AN: IM SO SO SORRY THAT I KEPT YOU GUYS WAITING FOR OVER TWO WEEKS! I have a lot going on, since I choir, I have four days to memorize a song that I chose, and sing it at an award's ceremony at my school. BY MYSELF! It's been three years since I've done a solo, so I'm not used to it at all, and I don't like singing in front of crowds by myself. But, I'm going to suck it up, because I wont get many chances like this. Add on the tutoring at home, and being a therapist to all of my friends, since they come to me for advice and everything else. I suck at giving advice, so I don't get why they come to me, so yeah I haven't ad time to write unfortunately. Side Note, WRITER'S BLOCK CAN GO DIE IN A HOLE! I wish I could go and hug you all! Everyone's reviews are so sweet on all my stories :) I'm really glad you all are liking this, and hopefully I won't mess up at any point in this story, or any of my others! Anyway, so here's chapter seven to La Bella Madre Italiana!
Disclaimer: *Sighs* I DONT OWN ANYTHING! I SWEAR THIS ON ALL OF MY ANIME AND BOOKS! *coughs* anyway, ONWARD READERS!
Lovino sat in his seat as Antonio continued to drive to the beach, listening to the calming Italian music he had put on earlier.
Feliciano was leaning on Ludwig, taking a nap, while the German was reading and holding the petite Italian. Francis and Joan had their arms around each other and Matthew, since the poor Canadian was stuck in between them. Lovino couldn't hear exactly what the three were talking about, but he thought that it was probably about a certain German-sorry, 'Prussian', since Matthew was blushing hard.
Gilbert was currently poking Lovino's cheek multiple times, trying to get the angry Italian to crack. Antonio, oblivious to all of this, was just humming along to the songs playing on the radio, eyes only being on the road. Finally, when Gilbert pulled Lovino's curl, knowing exactly what it did, the Italian's eyes shot wide open, and he covered his mouth with one hand, using the other to slap Gilbert across the face.
The Prussian just laughed, the slap not hurting at all, while Francis said "honhonhon!"
Ludwig, used to the crazy noise of everyone, continued to read, while Feliciano still slept. Antonio looked over briefly to see what the problem was, and laughed at Lovino's flushed face. "Aw Lovi~ You look like a tomato! What happened?"
Matthew and Joan laughed as Lovino covered his curl, protecting it from anyone else, before saying "This bastard" He pointed to Gilbert. "Pulled my freaking curl! YOU ALL KNOW WHAT THAT SHIT DOES!" Lovino yelled, eventually waking up Feliciano.
"Ve~ Fratello, what's wrong? Why did you yell?" He asked, sleepiness coating his voice.
Lovino's face softened slightly, and he sighed, saying "Nothing Feli. Jus go back to sleep damn it." Feliciano nodded, and after a few moments, was back in his dream land.
Matthew smiled, and said teasingly "Such a good brother you are Lovino! You got a few brownie points for that." Gilbert laughed at this, as did everyone else, except for Ludwig, who had fallen asleep as well.
The Italian rolled his eyes, and eventually let his hand fall down, his body finally calming down from the pull. "So, how much longer until we get to the stupid beach? I don't want to be in a car with you guys any longer than I have to." Lovino said bitterly, still upset that everyone saw his soft side.
Antonio smiled, and said "We just got here Lovi, I'm trying to find a good parking spot." Matthew woke Ludwig and Feliciano up, letting the two know this information.
Gilbert, Joan, and Francis cheered, excited to finally be at the beach. After a few minutes, Antonio finally parked right next to an ice-cream shop, and everyone started to get out.
Feliciano literally dragged his boyfriend to the back of the car so they could get their things out. Francs and Joan had brought a picnic basket that had wine, sandwiches, two different types of pasta-two guesses to who can guess who packed that-tomatoes, soda, and eight water bottles. Feliciano grabbed the basket, which he then quickly handed to Lovino, since it was really heavy from everything inside.
Ludwig grabbed the two umbrellas Gilbert had brought, and sunscreen, putting a huge amount of the substance on his brother. Antonio grabbed the soccer ball he had brought, while Matthew grabbed his book, along with Lovino and Joan's. The French couple grabbed the chairs everyone had brought to sit on, and the eight of them headed down to the sand.
The sun was out and shining like always, and the weather was perfect in everyone's opinion. The wind was blowing slightly, and it wasn't too hot or too cold.
Once Ludwig and Antonio were done setting up the chairs and umbrellas, Matthew took of his shirt, sat down in one of the chairs that was directly in the sun, and started to read the book he had brought with him.
Gilbert tried not to stare at the Canadian's chest, which was like a mixture of Feliciano's and Antonio's, lean, but not too toned.
He failed at that miserably.
Antonio quickly set out to the water, wondering if Lovino would take off his shirt and join him. The thought slightly excited Antonio, but he forgot about that thought when Gilbert jumped in the water and splashed him.
Lovino joined Matthew, and sat under the umbrella, getting out his book that he had been dying to read all day. Joan, after taking off her clothes and just in her bathing suit, joined her two best friends, and also took out her book that she had been reading for the past few days.
Yeah, the three were known for reading during a lot of their free time.
Ludwig and Feliciano were content to lay on the sand together instead of the chairs, and talk about anything and everything. Francis had joined Antonio and Gilbert, and now the three were dunking each other, and just having fun in the water. Everything was pretty relaxing, hardly anyone else was on the beach, which was surprising to Lovino, who was expecting the bech to be very crowded.
After thirty minutes, Lovino, Matthew, and Joan looked up to see Gilbert, Antonio, and Francis come out of the water, their arms around each other's shoulders, and big grins on their faces. The three walked up to the other three on the chairs, and Antonio wondered why Lovino hadn't taken off his shirt yet. The day was slowly but surly getting hotter, and Lovino looked like he was starting to sweat.
Francis and Gilbert dragged Joan and Matthew out of their seats and the two laughed, putting their books down to go join them in the water. Lovino simply rolled his eyes, shook his head, and went back to his book.
Antonio sat in the seat next to the Italian, and said "Hey Lovi, you wanna go swimming? You look like you're about to die in that shirt."
Lovino's eyes widened a bit, but he said "No thanks bastard. I don't feel like getting dunked and drowned by your friends. I'll just sit here and read."
Antonio frowned, hearing the slight shake in Lovino's voice, and said "What's wrong? I know that there has to be another reason why you don't want to join us."
Lovino just shook his head, and continued to look at his book, not wanting to meet the Spaniard's eyes. "I'm fine tomato bastard. That IS the only reason. Okay?" Lovino said, hoping Antonio would get the hint and leave him alone.
Antonio thought for a second, before noticing that Lovino was clenching his shirt sleeves tightly. "Lovi? Are you insecure about yourself? I promise you we won't judge you!" Antonio said lightly, watching the Italian's body language carefully.
Lovino stood up quickly, dropping his book, and started to walk to the car. 'Oh shit, he can't find out, he can't. If he keeps going on like this, I'm going to trust him more than I already do, and I'll be screwed!' Lovino thought to himself.
Joan and Matthew noticed Lovino start to walk to the car, and they both looked at each other, knowing something was wrong. So, they both got out of the water, grabbed their towels, and ran to Lovino, not noticing Antonio following them. Lovino turned around, hoping to God that it wasn't Antonio following him, and sighed with relief when he saw Matthew and Joan.
"Hun, what's wrong?" Joan asked quietly.
Matthew put his arm around Lovino's shoulder, and calmed Lovino down before he cold have another anxiety attack. Now yes, it's not normal for someone to have two panic attacks in one day, however, due to Brandon and the things he had done, Lovino still gets them a lot.
"He can't find out about my scars, or what happened to me, he just can't! He'll freak out or some shit like that, a-and...he'll leave. He'll give up on me like so many other people have!" Lovino said.
Antonio hadn't heard anything except for the last sentence, and felt his heart break slightly. Joan and Matthew continued to calm Lovino down, and the Spaniard wanted nothing more, then to be the one holding his Lovi.
Matthew seemed to notice Antonio, and gestured for him to come closer, which he did. Joan and Matthew let go of Lovino, and Antonio took their place, the Italian stiffening slightly.
"Lovi, Lovi, Lovi. It's okay, I'm not going to leave you, I promise." Lovino turned his head towards Antonio, and said "How much of that did you hear you bastard?"
Antonio ignored the insult, and replied "Only the last thing you said. I promise I won't ever leave you-...Hey, what's wrong?" Antonio grew worried as Lovino turned three shades paler than usual, and stared over Antonio's shoulder, seeming to be frozen in place.
"Lovino? What's wrong? C'mon you got to tell us." Joan said, Matthew asking the same thing.
Lovino only whispered one sentence, that made Matthew and Joan pale as well.
"B-Brandon...shit he's here..."
Joan and Matthew covered their mouths with their hands and said one thing at the same time.
"Oh fuck."
AN: MUWAHAHAHA! yes I'm slightly evil we all know this. Sorry that it's a bit short, but I promise the next chapter will be longer! Anyway, until the next chapter in this, my other stories, or anything new, Peace!
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