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Chapter 7

Lovino had to admit that the French bastard could cook well, even if he wouldn't dare let anyone hear him say it. The fish went well with the bread that Francis had freshly made along side light salad. The boy did wish that he was allowed to have a glass of wine as well, but he wasn't going to push his luck.

The food might've been good, but due to a certain asshole the mood was ruined. Which made the food have a less appealing taste. That potato bastard was glaring at the boy and having someone trying to make you turn to stone or spontaneously combust isn't the most pleasant feeling. Lovino wanted nothing more than to tell Gilbert to fuck off, but he knew that he would be the one paying if he did that.

Francis tried to lighten the mood with some conversation with the little help that Antonio provided. Thankfully enough the jerks were speaking in German so that Lovino could actually understand. The Italian was sure to be polite enough to answer whatever was directed at him, but he keep it as short as possible. But like Gilbert, he tried to keep silent. Lovino did wonder why Francis tried, they all knew that it was a failure.

When Lovino saw that the dishes were just placed in the sink, he breathed a sigh of relief that he didn't have to wash them. That would make the day suck worse.

Lovino started to head back upstairs to hide out in the library when Francis stopped him, "Lovino, why not stay down here with us? I don't want to be lonely."

Immediately, Gilbert voiced his thoughts on the idea, "Why should that brat stay down here?"

Francis didn't seem to care, he tossed his hands into the air. "See what I have to put up with!"

Although the idea of hanging around downstairs was unappealing, the nagging thought of staying alone bothered him. He normally liked to be alone, but since he moved in with Antonio it felt like he was almost always alone now. At least beside the time out in the tomato field.

With the fear that loneliness and more home sickness would creep up on him, he agreed. "Si." He mumbled as he took a seat.

"So are you two staying here or in town?" Antonio asked, not commenting about Lovino staying. The teen figured that meant that he was at least allowed.

The idea of having the two staying under the same roof was enough to make Lovino cringe. There was no way he would live through the night, at least not without punching someone.

"It's nice of you to offer," Francis smiled, Lovino was having a hard time figuring out if it was creepy or not. "but we have already gotten a room at the inn."

"He's afraid that I'll fuck shit up tonight." Gilbert grumbled.

Lovino almost snorted at that, but wisely kept his comments to himself.

"Well, I was hoping to get a lady or man as well tonight." The Frenchman then proceeded to wiggle his eyes in a perverted manner. Just the sight of that made Lovino uneasy and wondering if he should slip upstairs.

"Why would you do such a thing? You have 'Toni cast as your star-crossed lover don't you." Gilbert asked.

"Oui, but of course." Francis gave Antonio a little wink. To which Antonio smiled back at. "My love for Antonio is everlasting, but I'm sure one night off won't hurt this."

Lovino couldn't believe this conversation was actually going on. Antonio was gay? The Italian shivered thinking about his experience with men of that nature. Only once had one ever tried to push him, of course he was much younger then. He didn't like to think of that time.

"Never, Francis." Antonio chuckled.

With the briefest thought of that time, Lovino could already feel himself getting sick. "Oi Lovino, are you ok?"

Lovino nodded slowly, he just had to push that memory to the back of his mind. "S-si, I'll be fine." At least he hoped that all that food wouldn't be making a second appearance.

Gilbert laughed, "What never seen a couple of fags before?" He asked looking at Lovino.

Francis rolled his blue eyes, "Just because you don't like it Gilbert doesn't mean that everyone else doesn't."

The boy couldn't believe that Gilbert had nearly correctly guessed the reason for his reaction. From the look of his red eyes, he knew the reason exactly but wouldn't say it.

"Are you guys hitting the local bar tonight?" Antonio asked, changing the topic.

"Hell ya! I came to see you, but a bar with woman and I'm there." Annoyingly, the albino looked happy about that.

"Oui." Francis smile creepily again. "You are coming with us, non? I could get you a beautiful girl for sure!"

Lovino was a bit glad that the conversation had turned around a bit.

Antonio smiled, "Sí, why not?"

"You better leave the kid though," Gilbert jabbed a finger toward Lovino.

"Yeah, I think he's still a bit young for alcohol." Antonio said glancing at Lovino.

"So do I." Francis readily agreed.

Lovino knew that it wouldn't be that fun staying home alone again, but he had to admit that it was probably for the best.

"I'll go do the dishes then we can leave." Antonio announced as he started toward the kitchen.

"Why don't you just leave it for your little maid?" Gilbert scoffed.

Lovino couldn't believe the bastard just said that. He could feel his face flush, how dare that man bring up the stupid outfit that he used to wear. His mouth opened, ready to call Gilbert every name in every language that he could think of. Screw what Antonio thought.

Antonio spoke first though, "Gilbert, he's not my maid. I'll do the dishes, Francis cooked after all."

Lovino was still pissed, but he did realize that Antonio just stepped in so that he didn't make a mistake. The boy shut his mouth so that it wouldn't get him in trouble.

"Oui, while you sat on your ass all day." Francis muttered.

"So what." Gilbert grumbled, clearly he didn't like it when it was him that was being attacked.

Francis rolled his eyes and turned to Lovino, "What do you like to do for fun?"

The boy was startled for a second, he honestly wasn't expecting to really contribute to a conversation. "Um, read." He answered quickly, not really wanting to say what he really liked.

"Is that all?" Francis strangely enough seemed to like an actual human and not that creepy man you swear is stalking you.

Lovino shrugged, maybe he can admit to something. "I liked going out in the tomato field."

"Have him working already Antonio?" Francis called to Antonio with a smile on his face.

"Sí, you caught me." Antonio grinned sheepishly back, before he headed back into the kitchen.

Francis continued to question Lovino on different matters. Lovino only answered as much as he was willing to, and surprisingly enough Francis didn't push him.

Shortly after Gilbert 'excused' himself to go to the bathroom. Francis started to ask about Feliciano. "How's your brother?"

"He's fine." Lovino answered quickly.

"He's quite adorable." Francis said dreamily. "Then again so are you."

Despite not wanting to, Lovino blushed. "Shut up."

Francis edged closer to him, "Why? Don't you hear it all the time?"

Lovino wanted to get away from this man, but at the same time he wanted to believe his words. In fact he scarcely ever heard that. "N-no." He stuttered.

"That's a shame," Francis murmured.

Lovino was at his limit, he shoved Francis away. "Y-you bastard! Don't come near me. Fuck!"

"What happened?" Antonio asked after running in and seeing the French man on the floor.

It took Lovino a second to process what he had done. Well fuck. He knew that he was turning red, now embarrassed of his actions even if he didn't think that he did anything wrong.

He looked briefly at the men, wondering what was going to happen now. When neither of them moved, he bolted himself out of the room. And then out the door and into the embrace of the night air.