Crap... This was bad. Antonio never swore. That was his job!
"A-Antonio!" Lovino stuttered, as he stood up trying to block the Spanish man from pushing past him. "D-don't."
"Why, Mi amor?" Antonio gave the Italian a small smile, as he used his thumb to wipe the tears that were still dripping off Lovino's face.
"B-because... You don't need to do anything bastard." He huffed, as the Italian's face was getting redder.
"Your eyes are so red... Please stop crying, Lovi..." Antonio whispered, pulling him into a tight embrace, as he rubbed Lovino's back, whispering some soothing words of Spanish.
"D-dammit bastard! I'm not crying..."
"Then what do you call that,?"
"... Showing emotions in a manly way..."
"So... Crying?"
"I'm no girl, bastard!" Lovino fumed, as he shoved Antonio away, turning as he rapidly wiped his eyes from the tears that tried to find their way out his his eyes.
"Lovi... You can tell me what's wrong..." Antonio insisted, as he took a step closer to Lovino, resting his head upon his shoulder.
"N-no, I can't" Lovino told him, as he took a deep breath.
"Why not?"
"L-look! I just can't tell you at the moment, okay bastard?" Lovino said, as he looked over to Antonio's face. "I p-promise, I'll tell you later." Lovino frowned, as he seen Antonio's disapointed face.
"Later...? Why not now?"
"It's difficult." Lovino tried to explain, as he shook his head.
"Oh."
"L-let's just go inside... I'm hungry." Lovino mumbled, as he turned around opening the door.
"Okay~ But... Maybe you should put on some pants... Lovi." Antonio said, as he noticed his choice of clothing, playfully grabbing at the Italians rear.
"H-Hey!" Lovino yelped, his face flaring red as he swatted the Spaniards playful hands away, before storming into the house.
"I was just playing Lovi~" Antonio cooed, as he followed the angry Italian into the house.
Lovino stopped as he stared at the living room. Gilbert and Francis were gone. Good. He wouldn't have to face him yet. Grabbing onto the Spaniards hand, he started to drag Antonio upstairs, and to the room he was staying in. He stopped as the door creaked open, a familiar face appearing. Francis and Gilbert. Just his luck.
"Great! Lovi! I was looking for you-!...Antonio..." Gilbert's smile turned into a frown as his red eyes glanced down to Lovino and Antonio's hands.
"Aah, Hola Gil~" Antonio tried to sound cheerful, forcing a grin.
"...Yeah... Allo... What ever." Gilbert said, looking a little concerned, his eyes never leaving from the two holding hands.
"Hah..." Antonio looked away, taking notice of Francis. "Aah! Francis!" He cheered, releasing the Italians hand as the Spaniard walked over to Francis and greeted him, leaving Gilbert and Lovino to stare eachother down.
"Lovi... Your eyes are red..." Gilbert noticed, when his stare had finally rose from the hand-holding.
"Y-yeah, so what, stupid potato-fucker..."
"Woah- you never called me that before. What happened to bastard?"
"I gave you a new title..." Lovino said, as he turned away from the German.
"Wait, is that a good thing, or should I be concerned...?" Gilbert stared at Lovino, as he took a step forwards. He almost forgot Francis and Antonio had exsisted.
"You should know asshole!" Lovino started. "I heard what you said to Francis..." He whispered, trying to walk away.
"About..?" Gilbert asked, as he placed a hand on Lovino's shoulder.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Lovino hissed, as he shrugged Gilbert's hand off his shoulder. "I TRUSTED YOU! T-this is what I get for trusting a German!" He said, the tears starting to stream down his face as he sniffled, darting away from Gilbert and downstairs, leaving the Albino confused and dazed, as Lovino hid himself in a closet.
"T-that stupid bastard... H-he knows damn well what he said." Lovino pouted, as he locked the door to the closet he had found for himself. He wasn't planning on coming out anytime soon.
"He better think about what he fucking said."
Antonio and Francis were quiet as they had watched the scene that had unfolded infront of them. All three of the friends were trying to piece together the pieces from the broken puzzel Lovino set up for them. Antonio was the first as he thought of his own explanation.
"GILBERT! What did you do to my Lovi?" Antonio spat, as he went to take a step forwards to take a punch at Gilbert, but Francis was faster as he held out his arm to hold back the furious Spainiard.
"I seriously don't know!" The Albino insisted, as he took a few steps away from Antonio. He knew personally that when Antonio was angry, he was deadly.
"How can you not know? Did you piss him off to the point of tears!" The Spaniard screeched, clenching his fists.
"I didn't! I swear Toni!" Gilbert said, as he ran a hand through his hair. "I wouldn't want to see him cry."
"Because you know that if you make him mad, I'm mad?"
"That has nothing to do with it, Antonio." The German said seriously. "I want to know what I did!"
"It's probably something serious." Antonio sighed, taking into acknowledgement that Gilbert might have said something and not meant it. The German was famous for doing that anyways.
"I should talk to him..."
"I wouldn't suggest you do that amigo." Antonio said with a small smile. "Let him calm down first."
"Ja... You must know how to deal with him. How do you do it?"
"Well... I don't know..." Antonio admitted. "He never ends up telling me anything..."
"...Really? I would have thought he'd open up to you of all people!"
"No.." Antonio sighed softly, shaking his head. "But, if you make my Lovi cry one more time, I'm getting the battle axe from the closet."
"J-ja ja! I wont! ... We still need to know what's wrong."
"Well, Mon amis~" Francis butted in, as he slid between the other two men. "I think /I/ should go ask our... Little Lovi. Ohonon..."
"Oh hell no." Both the men snarled, then turned to eachother in surprise.
"Gil, I don't get it..." Antonio mumbled.
"Get what?"
"It seems... You and Lovi are hiding something from me... I want to know what's going on." The Spaniard said, hurt clearly in his voice as he looked at the German with his emerald eyes.
"...Don't do this Antonio... We're friend but... I just..."
"So.. You /are/ hiding something from me?"
"No! Uh... It's complicated..." Gilbert muttered, rubbing his arm. "I'll tell you as soon as I can Toni. Right now, I have to talk to Lovino." Gilbert whispered, walking up to Antonio and wrapping one arm around the Spaniard, pulling him into a one armed hug.
"..." Antonio only looked on in silence, as Gilbert had left in search of the Italian. Once Francis and Antonio were alone together, the Spaniard turned to Francis. "...You know...Don't you?"
"Alright, so he ran downstairs..." Gilbert mumbled to himself, as he descended from upstairs. "He could have either went into the kitchen and dining room area, the living room, outside, or the basement..." Gilbert decided the Italian may have went into the kitchen. He walked past the dining room and into the kitchen, taking a glance inside. So far, no italian. He decided to investigate further incase Romano hid himself in a cupboard or something. Could he really fit in one?
Opening up many random things Gilbert knew the Italian would not have bothered to get into, he still had no luck finding the man he was looking for. Time to look in a different place. Quickly, Gilbert pulled a tomato from the fridge, as he went to look in a new location. Lovino liked tomatoes, right?
Gilbert headed into the living room, glancing back and forth. He looked over to the basement, and took a quick peek inside. Nope. Man, he needed to clean out his basement soon. That wasn't what he was down here for though.
"Where the heck could he have gotten himself to?" Gilbert whined to himself, as he walked back upstairs. He didn't leave, did he? Quickly, Gilbert headed for the door. Just as he grabbed the knob, he heard crying coming from the closet. The Albino couldn't stand to hear that.
"Ah... Lovi?"
"G-go away! I'm not in here!" Came a sniffling voice.
"Arg... Lovino... Can you open the door?" Gilbert asked as he playd with the handle of the knob. He locked it.
"N-no!"
"Why not?"
"Because of what you said!"
"What I said? I.. I don't even /know/ what I said!" Gilbert insisted, as he ran a hand irritatidly through his hair. Just at that, there was a little crack of the door, as it slowly opened.
"You've got alot of work to.. M-make up for it" Lovino said, as he sniffed, rubbing his face on his sleeve. Hey, he was still wearing Ludwig's shirt. He could get it as snot ridden as he wanted to!
"Lovi... Listen to me..." Gilbert said, as he forced the door open all the way to reveal the Italian. With a sad smile, he reached out and wrapped his arms around the boy, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He was relieved when Lovino hugged him back tighter, resting his head on the Albino's chest.
"I-I'm listening.. Bastard.."
"I want to know what I did wrong... I swear, I don't know.. I would never want to hurt you..."
"Then... Why?" Lovino asked, as he looked up at Gilbert, his eyes red and puffy from his tears, his face red from exhausation. "Why did you use me as a sex toy?"
"A... What?" Gilbert stared at him confused for a moment, trying to decide on what to tell the young Italian. "Are you... Talking about the conversation with Francis?" Gilbert felt a slight blush on his face, as he looked off to the side. Was he upset that Gilbert wanted to officially go out with him?.. It didn't seem like it.
"S-si! You told him everything! About how you only wanted me for your own hard on! Nothing more!"
"Wait wait!" Gilbert understood it now. He placed a finger over Lovino's lip, staring at him seriously. "You didn't hear the whole conversation." Gilbert knew Lovino wanted to yell at him, tell him he was wrong. "At first, I was only joking around." Gilbert started. "When I was making fun of you, at the pool, at first I was kidding... Then, I seen that cute pouty face of yours.. And the blushing embarrassment, and I thought it was the cutest thing I ever seen..." Gilbert smiled, as he leaned close to Lovino. "Once I knew Antonio hadn't claimed you... I couldn't resist." Gilbert let his finger slip from Lovino's lip, a smile still on his face.
"..R..Really..?"
"Really... And that's why I wanted to know if you'd like to be my boyfriend, lovi-?" He was silenced by two arms wrapping around him, as Lovino smashed their lips together. Their lips moved smoothly against eachother, as Lovino opened his mouth for Gilbert's playful tongue. Gilbert ran his tongue across anything he could. The tongue, cheek, teeth, roof of Lovino's mouth.
"Aah.. G-Gilbert" Lovino pulled away, breaking the sweetness of the kiss, as he looked at the German with a flushed face.
"Ja...?"
"...S-should we tell.. Antonio?"
"... If you want to, I want to."
"... I don't want to leave him in the dark anymore... It's eating me alive dammit..." Lovino mumbled, as he pecked Gilbert's lips once more.
"It's been doing the same to me... I mean, I know he's oblivious, but I think he's catching on..."
"Si... When should we tell him...?"
"How about tomorrow?"
"It's fine with me"
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"I can't believe it.." Antonio grumbled, as he folded his arms across his chest, glaring to the side.
"Ah, Ant-"
"You are ALL keeping some sort of secret from me!" He was furious. Well, no. He wasn't mad. He couldn't be. The Spaniard was more hurt by this than anything else. What else was he supposed to do?
"Toni-"
"I can't believe no one told me. What am I supposed to do? Sit around?"
"Antoni-"
"There is nothing worse than getting lied to by a friend! Francis, how could you? What the hell is so important you couldn't have told me, amigo..?" Antonio looked at the confused French man, with tears starting to fill his eyes, as his normally happy green eyes were surrounded with red, showing signs of hurt.
"Listen to me for just a moment!" Francis said, as he grabbed onto both sides of Antonio's arms. "I've been trying to tell you something." The blond poked the middle of Antonio's forehead with a hard jab, his lips in a straight line. "I can't-"
"Why not?"
"Stop inturrupting me for a moment..!" Francis bit down on his lip, as the Spaniard glared to the other side. "You love Lovino, right?"
"Very much, yes."
"And Gilbert?"
"Si, as a friend."
"Then, let them tell you in time. I promised to keep my mouth shut." Francis gave a small sigh, as he ran his hand through his hair. He watched as Antonio's eyes stared at his feet, as if he was trying to figure out a puzzel that had no real answer.
"... Antonio?" Francis piped up after a few seconds.
"Si?"
"What's on your mind?"
"You know..." Antonio started, with a dramatic sigh. "You really piss me off sometimes, amigo."
"Yeah, you learn to love me." Francis cooed, wrapping one arm around Antonio's neck into a tight headlock.
"H-hey! Lemme go!" Antonio said with a big smile, as he tried to free himself.
"Non~" Francis smiled at Antonio, trying to hide how concerned he really was with the burden of the secret he held. Looking at Antonio now, it was as if he was mad one second, and completely forgot the next. Francis knew otherwise, though. Beneath that happy-go-lucky smile, he was probably upset. Maybe even a feeling a little betrayed, angry. Francis wished he could spill his guts, but Gilbert would have had his head. He just really wished he never got Gilbert to speak up about what he had done. Sure, he was a sex-crazed-egotystical-maniac. Well, he actually was't. He just wanted people to believe he was, but he was a good friend. Francis could only hope that things don't go downhill from here.
((HGGGN. I finally finished the next chapter 3 For real, this time.
UGH. School has been piling up on me, making me lack the normal inspiration. oTL. ))
