Chapter 9
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Lovino guided in the blond, and Antonio left the room. Probably to go and pick some more of those damn tomatoes that he loved so fucking much. Ulgh. He was so full, he couldn't even food right now. Alfred looked around, a little surprised.
"What the fuck is that expression for?" Lovino snapped at him, and turned on a light in the living room, and sprawled out on a couch.
"Lovino, you're being a terrible host!" Antonio yelled from another room, and Lovino snorted, rubbing his forehead, and muttering something in Italian below his breath, before looking up at the blond.
"Okay, look, this might sound totally weird but," He started, and got out papers from his bag, and… Pictures? Of Feliciano? What the hell, the dude had gotten ancient! Well, no shit Sherlock, of course he has, he wasn't cursed to be with this damn Spaniard for all of fucking eternity! "I was looking up on the web monster stories, and I found this guy. He had a brother he had lost over 60 years ago. And his name was Lovino. Your name is Lovino, and your last name is Vargas, right? Are you guys related or something?"
"Well, first off, that is really fucking creepy that you not only know where I live, but also that you found these fucking pictures! Second, why the fuck would you care?" He asked, leaning back on his chair and scowling, "It probably has nothing to even fucking do with you. Unless you're also here about Kirkland, in which case," He snorted, "You're fucking out of luck. Don't take shit from strangers, beat them with their own fruit."
The blonds mouth fell open, and his sapphire eyes looked absolutely flabbergasted. Lovino snorted.
"Didn't your parents ever teach that?" He asked mockingly, "Mine died before they could tell us shit. Ain't that the funniest fucking thing?" He asked, and looked up at the clock. Damn, still too early to go to bed.
"So… you're the Lovino from the story?!" he asked, "How the hell are you still alive?" He asked, and Lovino rubbed his temples. This fuckwad was sure full of shit. His brain was probably pretty conceited too.
"Yeah, like I said," he replied, producing a perfect tomato, a bitter expression on his face, "You don't take shit from strangers. No matter how hungry you are, don't take or eat anything. How many of Kirkland's apples have you already eaten?" He asked him, tone more serious now.
The American counted them out on his fingers, "Uh… I think three," He replied, and Lovino let out a relieved breath.
"Well, thank goodness you're not like me," He replied, "Or else you'd be stuck with your own pain in the ass for ever. Literally," He said, and Antonio somewhere in the house let out a laugh.
"What… What even are they?" Alfred asked him quietly. Lovino eyed him for a long time. Should he tell him? He puffed out his cheeks, debating. Nah, he didn't want to scare him. Yet. Plus, it would keep him coming back, wanting to know more, and fuck, he'd get a damn social life outside of the tomato giving Spaniard that was too fucking cheerful.
"That… You really, really do not want to know," He said after a while, twirling his tomato. Lovino tossed it in the air, and it disappeared again, "Believe me. You'll be wanting to buy as much holy water as possible. Or better yet, go and hide inside of a Catholic church. They hate stepping into those. It doesn't burn them, but it's like… a bad stench."
"How do you know?" He asked, frowning. Lovino smirked.
"I have relationship problems, that's how," He replied dryly, "Just cause I eat the damn fruit, does not mean I'm damned with him. Just stuck."
"So… There is a chance for me yet?" He asked hopefully.
"Don't bet on it kid. Kirkland knows what the hell he's doing. Now, I'll take you home." He said, standing up. Antonio immedietly swooped in, a concerned look on his face.
"Lovi! Wait for me!" He exclaimed, and kissed his cheek, before running off to get his stuff.
"B-bastard! No! I'm gonna take my friend home myself, just stay here, damn it!" He yelled, and scowled more. Over protective bastard. Of course, Antonio wouldn't fucking hear of it, so they were forced to walk with him. It looked to Lovino like the blondie wanted to ask more questions, but being in the presence of Antonio made him wary. Lovino walked by him, and Antonio kept an arm around his waist, almost as if marking his territory. Damn him. He got Alfred home, and he refrained from hissing at the house where the damn Brit lived.
"See you tomorrow!" Alfred yelled, and went inside. Lovino nodded absentmindedly, and they began walking down the road again. A little ways down, they were stopped by the British man.
"Hello Lovino, Antonio. Might I have a word?" He asked pleasantly. Antonio's grip around Lovinos waist tightened slightly, and he smiled tightly.
"Of course, señor. What is it?" He asked, that smile in place once more.
"Please don't tell Alfred anymore, I enjoy to watch the lad struggle with this," He said pleasantly, "And besides, Lovino had no help, and he stayed right where he was supposed to. With you."
"Like hell I'd damn someone else to this fucking fate," Lovino hissed, getting a look from Antonio. But he didn't care! It wasn't fair that Arthur had his fucking creepy hands all over Alfred, who seemed pretty damn chill. Why the fuck was the Brit acting over this anyways?!
"Antonio, I'd advise that you have a chat with your own pet, lest he says a little too much," His tone remained pleasant, but the atmosphere seemed to drop by about 10 degrees, and Lovino suppressed a shiver. Poor Alfred. No wonder he was freaking out.
"Sí, of course," He replied, and hastily pulled Lovino close, much to his irritation, but merely pursed his lips and said nothing, "We shall get going then, yeah? Good night Arthur," He said, and steered Lovino away. All the while, Lovino could feel those damn snake eyes practically boring into his back. He shuddered slightly. What a fucking creep.
"Why the fuck do you let that skinny little bastard boss you around?" Lovino asked angrily, as they got into the house. He pulled off his coat, and was promptly pinned against the wall, an indignant Antonio looking at him.
"Listen Lovino, and listen closely," Antonio said, his tone having completely dropped the cheerful, and amiable ambiance that so often was there, "You need to learn to shut up. Especially around Kirkland. He can have people hurt you, and even possibly kill you. So, I need you to please, for me, just cut being a smart ass around him. At school, don't even speak to him, do not have any contact with him. Do you understand me?" He asked, his green eyes staring intensely at him. Lovino felt his eyes pricking slightly, before nodding.
"S-si…" He mumbled, and the fucking bastard released him, before covering his face with kisses. Lovino scowled, and shoved him away slightly, before being brought in for a kiss. He would be a fucking liar if he said he hated the Spanish bastards kisses, because DAMN could he kiss well. He kissed back, but was still pretty pissed. He would do anything to get even with the fucking Brit. Antonio broke the kiss, and nuzzled him affectionately.
"Let's go to bed, mi tomate," He said softly. Lovino nodded, and grabbed his hand, craving assurance that everything would be alright. It would be, right?
Right…
