Author's Note
Hi everyone ! This is a spamano fic. It is rated M for a reason, there will be fluff and maybe an m-preg (not sure yet). I try to update as often as possible. The last fic I wrote I updated every single day (except one when I got sick). I would also like to note that any foreign words and dialogue in the story will have translations at the bottom of each me know what you think about the story. I love suggestions for plot, pairings etc. Please favorite, rate and review ! It is always appreciated!
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ThePirateChick020497
Chapter 7 - Leaving
Lovino was packing up, he had two large suitcases and was cramming as many things as he could into them. A knock came on the door and Lovino went to open it. Antonio stood in front of him with a large pot in front of him, Feliciano was behind him.
"What are you guys doing here ?" Lovino asked.
"Well, Antonio asked me to make you some food to help you recover." Feliciano said. Lovino frowned, since when did he need Feliciano making food for him, and why was Antonio here ?
"Thanks but I don't need anything. I'm leaving tomorrow." Lovino said.
"What ? Where are you going ? Why are you leaving ?" Feliciano demanded as he removed his jacket.
Lovino just waved away Feliciano's question, not wanting to tell his brother the real reason he was leaving. His father was the reason, although Lovino did not want to call him that anymore. Antonio put down the large pot on Lovino's kitchen counter and opened it. The Spaniard opened cupboards looking for bowls.
"Don't bother." Lovino said closing the cupboards up. Antonio frowned.
"You need to eat." he said.
"I ate this morning."
"What, coffee and corn flakes ?" Antonio raised his eyebrows. It was now Lovino's turn to frown,
"What ? How do you know that ?"
" That's all there is in the cupboard and your fridge is empty."
" You snooped around ?!" Lovino was angry.
" Sorry, but in the state you are in you really need some proper food." Antonio said and grabbed a bowl.
Lovino did not protest, the soup smelled too good to put up a fight. Antonio pushed the bowl towards Lovino, the red liquid sloshing around. Tomato soup. Antonio poured himself some and asked Feliciano if he wanted any. Feliciano declined so the two of them sat down at the tiny table by the window and ate their soup in silence. Lovino had to admit that it was very nice to eat something this good, especially in the company of another. Once they finished they just sat there not saying a word as they watched Feliciano run around the small apartment cleaning things up (which by the way, was very unlike him).
"What are you going to do now ?" Antonio asked.
" I'm going to go to Italy." Lovino said absently.
" Yes, but what are you going to do once you get there ?"
" I don't know."
" Well you should know. How are you going to get by ?"
" I'll figure something out." Lovino grumbled, he was starting to get irritated. He stood and put his empty soup bowl in the sink. Antonio did the same and then followed Lovino out of the kitchen to his room. Drawers were open, clothes and various other objects were scattered all around the room.
"You really are leaving aren't you." Antonio said. Lovino nodded his head and continued packing.
" When are you leaving ?" Antonio asked.
" Tomorrow morning." Lovino answered waving a ticket in front of Antonio's nose.
" Oh, no return ticket I see."
" No."
" You don't plan on coming back anytime soon do you ?"
" No."
Antonio grabbed a shirt from a heaping pile of clothes and folded it, dropping it into a suitcase. They worked in silence for a while, it was very uncomfortable and Lovino felt as if he was being watched by Antonio. It was as if Antonio was assessing his abilities, it was very unsettling.
" What are you going to do once you get to Italy ?" Antonio asked.
" I don't know, I told you that already." Lovino sighed, he didn't really feel like putting up much of a fight at the moment.
" How will you sustain yourself ? What work will you do ?" Antonio asked.
" I told you I don't know." Lovino was now a little irritated.
"But what if-"
" But what if nothing ! This does not concern you at all !" Lovino snapped
" Yes it-"
" No it does not. What I do is none of your business. You can't just waltz into my life like you've been around forever. You are a stranger. I don't know anything about you and you don't know shit about me. Leave. Now." Lovino yelled. A hurt look came across Antonio's face. He looked as if he was about to cry. Lovino felt his heart pinch a little.
" Fine." Antonio said, and without another word he slipped out the door and Lovino did not see him again.
La Isola del Giglio was beautiful. Lovino breathed in the sea air as he stepped off of the fairy boat. The salty air and lush green landscape brought forth a flood of memories. Lovino had spent a summer here with his mother once as a child just shortly before she had died. He could still make out a vague smile and brown eyes, the same shade and shape as his but that was it. He remembered her laughter too and that she told him to be careful around strangers. Lovino smiled and started to walk, dragging his two enormous suitcases behind him. He looked around, many fishing boats crowded the small port and old tan men jabbered away rapidly in Italian over a deck of cards. His home, the one where he had stayed in with his mother, was up near a cliff a little ways from the main part of the village. The summer that he had come here with his mother and Feliciano she had purchased the home.
Lovino trudged up the dirt slope slowly, and took breaks every once in awhile. After about two hours of walking he could see the outline of the house between the bushes and trees that, over the years, had taken over the area. Wiping sweat from his brow, Lovino came to a halt in front of the house. It was just the same as before, just older, worn by the weather. Vines creeped up the red brick walls and the greenhouse in the back of the house was filled with empty pots. Lovino dropped his suitcases and climbed up the rickety porch steps. He took a small old key out of his pocket and stuck it into the keyhole. It took a couple of tries but finally Lovino heard the click of the lock and the door swung open. More memories assaulted Lovino as he remembered playing with a toy car with Feliciano in the entryway. Everything seemed slightly smaller now that he was no longer a child, a little bit less like a palace than before.
Lovino stepped outside again, grabbing his suitcases he set them down in the entrance. Lovino walked around the house, on the ground floor there was a large old kitchen, a drawing room, a dining room and a peculiar room that was completely empty with floor to ceiling mirrors on each wall. The ceiling was glass and the entire room was bathed in light, it was very beautiful. Lovino remembered that during the summer he had spent in this house this room had been locked. Lovino climbed the stairs, his hand brushing over the heavily dust coated railing, arriving on the second floor. Here there were several rooms, each was so different from the next that one would think that a person with a very distinct personality had inhabited each room. There was also a very large bathroom with an old fashioned tub standing on beautifully curved legs, and a basin stood in the corner on top of a wooden dresser.
There was one more set of stairs, Lovino climbed up and found a empty room, there was a trap door in the ceiling that had a ladder attached to it. Lovino pulled on it. As he climbed he realized that this was the attic. He poked his head through the trap door, fully expecting to see old furniture, clothes or a chest covered in dust. Instead he found himself in a spacious room supported by thick wooden pillars, light streaming in through skylight windows. A large bed with an old moth eaten navy blue quilt stood in a corner, there was an old yellowing piece of paper on it. Lovino picked up the delicate paper and read : To my sons; I will not be with you much longer I am afraid. This is why I brought you here this summer, to be with you a little longer. When I am gone you can always come here. This house is yours, no one can remove you from it, remember that. I love you dearly my little Feliciano and Lovino. Love Mamma.
Lovino folded the letter up and placed it on the night table next to the bed. He would stay here, in this room, in this house. It was his refuge now, and it would become his home.
