"Lovina, you should wear this dress."
I sighed, scanning the piece of shit with my eyes. "Antonio, all of these dresses are fucking short."
The bastard's face fell. "I think you'd look cute."
"Fine."
Let me explain why sexy bastard is here. Felicia read my fucking texts- which means she figured out that he likes me. I mean, shit. It's pretty obvious.
She figured out that I liked him by my blush. That damn blush. Ugh.
So, she invited him too. (If Roma knew he was in my room, he'd fucking flip.)
I told him to wait outside the door while I changed. He smiled and exited the room.
The dress was fucking beautiful. It was a short, red dress that shows some cleavage but not too much that you have to hide it from your grandfather.
It slipped on to my body easily, and it was just my size.
"Come zip it up for me, bastard." I muttered.
The door opened, then shut and someone zipped my dress up.
"I love you, sorella."
That wasn't Antonio's voice. Shit. Romeo.*
I turned around. "Romeo?"
My stupid brother smiled a broken smile. "You're my sister, and ti amo, and you're beautiful, and...please...don't leave."
Tears welled in my eyes. Shit, my makeup. "Ti amo, fratello, and I don't plan on it "
Romeo hugged me tightly, crying softly on my shoulder. To be honest, this is seriously the first fucking time I've seen my fratello cry. We never really get alone time.
I patted his back gently. "Shh...shh...mio fratello is being a bastardo...ruining my eyeliner! Heh." I tried to cheer him up, but my voice got all fucking choked up.
Romeo sniffed, smiled and wiped his eye.
"Sorry."
"I want dark chocolate gelato, per favore."
I know it's not good for me to eat too much, but shit. Gelato? Fucking amazing.
Felicia was trembling in her seat. Tonight was the night she would tell fratello, Roma, and the food bastards she was expecting a bambino.
And I know I should tell someone, but I don't feel too well. But I don't want to ruin her fucking moment, śi?
The potato bastard sat next to her, holding her hand and smiling for once. And fuck, that never happens.
Antonio sat next to me. We didn't do anything intimate, but damn. Just looking at him made my heart feel funny.
"Everyone..." Felicia suddenly said, making my head direct in her way. Heh, here it comes. She's gonna drop the fucking bambino bomb!
Everyone looked at her and she stood up. I reached for her hand to assure her it'll be okay. I can be nice at times. Fuck, it barley happens, but it happens.
"I'm having a-...PASTA!"
What the fuck.
"I mean...bam...bam..." she stuttered.
...
"She's having a fucking baby."
Shit.
Ah, here comes the-
"PROFANITY!" Roma yelled, then buried his face in his hands.
Ludwig stood up and hugged Felicia. "Shh...liebe, don't cry."
Romeo banged his head on the table, and Antonio? He flat out sat there with a gaping mouth.
"You're going to catch flies, bast-" Roma glared at me. "bast...bast...bast friend."
I had to be German to save myself. What has this fucking crazy world come to?
Felicia sobbed in Ludwig's arms. "I'm such an idiota..."
"The male is the one who makes the babies, therefore it's fu-" I paused. "It's Ludwig's fault."
Ludwig frowned.
"I mean...I..." my voice became wheezy, and faint as my vision blurred. Fucking low oxygen. "..you...Sperminator..."
Antonio grabbed me. "Call an ambulance! Someone!"
The German's eyes welled with tears.
"Sorry."
* = Romeo is Seborga.