Feliciano yawned, shielding his mouth with a colorful sweater that was too large for him. He shrugged it back onto his shoulders and tried to remember what he was going on about. It wasn't his fault he was so exhausted, Lovino had unconsciously kicked him out of bed at four in the morning and didn't even apologize when he was awoken by the huge bang his younger brother made. He sleepily glimpsed at the whimpering mess on the wooden floorboards and simply rolled over, curling up and falling back into a serene sleep. The auburn haired male crawled back onto the mattress and tried to stir his sibling into awareness of his surroundings. But it was to no avail and Feliciano had to stay up for two hours by himself, in the dim, moonlit room. He was afraid of the darkness and had fallen into the habit of leaping into Lovino's bed when he was younger; as did Marcello. Yet, this time Lovino was stubbornly fixed on remaining asleep and wasn't going to let him cuddle him.
"Big brother! Wake up! Wake up!" Feliciano whined, slumping his body horizontally over Lovino's and lazily shaking him. The sun was rising and it was time to prepare for school. The brunette only snored delicately and slurred something about Antonio and turtles. Pouting, Feliciano sat back on his thighs for a moment and pondered what he could do to wake him up. Threaten to kiss Antonio? No, he wouldn't do something so cruel…. Sing? Maybe. Hm… Oh!
"Nonno!" Feliciano yelled at the top of his lungs, "Lovi won't wake up!"
Like a spell, Lovino snapped his eyes open and shoved Feliciano off of him. He began to strike him with one of his slobber covered pillows, cursing at him in different languages.
"You fucker! Don't even think about it! I'll kill you before he gets here!" Lovino continued to pelt him for half a minute before flinging out of the bed and darting into the bathroom. Feliciano recovered from the attack, smiling nostalgically as he laid on his back, panting. It was almost like they were all home together again. It took Lovino a few minutes of hiding and planning his grandfather's death before he realized…. He hadn't lived with his grandpa for over two years now… He slowly walked out of the bathroom, glaring at Feliciano for fooling him into thinking he was going to be targeted by the Italian Mafia. It was a cruel method of waking people, but it worked well enough.
"Fuck you…" With that, the siblings got dressed and Lovino waited downstairs for him. When he pranced down the steps with his backpack slung over his shoulders and a rainbow sweater on, Lovino stared at him for a minute before turning around and ignoring his presence. Feliciano clapped his hands together in excitement, seeing as his older brother was very protective over him and what he wore. He didn't want him to be targeted for harassment at school, but the fact that Lovino didn't mind him wearing his LGBT pride shirt made his heart warm. It was a flurry of bright colors and a little too big for Feliciano. The front read the clever words: "I'm not gay, but my boyfriend is." And maybe one day Lovino would borrow that sweater and something huge would happen that would change their lives permanently. But until then, the sweater was just a cute symbol of his pride and sexuality.
He was tearful when Antonio revealed that Lovino never kicked in his sleep when they slept in the same bed. Lovino denied he did it on purpose, but for once, Feliciano wasn't fooled. They went to school and when Feliciano stepped into his first class, he couldn't resist beaming when Ludwig laid eyes on his shirt and squinted at the words. Ever since his first day at school, he developed a crush on Ludwig. When they were introduced, the blond thought he was unusual and fragile. He disregarded him a lot and got angry at the slightest things. But Feliciano kept trying to be his friend and being sweet to him. He followed him everywhere and even flirted with girls to make himself seem more likeable. Needless to say, he failed and Ludwig continued to shrug him off. But he still kept his promise to Antonio to keep him safe.
"Feliciano…" Ludwig stood up and walked up to him, his face stern and sculpted as always. Feliciano blinked up at him innocently, waiting for what he would say next. The German looked into his warm, affectionate eyes for a moment with his own baby blue ones before grabbing his arm and pulling him into the hallway. There was an awkward silence, in which they merely stared at each other. Then he relaxed his stance and exhaled.
"I have a sweater like that at home. I wear it when it's cold in the house." If that didn't seal his love for the German, then he didn't know what would. Miraculously, contrary to the sweaters, both of them were single. But that didn't mean Ludwig would accept his feelings right away. In fact, right then the blond accepted him as a friend. And until he could get Ludwig to date him, he'd continue flirting with the girls and flailing over sweet, lovable Tino (that reminded him, he hadn't talked to him since Lovino lashed out…. He'd have to ask for the cutie's number).
That was his day so far and currently Feliciano was in a restaurant with Lovino and Arthur, still wearing that sweater that rubbed some good luck off on him. Lovino crossed his legs before uncrossing them and rubbing his knees together. His face twisted in discomfort as he closed his menu, waiting for Kiku to walk over. Arthur shot him a concerned glance from across the table. Feliciano sang merrily about random topics while the other Italian tried to distract himself with thoughts of his work schedule for the next week. He didn't have to work the present day while the next time, he'd have to help out again. Yao was nice enough to give him an easy work schedule, so he wouldn't change it any time soon.
"Shit…." He had to, he just had to. Keeping one hand above the table, he snaked the other between his legs to scratch at his itching thighs. A relieving burn met his nerves and he continued, trying not to make it as obvious as possible. Feliciano stopped rambling, cocking his head and staring at him in alarm.
"Good evening, Lovino-kun," Kiku said quietly, bowing to him. Lovino blushed and paused in his actions, nodding at him. He pulled his hand back above the table and hissed at the aftereffects of his actions. His thighs fucking stung and it hurt like hell. He bit back a small whimper and wished he had worn different clothes.
"We'll get whatever you recommend, Kiku," Arthur took over for everyone, not receiving any protests. Lovino cursed and started to scratch at his thigh again. Feliciano frowned and stopped swinging his legs, leaning forward.
"Big brother, what's wrong?" Lovino waved him away and pulled the wrapper off of his straw, sticking it in his drink and sipping.
"Nothing…." Kiku came back half an hour later with their meals and they ate together, chatting about their day and future plans. Feliciano was in the middle of telling what happened with Ludwig when Lovino knocked over his drink in the haste of going to soothe his nuisance of an itch again. Arthur stared at him long and hard before he stood up and pushed in his seat. Asking for Feliciano's car keys, he seized Lovino's wrist and scuttled out the door after excusing both of them.
"W-What the fuck?" Lovino was cut off when Arthur shushed him and unlocked the car. Opening one of the doors to the backseat, he pushed the Italian down so that he was sitting with his legs on the ground outside. Glad it was dark out, he coaxed Lovino's sweat pants down his legs. The brunette turned scarlet and skimmed their surroundings, seeing that they were in the parking lot behind the restaurant, luckily without much lighting. Squatting down, Arthur went to touch the sheet of red coating the inside of his thighs before cringing and recoiling.
"Damn it, Lovino… You have a rash." This was new to Lovino, even though he had somewhat suspected it. He swallowed and looked down at the rash, at how it remained above his knees and disappeared under his boxers. Suddenly feeling angry with himself and questioning how he even allowed himself to catch one, he crossed his arms.
"No shit, Sherlock…" Arthur rolled his eyes and swept a hand through his hair, thinking. Lovino made a few anxious faces, swinging his legs open and closed fretfully as he chewed his lip. His anger dissolved and he waited for the Brit's wise, but amateur diagnosis. The icy air pricked at the hair on his body and he shuddered, rubbing his arms.
"I'm certain that this is nothing, it's most likely an allergic reaction. Though I do doubt you had something between your legs that you're allergic to… And there's the high chance you have an STD." Lovino only glowered at him for even suggesting that Antonio passed something to him. Arthur belched out an over exaggerated groan, dragging a hand down his face.
"Bloody hell, Lovino. Do you use condoms?" Lovino's stance weakened, his shoulders sinking. His voice became so quiet, Arthur had trouble hearing what he said next.
"…. N-No…." He shivered again, but this chill wasn't from the breeze outside. It was from the evident possibility that he was infected with a symptom of a sexual disease… He never thought about protection with Antonio. Why would he? He trusted and loved him. Amorous couples never had to worry about these type of situations in those sentimental, romantic movies. So it couldn't happen to him. No way, no how.
"How could you be so stupid?" Arthur lectured. "You could have so many diseases right now. You're lucky the symptoms were obvious. When you're sexually active, you have to worry about these kind of things. Why can't I stop worrying about you for one second?" Lovino exhaled shakily, trying not to weep in front of him. His voice was cracking, but he hid it the best that he could.
"But we never use protection."
"How foolish! You should always use protection!" Lovino started to sniffle, holding a hand over his mouth. Tears gathered at his tear ducts as he turned his head away.
"I w-wasn't fucking thinking about it, okay? We…We…." The Brit sucked in a breath.
"Oh, don't cry. Please, love, you'll make me cry, too. I love you, you idiot. I don't want to see you cry," Arthur rambled, trying to get him to stop. He stood up and pulled the Italian into him, pressing his head to his chest soothingly. Lovino silently cried in his embrace, muffling his sobs.
"Look here, I'll go buy you some ointment and we'll wait a week before going to the doctor. Alright?" Lovino nodded as Arthur stroked under his chin, tears dripping down his face. He grasped his shirt, sniffling as the blond rubbed his spine through his shirt.
"I don't understand… This has never happened before."
"Yes, but remember- It could have been worse. … Many possibilities, dear. But this is only a rash and easy to hide. You just need anti-itch cream. Come on, let's get Feliciano and we'll go now." He was actually accurate. His best friend could have had genital warts, sores, a burning sensation when passing urine, discharge, hair loss, pubic lice…. The worst case scenarios extended from cancer to death. Lovino wiped his face and nodded, following him back into the restaurant after pulling up his pants. He was surprised to find that Feliciano had convinced Kiku to stray away from his work to sit down and talk. The Asian was so secluded that Lovino forgot he could even talk to new people.
Paying for dinner, Arthur drove them to a local pharmacy. After buying the cream, he helped apply it in the restroom and then they all went out for ice cream. Lovino sat down and licked his with a distant expression. Feliciano was enjoying his a little too much, but no one bothered to stop them. He looked rather endearing with ice cream all over his mouth. His fatherly instincts taking over, Arthur pulled Lovino's head onto his shoulder, stroking his side with a rare, friendly smile. Lovino sighed and snuggled into him, sniffing.
"It can't be from Antonio…."
"Shhhh…" Arthur wouldn't admit it yet, but maybe the rash was a delayed reaction from having sex with Francis. And if Antonio found out that he infected him, he'd have a reason to go and kill him. The Brit wouldn't doubt it, he seemed like the type of person to do these things in secret. Now, if only he could figure out who snuck inside of his house earlier, and no, he wasn't crazy.
"Like, this is my jam," Feliks giggled, smiling at Antonio with unfocused, hazy eyes. The Polish teenager was no long in his basement, as he had been the entire day while Antonio was at school. He couldn't afford to ditch his educational schedule to complete his personal to-do list. It would arouse suspicion from others and sadness in his boyfriend. This was right after he and Lovino got locked in the locker room, made love, and then got interrupted by Gilbert. Mm, Lovino… He loved him so fucking much. From the way he batted his eyes when he blinked to the way his smile lit an entire room. His blush was so cute and his little curl was adorable! He was perfection in one little Italian body.
"Hey, you can't be here!" A man shouted from above, over the noise of the construction site. Antonio chuckled to himself and turned up the radio he had brought along with him. Feliks whooped and continued to dance to the boom box's pop music, twisting and swinging his hips with his hands in the air. He had always been a funky diva and loved to get down on the dance floors. This was amusing to the Spaniard, who watched as he bopped around the work site, hyped up on a substance from one little needle that kept him out of the right state of mind. The man from before started to take a lift down to their level, getting fed up.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! I swear, teenagers these days! Are you listening to me? It's too dangerous to be boogying and gyrating around here, young lady!" Feliks gasped and placed a palm against his chest in offence.
"Excuse me? I'm male, thank you!" He snapped sassily before erupting into laughter and falling into the man's arms with a wide smile. Scowling, the man pushed him off and unintentionally caused him to stumble into a pile of metal pipes. He smacked his head against one of the large objects, moaning in pain.
"That, like, hurt, mister…" He rubbed at his forehead, smearing blood all over it. Antonio perked up, licking his lips in anticipation. The worker looked like he just committed a murder and looked around to make sure no one saw. He hadn't spotted Antonio yet and instead ushered Feliks away quietly to send him off somewhere else, preferably traffic. Feliks squirmed out of his grasp and reached up, stealing his hard hat and running off. He chortled while being chased with a trowel, calling for Antonio to come join them. Meanwhile, the worker only titled him insane and ran faster, sweating after a few minutes of running. Things went downhill when a mistake was made and a heavy brick fell from a significant height. After falling fifty stories, it collided and smashed into Feliks' scalp. He fell back into a pit dug into the ground nearby.
"Oh shit! Stop the concrete mixer!" The mustached man screamed, only for his exclamation to go unnoticed. He waved his hands frantically until the truck stopped abruptly. He almost sighed in relief when he perceived the dump truck full of bricks screeching to a halt by the ditch, the driver having not taken note of the deep hole. The worker's eyes widened in horror when the entire load flooded into the ditch, vomit bubbling in his throat at the sickening noises of impact with the young boy's body. The music streaming from the stereo seemed to drown out and Antonio took in every detail, pleasure in his eyes as he smiled and leaned forward from the beam he was sitting on. It seemed the concrete mixer truck had stopped too suddenly, for the cement poured out into the hole despite the pause in movement.
"Nooooo!" The man screamed. Antonio nearly died laughing in his spot, wiping away hot tears slipping from his eyes. He snorted and tried to catch his breath. His demise had turned out better than even his brilliant Lovino had planned. He was only supposed to be hit by a falling beam and be crushed to bits while dancing around. He let out a few chuckles as he turned off the stereo and whipped out his phone. He and Lovino were perfect for each other.
You make me happy, amor. He didn't have to wait for a reply.
Fucking ditto.
