A Bet Worth More Than Money Part One

Chapter Seven: Lovino's First Move


Non possiedo Hetalia


That same day, the grumpy Italian had settled back down into his home. He had taken a siesta with his brother not long after Feliciano cleaned the kitchen. They were awoken by their kitchen timer to get them up to make dinner.

Their plans for dinner were to make Farfalle pasta with Alfredo sauce. The brothers decided that the younger will focus on the home-made dough and to cook it while the older prepares the home-made sauce.

"So, fratello… The potato bastard didn't hurt you, right?" Lovino mumbled while grating some cheese. He took a look over his brother's form before Feliciano looked over to him to answer.

"You should know by now, ve! He doesn't hurt a hair on my head, besides that time we got our… uh, curls tangled." The ginger replied. Lovino stiffened a growl at the memory. "Why do you ask, anyways?"

"I wanted to make sure he still doesn't lay a hand on you besides saving your sorry little ass." the older Italian retorted. Feliciano just smiled his lop-sided smile and focused once more on the dough. Lovino also turned his attention back to the meal, but let his anger out through chopping the parsley.

A comfy silence fell over their cooking. The younger Italian soon finished the dough, and cut it into the bow tie shape of Farfalle. He got a pot out, adding the proper amount of water, and cranked the heat up on the stove. Before the water could start boiling, Lovino added the cream and butter to the sauce. He brought out a pot, also, and added the contents of the half-ready sauce. The older brother mimicked the temperature the ginger set, then turned it down enough for it to get some heat, and then placed on the lid. Feliciano dispersed the pasta into the now boiling pot of water, which signalled their time to wait. They ushered themselves into the dinning room, and sat down while the sauce and pasta boiled.

With a sigh, Lovino stated, "You know, why don't you tell me why you like 'Ludwig'," he stiffed a gag, "so much?" This caught Feliciano off guard. With a joyful smile, he patted his hands on the table, leaning in.

"Oh, I could go on forever! And I'm pleased you would even ask! Anyways~! Theres the fact that he won't push me away, he saves me all the time, accepts my hugs and kisses," he made a duck face after mentioning the affectionate gestures, "he lets me sleep in his bed, he will sometimes take a break to chat with me, he will let me make pasta, he will also cook for me, he helps keep me stay clean and healthy…" At this moment, Lovino and zoned out.

If only one of them would come forward with their feelings! With both of them being oblivious, one because he's a stoic freak, it might be tough for me at this point in this little… 'Friendzone'.

The older Italian then returned to reality. "… and Luddy never leaves me behind!" Feliciano concluded. Taking in a deep breath after his non-stop rant, the younger Italian relaxed.

"Hmph." the older of the two grunted, blushing lightly. "Thats to many things to like about a jerk like him!"

"Fratello," he whined. "Ludwig is no jerk!" Feliciano argued. With a sigh, Lovino got up, and waved his hand in dismissal.

"Whatever. Come on, we have a meal to eat." The brothers left for the kitchen once more. The grumpy Italian got out the plates while the bubbly one started dishing out the pasta, then drizzled on the sauce. They both took a plate, and went back to the dinning room. Settling down, Lovino dug straight into his meal. After having a few fork-full bites of pasta, he started conversation once more.

"Not because I'm nosy or trying to w-win something, just curious, hows your… l-l… love life?" Lovino stuttered, keeping a straight face despite the blush crawling over his cheeks. Feliciano looked at him weirdly once again.

"Whats with all these weird topics, fratello?" the ginger questioned, tilting his head to the side.

"J-Just answer them, damn it!" he demanded.

"Well, of coarse, I'v been hitting on the pretty girls I see~! But no one has really taken my heart away… besides one person…" Feliciano stared dreamily into space. Lovino leaned in ever so slightly just incase he would miss it, or miss-hear it. "… Holy Roman Empire…" he whispered while still in a hazy trance. The older brother face palmed with such intensity that it scared the ginger out of his thoughts.

"Wh-what did I do?" he stuttered to Lovino. He just let out a long and heavy sigh. I will never get through to him, will I? … But if I have to, I will resort to playing with Ludwig's thoughts instead… "H-Hello? Fratello!" If only I could do this with out getting sick… I will talk to Antonio tomorrow. "LOVI!" Feliciano shouted.

"Ch-Chigi!" the grumpy brother yelped, jumping from his seat. "What?" he yelled back. Feliciano giggled.

"What did you want me to say?" his brother asked sincerely. Lovino just sighed and started trying to finish his pasta. "… You know what, I want to hear what you have to say about your love life~!"

With a growl, the older of the two took his plate to the kitchen, and went to his bedroom. He changed into his night shirt and pants. After, he laid down on his bed, and actually thought about an answer that may or may never be said aloud.

I-I don't like anyone… No one, yeah! And I definitely don't like that Spaniard of a bastard… A blush once again crept up on him. U-Ugh… Buonanotte, idiota! he hissed to his mind.

While he drifted off to sleep, his brother climbed in next to him. Feliciano looked him over, and tried to figure out what has been going to make him act so strange. When Lovino didn't give off any hints in his sleep, the younger Italian dozed off.