~~oOo~~
"Would you just pack your damn suitcase?!" I ask Antonio. The idiot's been moving slowly for the past hour, and if I didn't know better, I would say he was doing it to piss me off. Sighing, I complain, "The bus is going to leave in a half hour, and if you don't pack up your suitcase, I am leaving without you."
"But Loviiii, I am packing up my suitcase," he whines, pointing to his open suitcase on the bed, which is sitting next to my full and zipped up one.
I walk over to the bed and look into his suitcase, which at the moment contains only a shirt and a pair of jeans. "Can you tell me on which planet this constitutes as packing?"
He sighs and sluggishly moves over to the bathroom and grabs his toothbrush, completely forgetting his wallet, deodorant, and toothpaste. "Let me do it, damn bastard," I growl, grabbing everything he left in the bathroom and tossing it into his bag. His shirts lay sprawled all over the floor, the bed, and the chair in the corner of the room. Huffing, I proceed to pick them up and shove all of them haphazardly into his suitcase.
"But, Lovi! You're going to wrinkle all of them!" he complains as he watches me stuff his clothes into the bag.
"Do I look like I give a shit?"
"Not really, no. But-"
"Good, then shut up."
He comes up behind me and pulls me into a hug, my body pressed flush against his chest. "Lovi's so mean," he says into my ear as he turns my head with my hand to lean in to kiss me.
"Bastard!" I screech (in a manly way, don't worry) and slap him across the face. I turn around to face him and growl, "That's the third time. Why the hell would you think it would work now?!"
"Um… third time's a charm?" he says, shrugging lightly.
"Idiot…" I mutter as I attempt to zip up his bag. "Why did you bring so many clothes?"
"Lovi, you're only having problems closing it because you didn't fold them," he tells me, smiling in amusement at my predicament.
"Shut up! Now get over here," I command him as I sit on top of his semi-closed suitcase, trying to use my weight to force it down. He obliges, and comes closer to the bed, standing in front of me, smiling that idiotic grin of his. "Now try to zip it up," I tell him as I attempt to force the clothes down even further.
"Okay, Lovi," he says, winking at me. Tch… bastard. With those skilled hands of his, he begins successfully zipping up the bag, when suddenly I feel those same agile fingers slowly trace from my hip bone to my inner thigh.
I yelp in surprise and smack his hand away, nearly falling off the bed in surprise. "I-Idiot! What the fuck was that for?"
He laughs and holds up his hands guiltily and admits, "I'm sorry… my little Lovi just looked so sexy~"
"S-Shut up!"
Antonio silences me with a searing kiss as he zips up the rest of the suitcase. Damn him for being awesome at kissing, I think, feeling his hands slide up my sides and up to my shoulders, where they rest in a tight but gentle grip. Clearly not knowing what I'm doing, I wrap my arms around his neck and tangle my fingers into the curly brown hair at the back of his neck as I deepen the kiss.
"A-Antonio…" I moan as we pull away for air, blushing fiercely at the involuntary sound that just escaped my lips.
"Fratello! I can't open the door!" a voice that can only belong to one overly happy Italian calls from the door to our room. And thank god for that, imagine if he walked in on me willingly kissing the obnoxious Spaniard… I would die. Speaking of kissing the Spaniard, he pays no attention to Feli and goes back in for another kiss. This creates a flood of happiness that spreads through my whole body, solely because he chose to ignore my perfect little brother for me. This causes me to (totally unintentionally) kiss him back enthusiastically.
I finally pull away from Antonio after another minute, my face burning an even brighter red at his heavily-lidded eyes as we both gasp for air. Fuck… I can't deny it now… he can be sexy… sometimes.
"Coming, Feli!" I call back, pushing the Spanish bastard away from me and hopping off the bed to answer the door.
I yank the door open to reveal my little brother and his German bastard of a boyfriend. At first, this scene seems normal for the two of them, but that's before I notice the way the German has his arm wrapped around my brother with his hand resting on Feliciano's hip.
My eyes wide open, I ask in a totally dumbfounded voice, "Feli… please tell me you two didn't."
"What do you mean?" Feli asks nervously, looking around for something off balance. Ludwig sighs, and with his face contorted slightly in embarrassment, he whispers something in that insanely deep voice into Feli's ear.
"Ve~ I understand," he says, responding to whatever his boyfriend just said. Turning to me, he exclaims happily, "Yes, we did have sex!~"
At this, I fall backward in shock from the forwardness of him saying it that simply and am caught by Antonio, who also appears to have come to see what was going on. "You two… you…" I mumble stupidly, an angry blush spreading across my face.
"Ve? You and Toni haven't yet?" he asks, cocking his head in confusion.
"What?! No! No, of course not! No!" I cry, unknowingly repeating myself as I turn around to face Antonio, which makes me blush even more, if that's even possible.
"Ve~ that's so sad. But you will soon!~" he exclaims to my utter shock and horror. "Well, we're going to go get on the bus! Ciao, fratello!~" he says, hugging me as I stand there totally frozen in shock.
"You know, we could…" he says lowly into my ear.
"Don't push it."
~~oOo~~
That bastard distracted me by kissing me in that totally irresistible way, and of course I had absolutely no chance of not giving in, so we wasted another ten minutes, which brings me to our next predicament.
"Where is the damn room key?!" I yell, frantically searching around. I had kept mine safe, (in fact, I was holding it in my hand at this very moment) however Antonio on the other hand couldn't seem to find his.
"I found it!" he exclaims happily, pulling it out from underneath the lamp on the nightstand.
"What the hell was it doing under there?!" I ask, anger heavily steeping my voice. He shrugs innocently, so I just shake my head and grab my suitcase and both room keys (you know, in case some Spanish idiot decides to go and lose it again) and start running with them down the hallway.
"Lovi, wait up!"
"No! We're going to miss the bus!" I yell behind me as I slide into the elevator at the end of the hall, followed by Antonio seconds after. I hand both room keys to him reluctantly and say, "You sign out of the hotel, and I'll go make sure the bus waits for us."
"Okay, Lovi!~" he says as we slowly descend toward the lobby. Just before the door opens, he tries to kiss me again, which I avoid by putting my hand over his face.
"Not now," I tell him as we watch the elevator door open all too slowly. As soon as it's wide enough to fit through, I bolt out the door to stop the bus as Antonio heads over to the front desk to check us out.
The bus driver begins to close the doors, so I sprint as fast I can (which is actually pretty fast), and hold then open. "Wait! My friend and I still need to get on!"
The old man driving the vehicle nods and opens the door just as Antonio comes up behind me, waiting to get on. I smile at the bus driver (hey, he made sure I didn't get stuck here with that idiot!) and walk onto the bus. As soon as I get a full view of all the students, my mouth drops open.
The only empty seats were next to Francis and… Gilbert? I found this to be a bit odd, considering he and Matthew were now dating, but then I noticed the slightly depressed look on Gilbert's face, and the Canadian sitting with his American brother. And of course, no one would want to sit with Francis, because he's just… Francis.
I turn my head backward slightly and hiss, "You're sitting with Francis." I arrive next to the two of them and lug my suitcase onto the rack above Gilbert's head, and growl, "Shove over, bastard."
Antonio does the same with his suitcase, and then takes a seat next to his perverted friend. I watch the two of them in order to avoid talking to the Prussian bastard, but to no avail. "Antonio was right, you are pretty cute," he breathes into my ear.
"Just because you miss your boyfriend does not mean you need to flirt with me. Lonely ass mother fucker."
Gilbert pouts at this, and continues to look at Matthew, who is sitting a few seats in front of him, staring out the window. In all honesty, I firmly believe that the Prussian loves my best friend.
I sigh and sit back in my seat, eventually falling asleep after a few minutes of total boredom. I almost begin to have a nice, happydream about a certain Spaniard, but unfortunately it gets interrupted by the real thing (which is much less satisfactory, if I do say so myself.).
"Lovi!~" he whispers into my ear from across the aisle.
"What?!" I hiss, looking around at all the other students, who appear to be either asleep or insanely bored.
Instead of answering, he slowly licks the shell of my ear, immediately causing my face to flush. "What the hell are you doing?!" I ask quietly, glaring at him.
"Loviii, I'm bored~" he whispers seductively.
"Oh hell no," I reply. I am definitely not making out with him on bus, bored or not.
"Pleeaaase," he begs, kissing where my jaw connects to my ear. I look over nervously, and finally just decide to allow it just this once. At least almost everyone is asleep.
"Fine. Get Francis to switch seats with me," I whisper.
"Onhonhon, of course!" the aforementioned Frenchman says creepily.
"You were listening the whole time?!" I ask incredulously across Antonio.
"But of course!" he tells me as he gets up to switch seats with me. As soon as he stands up, I slide across the aisle and shove the Spaniard over toward the window.
"Now shut up and be as fucking inconspicuous as you can," I command him in a low voice as I shuffle closer to him, looking around to make sure no one's paying any extra attention to us, which luckily, they aren't.
Rolling my eyes at his crazy ideas, I sit down on the bus floor in the gap between the back of the seat in front of us, and pull him down with me. "Be quiet!" I command him quietly as he leans in to kiss me.
Huffing slightly to steady myself, I slowly begin to kiss him back. Instinctively, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and yank his body closer to me. Slowly, he begins to nibble at my bottom lip, asking for entrance.
I try to hold off as long as I can, but eventually I let him win, and he begins searching my mouth with his tongue. Unsatisfied with him doing all of it and me just sitting back, so I let my tongue start to slide slowly into his own mouth, wincing slightly at the unfamiliar feeling.
Antonio accidentally lets out a low moan at my little show of dominance, which makes my face flush. We finally have to pull away for air, and just as Antonio goes back in for more, I notice someone sitting behind Francis and Gilbert looking at us oddly. "Lovi, stand up and get Francis' bag, then put it on the seat~"
Not knowing what he means, I comply. As soon as the bag is sitting on the end of the bench, I realize what he meant. Now no one can see what we're doing. I hate to admit it… but that's genius.
Then he surprises me by kissing me again when I'm not expecting it. Figuring that since I'm going to regret this whole endeavor later on anyway, I deepen the kiss, surprising myself by letting out a quiet, content moan.
We continue kissing for a while, and I have to say, making out with the risk of being caught makes this kind of fun. Not that I'd ever do this again, but still, it's kind of exciting. Kind of.
"Antonio~" I let out involuntarily in a low voice as we pull away, an embarrassing line of saliva connecting us. The Spaniard grins at this, and kisses me sweetly this time, then pulls away and helps me back onto the seat..
"You're fucking welcome," I growl, looking over at him from the corner of my eye.
"Thank you~," he replies, smiling in that overly happy way of his, that may or may not be attractive.
What Antonio and I failed to notice was that a girl with wavy brown hair adorned with a flower had gotten up to talk to her friends, and on the way back had noticed what the Spanish idiot and I had been doing, and was now sporting a gushing nosebleed.
She runs back to her seat, looking as if she's about to fall over and die right there. From my left, I hear Antonio saying, "Lovi, you're blushing so much! Even your ears are red~" He laughs a bit, then adds, "Like a tomato~"
"Never call me that. Ever." I tell him, even though I find it sort of endearing that he told me I look like my favorite food… sort of. It's also sort of creepy.
"Onhonhon, I trust you two had fun?"
"You should know, you were watching the whole time," I grumble, my eyes shooting lasers at Francis.
"Oh, by the way," I add, turning to Antonio, "we are never doing that again."
"But, Lovi!~"
"EVER."
~~oOo~~
"Goodnight, Lovi!" Antonio calls to me as he walks back down my driveway toward his car.
That was surprisingly… an awesome day. I'm not so sure how I feel about the bus ride, but the car ride back from the school with Antonio was surprisingly nice. Only because he didn't talk too much at all. Not at all because he pulled over two times just to kiss me.
But because we pulled over a few times, Feli's already standing behind the door as soon as I open it.
"Veee~ Fratello! Why were you so late?" he cries, wrapping his arms around my torso and burying his face into my chest.
"Relax, Feli. I'm only ten minutes late," I tell him as he nuzzles me.
"Oh… okay!" he replies, letting go of me just like that. He asks way too innocently, "What were you and Toni doing?"
"What?! I mean- n-nothing."
"Ve~ fratello, you can tell me!" he tells me as he grabs my hand and takes us over to the couch in the living room. My little Italian brother flips on the light switch, then sits down next to me, looking at me expectantly.
"Um… we kissed twice in the car… but that was it!" I protest, holding my hands out dramatically as if to prove this point.
With that same innocent voice and expression, he asks, "Were you just kissing, or making out?"
"Ah! Where did you learn all this?" I ask incredulously, shuffling away from him slightly and hugging one of the throw pillows to my chest.
"Ve, fratello, I've already had sex with Luddy!~" he explains, still looking like the epitome of every angelic quality on earth.
"Ugh! Don't remind me!" I yelp as I cover my face with the throw pillow. I really did not need that mental picture.
"When are you and Toni going to do it?"
"What?! I-I don't know! Why should we?" I ask, regretting the question as soon as it pops out of mouth.
"Because, it means you love each other a lot! Plus, it feels good!" he tells me, letting out a long, quiet 've' as he reminisces.
Oh god, the mental pictures! Make it stop! "How can you just sit there so calmly and say that?!"
"Because, I love him a lot, and I'm not embarrassed about it!" he exclaims, smiling widely at me.
"Yeah, great," I mutter. Not embarrassed, huh? Now what on earth would give you that idea?
"I think you and Toni should do it!"
"No way in hell."
"Ve, fratello, Toni really loves you!" he coos, clasping his hands together, probably thinking of some girly fantasy life for me and the Spanish bastard, like us holding hands and skipping through a meadow or some shit like that. I shudder myself at the thought of that.
"No, he doesn't," I growl.
"Of course he does! He has told you he loves you, right?" he asks curiously, cocking his head slightly.
"Well… yeah, but that's not the point…" I mumble, remembering the time in the hotel room the day before.
"Well, then of course he does!" he says happily. "And fratello loves him too," he adds as if he's talking to himself.
"What?! W-Why would you… But, just… No!" I stammer, trying to come up with a valid response for that.
"Of course you do!" he tells me, still looking like he's fantasizing about me and Antonio skipping through a meadow. Fuck. No.
"Whatever…" I grumble.
"Ve~ I knew you did!" he cries happily, his eyes sparkling. Literally, it's like someone tossed glitter on his face.
"Fine, I do. Happy?"
"Yes!" he says. Of course he would respond like that. Typical Feli. "So, I think you two should!"
"What?! Absolutely not! We just started going out!" I protest loudly, my eyes widening a bit.
"Aww, but fratello! You've known each other since you were really little!" he complains, giving me those damn puppy dog eyes.
"Why do you care so much?" I ask quietly, looking down at the ground nervously. I mean, seriously! Why does this matter to him?
"Ve, well I know you two were kissing before you answered the door!"
"How the hell would you know that?!" I ask, totally embarrassed. How on earth would he know that Antonio was shoving his tongue down my throat?
"Fratello, you're very easy to read," he tells me simply.
"W-Whatever…"
"What have you two done yet?" he asks, looking at me with an genuinely interested look on his face.
"U-Um…" I stutter, not sure if I want to tell him about the bus ride just yet. Figuring that he'll force it out of me with that damn look he gives me at some point, I just give in and say hesitantly, "W-Well… he kinda said he was bored on the bus… so I... kinda made out with him!" I finish loudly, covering my face with my hands. "But... no, we haven't."
"Ve, that's too bad! But, did he like it?"
"How can you ask that so innocently?" I ask, staring at my brother, who sadly is much, much more experienced than me.
Instead of answering that, he just repeats, "Did he like it?"
"Well, of course! I was fucking awesome at kissing, but… hey, why do you care?"
"Ve, fratello, I want you and Toni to be happy!" he cries, waving his hands around excitedly.
"Um… okay."
"I can tell you how to do it so it makes it easier later!"
"Umm… no."
~~oOo~~
"Ve, fratello, can you get the tomatoes?" Feli asks as he tosses the pasta we just made into a boiling pot of water.
"Hm," I say instead of 'yes', seeing as my mouth is stuffed with tomato at the moment. I grab a basket filled with the red fruit off the kitchen and place them on the counter next to the stove, all the while munching on a tomato.
I sit down and watch my brother as he happily makes the sauce while boiling the pasta, humming to himself. Finally, I decide to move my lazy ass and set the table for three (Feli has this tradition of setting the table for nonno, even though he's not here).
"Ve, fratello, it's all done!"
"'Kay," I tell him as I grab the parmesan cheese out of the fridge and place it on the table. Feli smiles and puts a large helping of pasta into our bowls, and then douses it in a considerable amount of sauce. The least I can do is sprinkle some cheese on top, so I do.
Just as the two of us sit down, we hear the front door open. We both look up in surprise, and automatically, Feli yells, "Nonno!" as he dashes over to greet our grandfather.
"Feli!" I hear him reply, and as soon as the two of them come into view, they're already hugging like they haven't seen each other in years. But of course, it's like he just saw me yesterday. "Lovino," he says, greeting my simply.
"Nonno."
"So boys, how was your trip?" our grandfather asks as Feli leads us back to the kitchen.
"Ve, it was great!" Feli tells him as he serves nonno some pasta too.
"Really? What did you do?"
But before Feli can respond, I fill in for him, "Feli got a boyfriend."
"So did fratello!" Feli chips in sitting down next to nonno and smiling uncontrollably.
Turning to Feli, he asks, "And what is his name?"
"Ludwig!"
"Is this the boy you met at summer camp when you two were little?" nonno asks, showering my adorable brother with affection.
"Yes! He's very nice to me!" Feliciano tells nonno proudly, clearly pleased with getting a boyfriend before I did (even if it was only a few days). Okay, maybe that's not what he's happy about… but I like to think that.
"Well, I should certainly hope so! I'll have to meet him soon," he tells Feli, then turns to me, which shocks me so much that I almost fell off the chair. "And what about you, Lovino?"
"Um… his name is Antonio, and he's Spanish… and he's a bastard."
Since he knows me too well to take me seriously when I say someone's a bastard, he coos, "My boys are all grown up!"
We all eat our pasta, and nonno and Feli happily converse for the next few minutes. When we've all finished, our grandfather offers, "You boys have had a long day, why don't I clean up?"
"Ve~ Grazie, nonno!" Feli exclaims as he takes my hand and drags me up the stairs. When we reach our separate bedrooms, Feli asks, "Vee- fratello, can I sleep with you?"
Sighing, I pause for a moment, before deciding, "Fine. Just don't kick me in your sleep!"
"Ve~ I won't! Grazie!"
~~oOo~~
"Lovi!~" Antonio says into my ear.
"Not in public!" I yelp, shoving him away from me.
"I was just going to tell you that I have to go to the bathroom," he says, laughing at my overreaction.
"Oh, how wonderful."
"Just wait here for me, my little Lovi!~" he coos as he stalks off toward the bathroom. I on the other hand hide myself around the corner so it looks like I'm waiting for someone, but not anyone coming out of the bathroom. I mean, how awkward is it to stand right in front of the bathroom without going in? Then people start asking if it's full or something.
I tap my foot and stare at my watch impatiently, when I notice someone walking down the hallway. Damn, it's that guy that was bullying me yesterday! Luckily, he turns the corner, walking toward the bathrooms, just as Antonio walks out. Thank god he didn't see me.
"Hey, Spaniard," the guy asks in a voice that's thickly laced with an accent. Once he's grabbed Antonio's attention, he shoves him against the wall.
"What do you want from me?" Antonio asks, his eyes glinting menacingly.
"You have something that I want."
~~oOo~~
A/N: Hehe cliffhanger! I know, you all hate me for this… I'm sorry ^^Can anyone guess what character Lovi's bully is, and what he wants?
Hope you guys liked this chapter.
Please please please review, it gives me an incentive to keep writing!
~Alison
