FRIDAY and SATURDAY EARLY MORNING: I miss you when I can't see you, but I get embarrassed when I'm with you

Uhmmm… please don't think that I am slacking off from this story… I had to visit the dentist yesterday because my wisdom tooth is killing me. It makes it hard to do anything else but whine on my bed all day. So… as an apology, I made a longer chapter consisting of almost a day and quarter.


Once again, we find Lovino in a sleepless state. Last night, during dinner, Feliciano decided to chatter away about his potato boyfriend which led to his albino potato of a brother.

"They really are so weird fratello! Gil often says that he just dumps his girlfriend every Sunday night and he'll definitely have a new one the next morning!" Feliciano said incredulously. "That's just so mean, right?"

The elder Italian resigned to bed right away after that, expecting for the sleep that never came. Remembering the scenes that afternoon, Lovino felt stupid. So stupid… he'd totally forgotten about the one-week rule! Just when finally… finally he decided to stop running away from his feelings, he already lost half of their time. Urrgghhh. He inwardly wished that he just didn't give in earlier. Maybe… Maybe Antonio's laughing at him right now. Because for the Spaniard, everything must have been an act.

Though Lovino is hoping that there was at least a hint of sincerity behind Antonio's words.

"Even if you still want to run… I'll always try to catch you."

Somehow he could still feel the ghost of the Spaniard's hand in his, and the way he brushed his lips to the Italian's. But then… how many girls before him received those? How many girls after him will be given those? Stupid. Everything was just a stupid play. Lovino hopes that he could take his words back.

"But I'm already tired of escaping."

That's true, though. He's doesn't want to run anymore. Because all the time, he just seems to be running in circles. Nothing is changed, only him getting weary and worn-out.

Three days. Three days left. Perhaps, he should just make the best of it.

And so, the Italian spent the night trying to think of ways to spend the next few days with Antonio, but then the Spaniard suddenly had to attend a 2-day sports camp.

WHAT. THE. HELL.

There he was, too elated to fall asleep because he has been thinking of scenarios that he and the Spaniard would be having that Friday. Shut up, that's a manly thing. Since it has always been Antonio who was steering their relationship so far, Lovino thought that perhaps, it's about time for the Italian to show off his romance skills.

When at last he drifted into a wonderful sleep full of dreams about their supposed to be date… (like walking on a beach or something… so what if it's cliché, dammit!)

"Sorry, Lovi!" the Spaniard came knocking on their door three fucking o'clock in the morning. "I just had to attend a sports camp for two days! I won't be back until tomorrow evening so I'm telling you." In his fuck-you-what-the-hell-do-you-want-so-early-in-the-morning state, the Italian was torn between slamming the door on Antonio's face or slamming Antonio's face to the door. It was quite a dilemma really. But then the Spaniard's words suddenly made sense to him.

"What? You'll be gone for two days?"

"Yeah…" he said sadly. "I'll really miss you!"

"Uhm… okay." It's definitely not okay, you son of a bitch! What about… what about my plans?

"Errr… aren't you supposed to say you'll miss me, too?"

"W-Why should I!" (Lovi's tsundere mode activated)

The Spaniard began poking his cheek. "But Lovi… I will really miss you and it'll make me happy if you'll miss me too…"

"Why do I have to make you happy? Bastard!"

"Awww… Lovi's so mean~"

"Am not! I'm just… er… Nothing! Forget it!" (can't think of a comeback)

"Then I'll just have to content myself with Lovi's photos for a while…" the Spaniard lamented as he draw said photos from his pocket.

"Y-You jerk! Throw them away!"

"Don't wanna. They're so pretty…" Antonio childishly said as he hoisted the photos out of Lovino's reach.

"B-Bastard!"

Then Antonio glanced on his watch. "I think I gotta go…"

"This early? It's barely morning!"

"That's right so I have to go back and sleep at home… or do you want me to sleep with you?"

"NO! Not at all," Lovino snapped. "Wait a minute…"

"Hmmm? Changed your mind?"

"NO. So… what time actually is your camp?"

"We will leave school by eight!"

"You jerk," Lovino spat dangerously.

"Hmmm?"

"Why'd you have to wake me up so early! GIVE ME BACK MY DREAM!" and Lovino attacked the Spaniard in all ways possible.

On Feliciano's room…

"Fratello's so noisy…" he murmured dreamily.


"And then this morning, the bastard even fetched me from the house… I mean, if he planned to do so, why did he have to wake me up so early?" Lovino whined to a not-so-interested Hungarian.

"Why do I have to listen to your complaints?" asked Elizabeta. She wants yaoi but she's not very interested into non-explicit themes. If you know what I mean. So she was just listening to Lovino half-heartedly.

"And I was dreaming something really good before he went knocking on our door…"

"Is it a wet dream?" the Hungarian perked up.

"NO! W-W-What kind of question is that!"

"Oh. Okay," she said uninterestedly and then Elizabeta went back to reading her doujin in peace.

"I mean, is he even using his head? Or is he really an annoying piece of shit?" the Italian droned on. "Hey… are you listening? I look like talking to myself here…"

"Hmmm…" the woman grunted.

"But then… if he just told me that he just want to see me that time then I would forgive him, really but he didn't even mention it… What the fuck am I talking about! Hey are you listening? Forget what I said a while ago, okay?"

"As I was saying, why do I even have to listen?" but she was not heard by the Italian who returned into his own grumbles. And he wants me to listen to him… She then snapped her doujin loudly to startle Lovino.

"… not that I actually wanted to see the real him and not the one from my dream, but it's not that I don't want to as well, anyways since he gave me a tomato this morning then I just have to forgive his sorry ass… ACK!"

"You know Lovino," Elizabeta's voice cracked dangerously, "if you miss him that much, why didn't you skip class like you did yesterday and join the camp? I heard Feli went with Ludwig."

"W-W-Wha…? Miss him? Like hell! I'm so happy that he's gone you know! No more irritatingly handsome bastards around! (the Hungarian snickered) And damn Feliciano? He's corrupted by that stupid potato. Urrgghhh! I'll have to knock the sense in him when he returns… and that bastard Antonio can die in hell because he didn't even ask me to come unlike that wurst eating potato asking fratellino!" he ranted non-stop, which left him panting as he finished. Elizabeta was amused.

"I should've recorded what you said, you know. Miss him? Like hell!" the woman imitated Lovino's words mockingly.

"I-I-I really don't miss him, dammit! I'm just annoyed that I won't see him for two days!" That's two days less their week, for fuck's sake!

"That's basically the same thing."

"Shut up…" and so he blushed deeply and slammed his face softly on the table. "I wish this day finishes quickly. And also tomorrow…" But then, after that it's already Sunday… he added to himself.

"Never thought you'd be looking forward to Bella's birthday that much," the Hungarian joked as she returns to her doujin.

"Bella's birthday…? Yeah it's this Sunday…" Lovino muttered sleepily. But then he abruptly stood up.

"What now?" Elizabeta frowned at him.

Bella's birthday on Sunday. Sunday. Two days away. Lovino isn't prepared yet! Damn!

"Liz. I think I am skipping class again today."

"Huh?"

But Lovino has already run to the music room.


Lovino spent the day practicing the song he'll play on Bella's birthday. He found a really fitting song last night when he was playing music videos in his head while listening to his iPod. He found that by accident but it really suit the situation well. He even asked Feliciano to play as an accompaniment (yeah, the idiot can also play music but Lovino is absolutely better when it comes to playing the violin) and then his younger brother suggested Ludwig's cousin to help them, too. Turned out that the cousin was their cooking class professor though, so when he skipped class, Roderich also joined him in his practice because Feliciano begged him to. Useful little brother.

Roderich and Lovino tried to convert the song into a violin piece first. Luckily, Roderich handled the job perfectly and then all Lovino had to do was to skim on the score once and then he could play it as flawlessly as well. (Lovino could also translate songs into scores though he wasn't as fast as the Austrian)

About Feliciano's practice though… the bastard could cope well. That little pasta-freak can memorize a piece just from listening so he promised Lovino that he'll listen to it all-day during the camp.


And so the day passed quite quickly with the culinary department having a sudden holiday. Lovino went home kind of done for from the day-long rehearsal. Roderich was a stern teacher. He decided that they must play the song at least one fucking hundred times to ensure that had mastered the song completely. Lovino felt very stiff on the neck and shoulders. Damn that half-baked potato (since the Austrian is not completely German though he isn't completely not-German either).

That night, Feliciano called from the phone.

"Ve! Fratello! I really miss you! Have you eaten? Or are you asleep? Did I wake you up? I'm really sorry fratello! This camp is so tiring. We've been running all day, veeee, and only Luddy and big brother Antonio finished the course. They're really so cool! And then we played football a bit in the afternoon. Why fratello? I thought we Italians are good at football? Ve! Why is Luddy and big brother Antonio always better? I'm kinda annoyed though I cheered for Luddy while I'm on the bench. Maybe big brother Antonio also needs someone to cheer him on, veee, though he still managed to score one goal more than Ludwig. The coach was very happy about the performance of his players, though big brother Antonio got a scolding this morning because he was late. Veeee, and also the coach thought he was slacking this week since he's not attending the football team practice though after showing off his skills the coach was happily speechless… blah blah blah," Feliciano droned on and on and on that Lovino almost fell asleep while listening to his veeees and diary-like story. Somewhere in the middle of Feliciano's monologue, the line must have been cut and he just called again.

*ring*

"Pronto… zzzz…"

"Are you asleep, Lovino?"

Lovino's eyelids snapped open at the voice. He glanced at the screen and saw an unregistered number calling him.

"A-Antonio?"

"E heh… I got your number from Feli and decided to call you after he hang up…"

"Uhm… right," Lovino said lamely. He just don't know what to say, okay!

"Hey. Are you still angry?" Antonio asked delicately.

Lovino remembered his annoyance this morning. He was irritated, okay but after listening to Elizabeta's point of view, his anger dissolved. Though he won't admit it that easily. He still wants the Spaniard to make it up to him with something more than a tomato.

"Hmp…"

"Awww… I'm really sorry. I just want to see you for a longer time…"

Now that was the answer he was asking for. Lovino let himself smile a little.

"You're still a bastard," Lovino said softly, with a fondness that Antonio didn't fail to catch. The Spaniard smiled from the other line.

"Hey, Lovi… I miss you."

"Yeah… yeah…"

"So… do you miss me, too?"

Lovino rolled on his bed, his face flushing crimson. Why does those words sound so different from that morning when the Spaniard was in front of him? All of a sudden, he wanted Antonio to materialize beside him, and to touch his hand like he did last Thursday. Or maybe even more than that… Maybe he wants to hold Antonio, and to embrace him longer that last time…

"… I do."

"Did you forgive me?"

"Hmmm… a bit."

"A bit?"

"Yeah. A bit…"

"Why only 'a bit'?"

"I feel so angry again…"

"Eh! Why?"

"Because… (whisper)," Lovino murmured. He curled on his bed, feeling really warm on the face.

"Ahh… Ha ha ha…" Antonio laughed very awkwardly, also reddening.

"Buonanotte, Antonio," Lovino whispered sleepily.

"Yes, good night. Sleep well, mi amor…" the Spaniard said. Though the Italian was already asleep and didn't hear…

Antonio sighed deeply and went to their cabin. He decided to pack his clothes.

Maybe because he hadn't really slept too well in the past few days that the Italian fell asleep quickly that night. Or maybe because loneliness makes you really sleepy. Either way, Lovino fell asleep by nine and was hoping to sleep until nine in the morning as well only to be woken up by three.

And he was dreaming that he finally told Antonio that he misses him…

WHAT. THE. FUCKING. HELL.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!" he snarled at the unwanted visitor so early in the morning.

"Uhmm… good morning, Lovi…"

There, standing on his doorway was Antonio, not different from yesterday when he told the Italian that he would be gone for two days.

"Wh-Why are you here?"

"You don't want me?"

"A-Answer me!"

"Because you said you miss me?"

"What the fuck!"

"E he he he he…"

"You idiot!"

"So… do you forgive me fully now?"

"What the hell are you talking about!"

"But…" Antonio pouted. "Didn't you say you're angry at me because… because I made you miss me so bad?" (Yep, that was what Lovino whispered)

"W-W-What!" he deadpanned. He thought he was dreaming that time!

"So… I'm back. I won't make you miss me anymore. Forgive me?"

Antonio looks so cute even in his disheveled state. He was pouting and giving Lovino the puppy dog eyes. Sly bastard.

"I still want to uhmm… punish you."

"Eh!"

"Don't complain! I'm still angry!"

"Awww… okay…"

"I'm gonna poke your forehead," Lovino fidgeted. "But you're taller than me, so… lean closer."

"Okay," the Spaniard do as he was told.

Lovino stood on tiptoes and softly brushed his lips over Antonio's. And then he turned around and quickly walked off.


TBC