A Bet Worth More Than Money Part One

Chapter Eight: Lunches and Kisses


Non possiedo Hetalia


Ring … Ring … Ring … Ri-

A freshly-awoken Italian aggressively picked up his cellphone of the night stand. He looked at the clock, it reading 9:36 am, before answering it.

"What do you want?" Lovino hissed into the speaker. "you woke me up, god damn it!"

"Oh, heh… Hola, Lovino." Antonio replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry about that. I thought you would be up by now!" He hummed. The Spaniard put the phone between his ear and shoulder to pout milk into a bowl of cereal.

"Well, I wasn't! I wish I was still asleep so I don't have to talk to you…" the Italian retorted. He flipped from laying on his side, to his belly. "Why did you call, anyways?"

"Oh! Right." he chuckled, taking his breakfast to the table. "I was wondering if you would like to meet up for lunch at one. I want to discuss how the bet has been going!" Antonio explained, seating himself in front of his food.

Lovino sat up against the headboard, sighing. "Fine. Where do you plan on going?"

"Is Bistro Praha okay?" Antonio asked, taking the phone back into his hand. "It's a European restaurant."

The brown-haired man thought about it, moving his mouth to the side in thought. "Sure. As long as there is damn good Italian dishes!" he replied, getting out of bed.

"Okay. Then its settled!" he exclaimed, picking up his spoon. "See you there."

"Yeah, yeah. Ciao, tomato bastard…" And with that, they both hung up.

Lovino growled, putting on slippers to go see his brother. He shuffled out his bedroom door, and went down a cold hallway. The Italian stopped in front of a door, and knocked before entering. Sitting on the bed, putting pants on, was Feliciano. "Oh, ve~. What's brought you here?" the younger brother asked, hopping to get his pants on. Lovino rolled his eyes, and sighed.

"I'm going out for lunch with Antonio around one. Make yourself lunch today." the older brother hummed, and turned to leave the room. He wandered back over to his bedroom, locking the door behind him. The Italian went through his dresser and closet to find an outfit. Once chosen, he went into the joined bathroom and washed up. While in the small room, he got dressed.

Lovino came out wearing beige dress pants, along with a beige vest. His shirt a light grey, with vertical pinstripes. The tie he had added was black, and tucked under his buttoned-up vest. On his head sat a a black fedora, it tipping away from his curl, but forwards.

With a smirk, he looks at himself in the mirror. "Damn, since when did I pull off 'vest and tie'?" Lovino mumbled, straightening his tie. Once he looked himself over one last time, his smirk drops into grin. The Italian walks out of his bedroom, and jogs to the kitchen. He read the clock, which said it was just after ten. Lovino sighed, and looked around the kitchen for a plate of food Feliciano would have left for him.

Once he found a plate of Belgian waffles, he scoffed to himself when he remembered meeting Belgium for the first time. He sat down at the table, placing the whip-cream covered pastry and cutlery in front of him. Lovino ate at his own pace, and found that he need to leave soon. The grumpy Italian brought the dishes to the sink, rinsing them before walking to the back door.

"He better not be late…" he huffed, putting on his shoes. He swung a coat over his shoulder, then jumped into his car. After turning the vehicle on, he drove downtown to Bistro Praha.

Just as Lovino parked his car, across they way, Antonio parked his, also. The Spaniard hopped out, and greeted the Italian with a smile and wave.

"Hola, mi tomate!" he cooed, taking Lovino's hand in his. The shorter of the two instantly removed his hand, growling at his companion. Antonio chuckled. "Fine, don't hold oyabun's hand…" he teased, pouting. Lovino rolled his eyes, and started walking up the stairs to the classy restaurant. The Spaniard followed suit, and told the waiter at the front about his reservation. This got them in quickly, and they sat down across from each other in a booth.

"By the way," Antonio started, "you look sexy in that." This earned him a deep blush from the Italian.

"H-hey! I do not look 'sexy', I look 'hot'. And you don't get to say things like that in public to me!" Lovino hissed, stopping just in time for when their waitress showed up.

"Hey, what can I get ya' to drink?" she asked, taking out a small note book and pen.

"Two red wines, prego." the Italian answered for them. The waitress nodded, and left with the note in hand. "Anyways, so, you wanted to discuss how the bets are going?" Lovino added, resting his head on his hand with a frown.

"Oh, right!" Antonio said with a chuckle. "How have things been going with Feli?" he hummed, looking at Lovino with curious eyes.

He sighs. "They are both freaking oblivious to even their own feelings! Its getting frustrating…" the Italian admitted, drumming his fingers on the dark, wooden table.

"Ah, thats to bad. Gil is getting all excited that I will help him with getting together with Matt." the Spaniard commented, grinning. "I feel like even if he doesn't succeed at first, he will start to get desperate." he added, looking over the menu. Lovino also opened the menu, and started searching for a proper meal.

After reading only four dishes, the Italian hissed, "Th-This isn't European! This is all fucking German trash! Its potato after potato, and sausage after sausage!" His voice started to grow louder, so Antonio leaned over the table, and put a hand over his mouth.

"I-I sorry! I didn't realize there was so much German food here!" the Spaniard admitted, pouting. "Please, there has to be something you like! I know theres pasta?" he added, looking around to see if anyone heard Lovino's criticism.

"Fine, but don't you dare order anything German, either!" Lovino exclaimed, looking at the pasta dishes.

At one point, they ordered their food, and started up conversation again.

"… Do you still think you 'got this in the bag'?" Antonio questioned his friend, picking at his food.

"Pfft, y-yeah. Of course." the Italian lied, putting some pasta into his mouth.

"Really? 'Cause I can tell Gilbert won't stop till he gets his way~!" the Spaniard teased, also making a fork-full of food to chew.

He swallowed nervously. "Ugh, fine! I feel this might back fire, so why don't you cancel it?" he asked, desperation hiding in his eyes. Antonio shook his head.

"Sorry, Lovi. But I don't want to." he replied, smiling sadly at the Italian.

"Hmph. Fine. I will still win, though." After that comment, they ate in silence. Lovino payed the bill, after finding a way to coax Antonio into letting him do so. They walked out of the building together, and stopped at Lovino's car.

"Well, till next time, hm?" Antonio chirped, looking the Italian in the eye. Lovino nodded, and started to get into his car, but the Spaniard stopped his by grabbing his wrist.

"Wha-" he started, but was cut of by Antonio giving him a chaste kiss to the lips. Lovino paniced, not know what to do for a few seconds, before shoving Antonio away.

"Night, Lovino." he whispered, and head to his car. Lovino sat there, not knowing how to respond. With a deep breath, and flaming face, he started his car and drove home.


Quick side note... Longest chapter yet~! Sorry for being a day late... This may affect the next chapter, but I hope not. Also, school for me will start on the 2nd, just a heads up. When it comes to the last week, I will update you guys on the new schedule for my story.

Thanks for sticking with me, guys.

~JustAnotherFangirlAtHeart