Chapter 10
"What time is it?" Lovino asked groggily, opening his eyes slowly. The sun shined brightly into the room causing the boy to cringe at the light. He looked over at the alarm clock on the bedside table. 7:28 a.m. it read. Lovino groaned and lay back down on the pillow.
He froze when he felt Antonio move beside him. He turned slowly to find that the Spaniard was still fast asleep. He let out a sigh of relief and stared up at the ceiling, scenes from the night before playing back in his head.
"Will you go out with me?" It was the greatest thing that the bastard had ever asked him, not that he would ever admit it. It was still hard to believe that they were really dating though. Lovino couldn't help but smile a little at the thought. But what if this is just a game? He is part of the Bad Touch Trio after all… Fuck face is a rapist, Potato bastard 2 is a pervert, and Antonio is the player… that's what makes up the Bad Touch Trio... Lovino reminded himself biting his lip. He didn't want to get hurt. He didn't want to get played. He wanted someone to care. He wanted someone to take care of him. He wanted someone to pick him rather than his brother. He wanted someone to love him... He wanted Antonio.
Lovino jumped when he left Antonio's arm wrap around his waist and pull him closer. Lovino's eyes went wide as he looked at the Spaniard. Oh thank the god of tomatoes he's still asleep. Lovino sighed and relaxed in the boy's arms. His hair was a wild mess of chocolate curls, his cheeks a soft pink against his beautiful tan skin, and somehow even in his sleep the bastard manage to keep a small smile on his face. He looked so beautiful and peaceful when he slept; then again he always looked like that.
Lovino softly twirled one of Antonio's curls with his finger being careful not to wake him. He frowned a little to himself. "I wonder how many people have been in this bed with you," Lovino asked aloud, knowing that the boy was still asleep. "Only you Lovi," Antonio whispered softly pulling the Italian even closer. Lovino eyes went wide and all the blood rushed to his face causing it to turn a deep red. "Awe, you look like a little tomato," Antonio said smiling sluggishly at him clearly still trying to wake up fully. "W-what the hell you bastard, how long have you been awake?" Lovino asked nervously, trying to push him away.
Antonio sat up on his elbow and smiled down at the blushing Italian. "Long enough to notice the way you were looking at me," He answered winking at the boy. Lovino waved his hands trying to explain. "No, no it's not like-" before he could finish, Antonio leaned down and kissed him. It was a sort but sweet. "It's okay Lovi, I won't tell anyone," Antonio said with a grin. Lovino puffed his cheeks out and rolled over on his side. "Whatever tomato bastard, I'm going back to sleep." Antonio laughed softly and wrapped his arm around Lovino's waist again holding him tight. Instead of rejecting him like Antonio thought he would, Lovino seemed to melt into it his touch, enjoying the warmth that radiated off of the Spaniard. Antonio smiled and began to play with Lovino's hair slowing lulling the boy back to sleep.
When Lovino woke up again, he could no longer feel the warmth that was once pressed up against his back. Maybe Antonio had rolled over in his sleep. Lovino turned around slowly just in case he was still asleep like last time. To Lovino's disappointment, Antonio's side of the bed was empty. Sitting up slowly and rubbing his eyes to clear his vision, Lovino looked around the room hoping to find his bastard. No luck. Maybe he was downstairs; it was already 12:00 p.m. so maybe he was cooking breakfast for him. There was only one way to find out, Lovino sighed and swung his feet over the side of the bed kicking the covers off. He soon regretted his chose and grabbed the blankets again. He had never noticed how cold it was in the morning. Maybe it was because Antonio always seemed to be there when he woke up. The bastard was like a walking ball of sunshine.
Wrapping the sheets around his body to trap in some warmth, he made his way to the kitchen. He looked around downstairs, no sign of Antonio. He sighed and tightened his grip on the sheets. He froze when he heard something coming from the library soon followed by a crashing sound.
Lovino ran to the library and stopped in the doorway when he saw lilies and roses scattered on the ground and what once was a vase now broken in pieces. He looked around the room try to find what or who had caused it. He sighed in relief when he saw España sitting on one of the tables meowing softly. Lovino smiled softly and picked the kitten up. "You scared me, little one. Come on, I bet your hungry."
A few hours had past and there been still no sign of Antonio. Lovino puffed his cheeks out in frustration. "Where the hell could he be?" Lovino asked himself aloud. Plopping down on the couch, he turned the TV on and began surfing through the channels trying to find something to watch. The Italian groaned and turned the TV off. What was he suppose to do till Antonio got back from god knows where?
Lovino sighed, went to the kitchen and grabbed a tomato. Taking a bite out of the fresh fruit he began trying to think of things he could do to keep himself entertained. He could go for a ride and just kill time… Wait, his car was at his house so that was off the list. He could go pick the rest of the tomatoes but he really didn't feel like doing a lot of work so that was a no. He could explore the house some more. Lovino thought about it for a minute. Antonio had showed him the whole house but he didn't stay in each room and let Lovino check things out. Maybe this was his chance to get to know more about Antonio's family and Antonio himself. Lovino smiled to himself and headed for the library to start his exploring.
An hour had passed and Lovino hadn't come up with much other than the fact the Antonio's family had a lot of books that seemed to never have been touched, they loved tomatoes, and liked to have things that reminded them of Spain. He was fixing to go back to surfing channels on the TV when he remembered the one room he hadn't gone through, Antonio's. Grinning wickedly, Lovino ran upstairs to Antonio's room.
He went through every dresser, bedside table, and closet. All he had found were some jerseys and a soccer ball. Lovino huffed and kicked the ball causing it to roll under the bed. "Damn it," Lovino said aloud when he didn't see the ball come out on the other side of the bed. It must have got stuck under the damn thing. The Italian lay on the ground and lifted the bed skirt up looking for the ball. It was there just as he thought but behind it was an old chest. Lovino pulled the ball out and threw it back in the closet then worked on pulling out the trunk.
It was heavier than Lovino thought it would be but he finally got it and sat it on the bed. Sitting in the middle of the bed, Lovino opened it. Inside were dozens of letters, pictures, and cards. Who would've thought that paper could weight something down so much? Lovino pulled out one of the cards and tried to read what it said. It was in Spanish so it was hard for him to understand all of it but it seemed to be a birthday card to Antonio from his mother or maybe it was his grandmother, Lovino wasn't really all that sure.
Laying the card off to his side Lovino picked up one of the pictures. It was a picture of Antonio's family at the beach. In the middle was a beautiful woman in a red bikini that looked great against her tan skin. She had long wavy black hair, eyes as dark as an abyss yet the way the light hit them it made them look like a clear night sky with beautiful stars, and full lips that had a wide smile on then, reminding him of Antonio. Standing beside her was a tall man. The first thing Lovino noticed about him were his green eyes, they weren't quite an emerald color like Antonio's but more like that British bastard from school. He had a mustache that surprisingly looked really good on the man and was holding a beer in his left hand. At their feet stood two small children, a boy and a girl. "Antonio and Bella," Lovino said aloud pointing to them. Bella was a cute little girl. She had short wavy blonde hair that was held back by a green head band; she had green eyes as well, and was wearing a light green sun dress. "Wow, she must really like the color green," Lovino told himself. He looked at the younger Antonio and smiled softly. He didn't look much different than he did now. He had curly brown hair that was wet and stuck to the side of his face. His green eyes, brighter than his father and sisters, were filled with joy and laughter and a huge smile was on his face. Yep, that was his Antonio.
He read for hours, skimming through letter and card, and looking at pictures of everyone. He picked up another letter. It was a letter from his father to his mother. Lovino was fixing to put it in the other pile of things he had looked at when something caught his attention. Italy.
Dear Sonia,
Things are going good over here; I hope you're doing well, mi Amado. I worry about you when I'm away and I'm sure you worry about me as well. We finally made it to Naples two nights ago. Antonio helped out a lot when it came time to unload everything. I told you it wasn't a bad idea to bring him. I wish you could have seen his face once we docked. It was like he had opened his eyes for the first time. I think he likes it here, I can't say I blame him it is beautiful.
He's already made friends with some of the kids here, not that I'm all that surprised. He has been spending all his time with a little Italian boy. He's a cute kid but he seems to have a temper. I think he has a twin that seems to be nicer but you know how Antonio is, he loves a challenge. I can't quite recall what Antonio said his name was but he has seemed to take a liken to him. We should be home soon though I just have to make the trade and then we'll be heading back. I hope to see you soon. Give Bella a kiss for me and tell her I love her. Te amo, mi amor. –Alberto
Lovino sat there for a moment just starring down at the letter unsure what to think. Memories of his childhood began to flood his mind, memories that Lovino had tried so hard to block out as he grew older. Everything came to him loud and clear like it was yesterday.
-FLASH BACK-
"Feliciano, get down from there!" Lovino yelled as his brother walked across the railing of the docks, his arms spread out to help him keep his balance. "But look Fratello, I'm like those people in the circus~" Feliciano veed. Lovino rolled his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest. Sometimes it was really hard not to hit his brother.
Feliciano jumped off and landed face first beside Lovino. "Ow, that really hurt," the younger wined rubbed his forehead. "Ha! I told you not to get up there," Lovino pointed out then stuck his tongue out at his brother. "Look fratello, a ship is docking~" Feliciano cheered and pointed at the said ship. Lovino looked at it and raised an eyebrow. "So, what's your point?" Lovino asked dully. "Let's go say hi!" Feliciano suggested. Before Lovino could say anything Feliciano had him by the hand and was pulling him to the ship.
"Hi I'm Feliciano," he said introducing himself to a few of the crew members. Lovino rolled his eyes when they patted him on the head and commented on how adorable he was. Everyone loved Feliciano, even people who had just met him. Lovino hated it.
Lovino grabbed his brother wrist and turned around to go home when he ran into something, causing him to fall. "What the hell?" he cursed when he saw a boy around his age holding a crate. "Lo siento, I didn't see you there," the boy apologized and put the crate down. "Hi, I'm Antonio," he said holding his hand out to help the Italian up. Lovino swatted it away and stood up, his brother at his side. "Hi Antonio, I'm Feliciano~" great another person who would be obsessed with his little brother. "And this is my brother Lovino," he added taking a hold of his brother's hand. "W-what the hell Feli, don't tell him my name!" Lovino barked pulling his hand out of his brother's. "Why not fratello, he doesn't look so bad," Feliciano said with a smile. Antonio smiled as well as if to prove what his brother had said was true.
Lovino puffed his cheeks out and crossed his arms. "Fine now you know who we are, what do you want?" Lovino asked coldly. Lovino was sure that he would go away if he kept being cold towards him, everyone else did. He was wrong. "Well you see, I'm here with my papa to deliver goods from Spain." "What does that have to do with us?" Lovino asked raising his eyebrows. Antonio ran a hand through his hair and smiled down at the ground. "I'm not sure how long we're going to be here so I'm trying to make some friends," the Spanish boy explained blushing lightly. "We'll be your friends Antonio!" Feliciano cheered. Lovino glared at his brother darkly. Before Lovino could correct his brother he heard a man call after Antonio. "Antonio, hurry up and help us unload. You can play later." "Okay papa, I'll be there in a minute," Antonio called back. "Well it looks like I have to go. I'll see you later," he said with a smile then picked up his crate and left.
A few days later Lovino found himself rather entertain with the Spanish boy. They had spent four days together and Lovino didn't know why but he didn't want the boy to leave. It was the first time in his whole life that someone liked him more than they did Feliciano. It was the first time in his life that he felt special. He didn't want that feeling to end but just like everything else good, it had to end.
"Big brother Toni is leaving," Feliciano said, tears running down his cheeks. "Do you think we'll ever see him again?" he asked sniffling. It took Lovino a second to register what his brother had said. "Wait, what do you mean he's leaving?" Lovino asked, grabbing his brother by the shoulders. Feliciano wiped his tears away and sniffled again. "He's leaving to go back to Spain, he came by to say goodbye this morning but you were asleep…" His explained. Lovino felt tears stinging his eyes as he tried to hold them in. Why hadn't anyone told him? He let go of Feliciano and ran out the door heading for the docks.
"Antonio," Lovino yelled as he pushed past crowds of people. "Antonio!" he yelled louder, moving past some of the crew members. Was he too late? He didn't make it in time and now he would never see the boy again. "Lovino?" someone called quietly. Lovino looked up and there he was, Antonio. "Lovino, what are you doing here?" he asked running over to the said boy. He stumbled back once Lovino's hand connected to the side of his face. He stood there in shock for a moment and rubbed his cheek. "What was that for?" Antonio asked softly and looked down at the ground. When he looked up again he found Lovino glaring at him with tears running down his cheeks.
"You bastard, why didn't you tell me you were leaving today?" Lovino yelled. "I-I didn't want to wake you up," Antonio tried explaining. "I don't care! You could've at least said goodbye!" Lovino yelled, crying even more. "Y-you could've said goodbye," he repeated, sniffling. Antonio smiled softly and wrapped the boy into his arms. "I'm sorry, Lovino. I didn't think you would miss me," Antonio explained and kissed him on the head like he had seen his dad do to his mom when she cried. "I never said that I would miss you," Lovino pointed out drying his face off with the back of his hand. Antonio laughed a little. "Well, I'm going to miss you," Antonio said hugging the boy tighter then releasing him.
Lovino looked up at him, his nose and cheeks red from crying. "Promise me you'll come back?" Lovino asked and bit his bottom lip. Antonio smiled and nodded. "I promise that I'll come back some day," Antonio said holding out his pinky. Lovino looked at it for a moment then wrapped his pinky around Antonio's. "Antonio, it's time to go. Hurry up and say goodbye," his father called. Antonio frowned a little but then smiled. "I have to go," Antonio told him. "But I'll be back so wait for me okay?" When Lovino nodded Antonio bent down and kissed him on the cheek. "Goodbye Lovino," It was the last thing he said before leaving.
Lovino sat there on Antonio's bed remembering everything. How could he have forgotten about that? Why didn't he recognize Antonio when he saw him a school? Why didn't Antonio say anything about it? Surely he remembered him.
"Lovi, you still asleep?" he heard Antonio call from the hallway. When Antonio entered the room he froze. "Where did you find that?" he asked his voice a little shaky. Lovino looked up at him then down at the letter again as tears began to silently fall from his eyes. Antonio quickly noticed them and sat down beside him. "What's wrong, Lovi? Why are you crying?" Antonio asked worriedly, wiping the boy's tears away. "Why didn't you come back?" Lovino asked quietly. Antonio scratched the back of his head. "Lo siento, my boss called me in to work today. I thought I left you a note," he explained. Lovino looked up at him, more tears running down his cheeks. "That's not what I mean you bastard! When we were little you promised me you would come back!" Lovino yelled then buried his face in the palms of his hands.
Antonio's eyes widened at the boys words. "So you finally remember…" Antonio said softly. "Do you know how long Feli and I waited for your ass to come back?" Lovino cried. Antonio bit his lip and looked down at the floor. He wanted to go back, he really did but he couldn't. "Lovino... It wasn't possible for me to come back," Antonio said softly. Lovino looked up; anger and pain filled his beautiful amber eyes. "Then why the hell did you promise me?" Antonio sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "Lovi, when I made that promise I had intended on coming back but… my parents got killed a few years later and then a moved here."
The room was silent for a few minutes until Antonio broke the silence. "I'm surprised you remember it. I was so sure that you had forgotten all about me. When I saw you at school I wasn't sure if I was just seeing things but then I saw Feliciano and I know that it had to be you. I was so happy to see you but I quickly realized that you had no idea who I was. You had forgotten that day… You had forgotten me," Antonio said softly then looked back at Lovino who was now starring down at the bed. "But I had to," Lovino's voice was barely above a whisper. Antonio looked back at him a bit confused. "We waited for three years and you didn't come back… It hurt to think about you so I tried to forget. I forced all memories about you away and tried not to think about you," Lovino explained still looking at the bed.
Antonio hugged the boy then whispered softly in his ear, "It's okay Lovi, but do you remember when I asked you if you would marry me?" Lovino's eyes widened. He had forgotten about that.
"Hey Lovino, will you marry me?" He asked. Lovino spit his apple juice out and looked at Antonio. "Are you crazy? We're too young to get married, dumbass," Lovino barked then wiped the apple juice off his face. Antonio laughed and hugged the Italian boy. "Then will you marry me when we get older?" Antonio tried again. Lovino blushed deeply and turned to the older boy. "Fine whatever, just get off of me!"
Lovino had forgotten all about that day. "Lovino?" Lovino looked up at Antonio, his face a deep red. "Awe, you look like a tomato, Lovi~" Antonio said poking the boy's cheek. "Shut up! And yes... I remember," Lovino answered looked off to his side. Antonio grinned and hooked his finger under Lovino chin making him look at him. "Is your answer still the same as it was back then?" Antonio asked softly running his fingers along Lovino's lips. Lovino could feel himself blush even more. "I-I don't know… We were little back then, w-we didn't know what we were talking about," he stuttered. Antonio leaned in so far that his and Lovino's lips were barely touching. "Well, I'd still marry you if I could," he said softly causing their lips to brush against each others.
"If you're going to kiss me then just do it, bastard." Antonio didn't seem to have a problem with it he leaned in and kissed the boy just like he told him to. Lovino slid his arms around the Spaniard's neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. Antonio followed along and wrapped his arms around the boy's waist pulling him onto his lap. Lovino let out a small yelp but didn't break the kiss. Antonio smiled when he felt the boy's tongue against his lips. He didn't reject him of course and opened his mouth allowing the kiss to become more passionate. Antonio explored Lovino's mouth as he did the same.
At one point during it all, Antonio had managed to remove both his and Lovino's shirt. He began kissing down the Italian's neck, causing goose bumps to rise on the boy's skin then flipped them so that he was now hovering over panting boy. Antonio kissed him again then went back to kissing his neck. He bit down softly causing a small moan to escape from Lovino's lips. He grinned down at the little Italian. His couldn't help but notice the way Lovino's eyes were filled with lust and passion. Antonio began kissing him like they had been a moment ago then thrusted forward causing Lovino to claw into Antonio's back. Antonio sat up and looked down at the blushing Italian. He slowly moved his hands down to his pants.
Mother fucker I'm awesome! No you're not dude don't lie. I'm awesome….
Antonio froze and looked over to his bedside table where his phone lay ringing. Out of all the times he could've gotten a call it just had to be now. Lovino quickly came back to reality and moved out from underneath Antonio and grabbed his shirt. Antonio sighed and grabbed his phone.
"Hey dude, the awesome me was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight. It won't be like last night though so don't worry," Gilbert said with a laugh. Antonio looked over to Lovino who now had his shirt on and was picking up all the letters that they had knocked over. Antonio sighed. "Not tonight Gil but thanks anyways," Antonio said thanking him. "Heh, okay but you don't know what you're missing," the albino stated then hung up.
Antonio sighed and put his phone back on the bedside table. When he looked up again he found his little Italian standing in front of him blushing madly. "Um, I'm going to go to bed now…" Lovino said softly. Antonio frowned a little and hugged him. "I'm sorry Lovi, good night." Antonio kissed his forehead and let him go. Lovino nodded then made his way out of the room and stopped in the door way. "Just so you know… I would still marry you too.." he whispered just loud enough for Antonio to hear then closed the door leaving Antonio looking like a deer in the headlights.
Alright so there's chapter 10 I hope you enjoyed it because I had fun writing it. I hope it doesn't feel rushed to any of you and if so then I'm sorry it's my first fanfiction so I'm still working on everything. This story is sort of a practice thing ya know? But anyways, with school and everything fixing to start for me I've decided that I'm not going to update until I'm satisfied with the amount of reviews I get. (They always make me write faster anyways) So if you want chapter 11 please favorite, follow, and review. Thanks. 3
