A Moment Of Clarity?
I'm getting married. Eventually.
Lovino was certain there was something wrong. He was so used to feeling stressed, thinking something was going to go wrong, things actually going wrong... But there was none of that. Everything was going smoothly. He was happy. Lovino was not certain how that was even possible, because he was so used to not being so, but it was. And if Feliciano had not been around to bother the hell out of him Lovino would have thought that it was all a lie.
That being said, he still really wanted his brother to leave him alone.
"What do you think about this arrangement? If we had the colours more red, I mean. I think red would look better than blue on this. What d'you think?"
"I think you should shut up," Lovino grumbled, taking the pan off the stove. "I'm working right now, you idiot! Either go away or start working too!"
"The red would look better in the hall, wouldn't it?" Feliciano continued to ramble as he put on his apron. "Summery colours! Did you decide whether I should make the cake?"
"Yes I did," Lovino threw his oven mitts aside. "And you're not. I want someone more professional doing it."
"But... I'm professional..." Feliciano protested. Lovino did not have to look to guess that Feliciano was trying not to cry. He groaned, hitting his head against the wall.
It hurt. Lovino swore.
"Oh! Lovino, you should ask Roderich!" Feliciano quickly bypassed his depression. Lovino stared at him quizzically.
"Roderich?" he asked in absolute disbelief. It was a bit beyond a change of subject. "The man who plays a piano for a living?"
"He used to be a baker!" Feliciano informed him happily. "Made wedding cakes for a living before he played the piano. Think about it, he'll know exactly what to do!"
Lovino sometimes wondered what would have happened if he and Antonio had just signed papers saying they were married. None of this would be going on, it would all be over with, they would just be married. It was not as if Lovino had managed to stay a good enough Catholic long enough that he absolutely had to have a wedding.
But he did. And he wanted this town to have to be there. Show that although he knew full well that they did not like him, he had managed to get Antonio. He was getting married. To hell with the rest of them because he did not care anymore. He was going to be happy, damn it! And they would not stop him!
"Have you and Antonio picked out your suits yet? Do they match?"
What suits don't match?
If Lovino had not been so intent on showing off Antonio at the end of all of this his temper would have dictated that they would not have had a wedding and they would still be on honeymoon in Italy. Where would they be going on honeymoon? Surprisingly, they had not discussed it yet. Lovino made certain he would ask about it when he saw Antonio after lunch.
"Guess, genius."
Notes:
Actually Roderich has played the piano since he was four. But he was in the baking business before he became an acclaimed pianist and before he got lost in Hearth. Funny how the world works.
And plenty of suits do not match, but I doubt Lovino knows about all of those creative accosts of fabric.