the heat and butter."
Elizaveta visibly relaxed, although her eyes remained slightly upset. As they talked, the morning passed, and she finally had to leave. Elizaveta turned around, giving Lovino a concerned look. "Are you sure you alright?" She asked, much to Lovino's annoyance.
"Yes, Eliza, I'm fine. Stop worrying." And, with a final glance, she left. Lovino dropped his shoulders, and hung his head, thinking, 'Why does she always bring that up?"
I'M SO SORRY! I know I haven't updated, but that's because I just procrastinate too much. Fanfiction writing for me right now isn't as serious for me as it is for some, so I may only update once or twice a month. I know, this chapter is reallllly short. Please read and review, constructive criticism is much appreciated. Oh, and to my darling brother, stop reading my story or I'll eviscerate you. Happy Christmas, or whatever winter Holiday you celebrate!
