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Welcome To Hell
Chapter Ten: The Festival
Romano's POV:
Romano hauls out a heavy box of sweets out to his stand and sees Antonio bringing out a large box of tomatoes for his. "Lovi~! We're neighbors~!" The Italian rolls his eyes and groans. "Oh! You need to grab the drinks from the storage room, Romano! Get Antonio to help you, there's a lot in there." Roderich says and Romano groans. "Fine…if I have to…" "Yay~! Let's go Lovi!" Antonio exclaims and grabs the boy's arm, dragging him to the small storage room.
"…Why the hell is it so cold in here…?" Romano mumbles, actually considering allowing Antonio to hug him so he can get warm. "I suppose because it's…you know…a STORAGE room. So all the doors are closed all the time. Just a thought." Antonio teases and Romano glares at him. "Shut up, I wasn't talking to you." The Spaniard grins and looks around the room. "I see no one else~!" Romano goes to yell at him when the door to the room suddenly slams closed. "…What the hell?" The Italian mutters bitterly, stupid Francis and his retarded antics.
Antonio shrugs and goes to open it back up, miserably failing. "What the hell? Get it open!" Romano says in annoyance and Antonio looks over at him. "I can't get it…it won't open." Both boys look at each other silently for a minute before Romano begins hitting and kicking the door. "SOMEONE LET US OUT, DAMNIT! DON'T LEAVE ME STUCK IN HERE WITH HIM IN THIS FREEZING ROOM!" Antonio frowns and sits down on a box of water bottles. "We're stuck, Lovi."
"N-no we aren't! F-Francis is just fucking with us!" Romano stutters and feels his heart practically beat out of his chest. He can't be alone with Antonio again. It's too much nowadays! When he's alone with the stupid Spaniard all he wants to do is throw him down and-…never mind. The point is that they SHOULDN'T be alone! This is somehow Francis' fault…or Ludwig's. Give him enough time and he can find a way to blame them both.
"Lovi come sit down." Antonio says as Romano shivers a little. Stupid cold storage room. "Lovi come over here and I'll warm you up!" The Spaniard coos and Romano blushes. That is NOT what he needs right now. "N-NO WAY!" He hisses before searching his pockets for his cell phone. "O-oh nooo! I left my phone at the stand! !" Antonio laughs a little before checking his own pockets. "Hm…mine must've fallen out somewhere…" Romano perks up. "M-maybe it's in here! Let's look for it!" Antonio shrugs and gets up, joining Romano in the search on the floor.
"It has to be in here! Where-?" Romano gets cut off by Antonio accidentally backing up against him. "Wh-what are you-?" Antonio looks back at the bright red boy. "O-oh! Sorry Lovi! Hahaha…" The Spaniard laughs nervously as he moves away. "D-damnit!" Romano cries and turns away from Antonio. "Huh? Lovi…?" "I don't want to be in here! I can't be alone with you!" Antonio stiffens up and glares. "Well FINE then! Excuse me for existing! I won't be near you anymore!"
The Spaniard stomps over to the other end of the room and sits back down on the box of water bottles. "I...wait…no that's not what I meant…" Romano groans and looks away at the door. "Really? 'Don't leave me stuck in here with him!' 'I can't be alone with you!' What exactly do those mean if it ISN'T that you don't want me around?" Antonio asks annoyed and Romano looks away in embarrassment. "I...don't want to explain it…but it isn't what you're thinking. I promise." Romano mumbles and Antonio sighs, burying his face in his hands.
"You are just so exhausting…" The Spaniard groans and Romano tenses up, tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes. "I...I know that! You stupid-! Stupid-! Tomato bastard!" Romano cries and turns away. "A-ah…Lovi…" Antonio sighs before getting up and going over to Romano, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist and pulling him closer. "Don't cry, I mean, you ARE exhausting…" Romano sniffles. "That's supposed to help how?" Antonio smiles down at him and covers his mouth. "But…I wouldn't change a thing about you. The fact you're so moody makes me feel special whenever you lean on me."
Romano pouts and looks away. "Th-that's stupid…" "I suppose so." Antonio says before tilting Romano's chin up. "But you've already made it perfectly clear that I'm stupid, si?" Romano gulps nervously and nods. "I-I guess…I have…" Antonio smiles and leans down, his lips ghosting over Romano's before moving in to press his lips against the smaller teen's. "HERE YOU ARE!" Francis exclaims, opening the door. "O-oh…sorry you two~!" Romano and Antonio pull away, the Italian mentally cursing Francis out. He didn't even get a real kiss from Antonio! AND THEY WERE SO CLOSE. "Should I leave you two alone for-?" "No don't worry!" Antonio says grinning and the blonde frowns. "Are you sure? But you're-!"Francis gets cut off by Romano pushing through him with a box of drinks.
Fair:
Romano groans and sits at his stand, watching Antonio getting pelted with tomatoes. God how he wishes he could be the one doing that to the idiot. How could he no? Didn't he want to kiss Romano? The tomato bastard was the one who initiated it after all! But he said no! NO! THAT STUPID SON OF A-! "FRATELLO!" Feliciano exclaims, gaining his brother's attention. "…Huh…? What are you doing here? And why are you covered in water…?" Romano asks and Feliciano pouts. "You just squeezed your water bottle on me!" The older Italian groans and lays his head on the table. "Daammmmnnn iiiiit~!"
"Is something wrong?" Ludwig asks and Romano glares bitterly at him. "NO. GO. AWAY." Feliciano laughs a little. "Can we have some drinks, fratello?" Romano sighs and nods, handing them two drinks from the cooler. "Two bucks." He mumbles and Ludwig hands him the money before heading off with Feliciano to the dunking booth where Gilbert is. Deciding the view of Gilbert being dunked is better than any sort of view of Antonio, he watches the German.
Ludwig and Feliciano, soon joined by Marcello and Peter, go over to Gilbert and buy the tennis balls from Matthew. Marcello hands one to Peter, who eagerly throws it and horribly misses. The youngest Italian then puts the other ball in his hand, and holds his hand before swinging the blonde's arm. As 'adorable' as said action was, they still miss. With this, Marcello gets agitated, along with Peter, and they hand their two balls to Feliciano and Ludwig.
Feliciano throws first, missing horribly. Almost hitting Romano, actually. Then Ludwig buys him another round of balls. All of which Feliciano misses with, one hitting Matthew, another actually hits Romano, and two somehow fly over Romano and hits Antonio. Feliciano's aim is possibly the worst in the world, but since it hit Antonio twice Romano is strangely loving it. "Veee~! I can't get him!" Ludwig grabs the last ball and chucks it, hitting the goal and making Gilbert fall into the water.
"Ludy~! You're so cooollll~!" Feliciano coos and Marcello pouts. "I could've done that." The four of them head out to Michelle's spot to buy stuff, passing Francis' now tarot card booth. He doesn't want to kiss anyone but Michelle, after all. Romano sighs and looks back to Matthew and Gilbert, the blonde trying to help his boyfriend out until he's pulled in as well. "G-Gil!" Matthew cries and Gilbert pulls him closer. "Kesesese! You look so cute when you're drenched~!" He coos before kissing the blonde. "P-pervert!" Matthew scolds weakly before leaning in for another kiss.
Even his best friend gets to kiss the person he loves. Even his DAD is getting more from the guy he likes than Romano is. This whole thing just fucking blows. "HEY! QUIT MAKING OUT AND GET BACK TO WORK!" Vash yells at Gilbert and Matthew, making Romano smirk. At least he doesn't have to watch that any more.
Antonio's POV:
Antonio groans after the tenth person throws tomatoes at him while he tries to dodge them. As soon as this thing is over he's jumping in the dunking pool. During a break to clean his face off, Antonio looks over to Romano. Sulking as usual. Of course Antonio knows this time it's his fault. He shouldn't have moved in to kiss Romano, the boy obviously didn't want it. He ran right out of the room after all.
The Spaniard sighs sadly before going back to his spot and seeing Bella in front of him. This isn't gonna be pretty. He puts his goggles on and begins moving around as she tries to hit him. Of course she hits him. A lot. He better be getting a cut of this money. Tomatoes can really hurt! Twenty dollars later, Bella leaves and thankfully the fair is over. After the rest of the students filed out they all begin to take down their stands. Antonio does this quickly, only having a large piece of wood behind him and a large, surprisingly not empty, box of tomatoes.
As soon as he's done he tosses his shirt off and dives into the dunking pool, soaking Gilbert and Mathew even more. "That was SO not awesome, Antonio! This was supposed to be my dry pair of clothes!" Gilbert yells and Antonio ignores him, pondering whether or not he should take off his pants as well. Once everyone else has brought their stands down Antonio comes back out, having gotten it out of his hair and everywhere else for the most part.
"Ahh~! So, what should we do with the rest of the tomatoes, Lovi~?" He asks when he sees the smaller teen looking at the crate. "Well..." Romano mumbles, bending over and grabbing one. "They are dry from being in this crate in the hot sun all day…so the only use they can have…" He looks over at Antonio with a dark glare. "Is to help me take my anger out on you." The Italian says darkly, making Antonio gulp nervously. "W-wait…what…?"
Romano begins pelting him with tomatoes, hitting his stomach, legs, arms, chest, even his face! "W-wait! I'm sorry Lovi! I didn't mean to kiss you! I'm sorry!" Antonio exclaims and Romano stops for a second, his hand beginning to tremble. "Y…you didn't mean it…?" "N-no! It was an accident! I wasn't thinking! I swear!" The Spaniard lies, trying to calm Romano down.
"HOW COULD YOU?" Romano yells, throwing the tomatoes with more force. "YOU DID IT ACCIDENTALLY? IT WAS AN ACCIDENT? I HATE YOU! I! HATE! YOU! VAFFANCULO! VAFFANCULO! FIGLIO DI PUTTANA!" The boy screams and Antonio tries to get closer to him through the barrage of tomatoes flying at him. "L-Lovi! Listen!" "DON'T CALL ME THAT! DON'T EVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN! DON'T EVER TALK TO ME AGAIN! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!" Romano cries out before throwing the last tomato and running away.
"Oh god, Lovi…" Antonio mutters. He screwed up. Big time. "Great, now we have to clean up even more shit." Vash groans, glaring at Antonio. "You're the biggest idiot I've met." Antonio frowns and wipes the tomatoes from his face. "Lo siento, amigos." He says before running off after Romano. "WH-?" Vash goes to get him, but gets stopped by Roderich. "Calm down. This is a bit more important." Roderich says and kisses the blond on the forehead. "F-fine…" Vash mumbles, looking away embarrassed.
Romano's house:
Antonio pulls out his key to the house, like he'd leave home without it, and opens the door. He runs up to Romano's room and sees the boy hiding under a large pile of blankets. "R-Romano!" The Spaniard calls out breathlessly and Romano doesn't budge. For a second Antonio wonders if he's even in there, until he hears the boy's shaky breathing. "Romano…I'm sorry…" Antonio murmurs, walking up to the bed.
"Th-the truth is…I did it on purpose. I've wanted to kiss you for a long time, pretty much since we met. I love you. I love you so much…it kills me that you were hurt by me." He sees the bundle of blankets move a little and Antonio smiles sadly at him, sitting down beside the wrapped boy. "Wh…why didn't you tell Francis…to leave…?" Romano whispers and Antonio leans forward, wrapping his arms around the blankets. "I didn't imagine you would kiss me after he had come. I-I also thought you didn't want…to kiss me." Antonio mumbles and Romano groans. "If I didn't want you to I wouldn't have fucking let you! Why are you so STUPID?" The boy cries out in aggravation.
The Spaniard grins. "So you wanted me to?" "SH-SHUT UP! I don't anymore!" Romano yells and Antonio leans forward, pressing his lips against the area of blankets that the Italian's head is at. "I don't believe you." "G-GET AWAY!" The smaller boy cries, trying to move away but failing due to the blankets and arms blocking his escape. "D-damnit…" "Ah, mi querido, te amo." Antonio whispers against the blankets before peeling them back and crawling in with the surprised Romano.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Romano asks nervously as Antonio moves closer. "Isn't it obvious? I'm finishing what I started earlier." The Spaniard murmurs, moving closer. "Wh-who said I'll let you…?" Romano asks shyly and Antonio grabs his face. "Is this really the time to play hard to get?" The Spaniard whispers before closing the gap and pressing his lips against the smaller boy's.
He wraps his arms around Romano's waist and feels the boy pressing up against him as he wraps his arms around Antonio's neck. Antonio smiles into the kiss as he feels Romano's slender fingers begin to run through his curly hair. "Mmnn Romano…" The Spaniard moans, licking Romano's lips. "I love you…" Romano blushes deeper and looks down. "S-since when did you start calling me Romano…?" Antonio chuckles a little and kisses him on the forehead. "Silly me, Lovi~!"
Romano bites his lower lip, trying to hide a smile, and Antonio grins. "You're sooo cuuute~!" He coos, pulling the boy ontop of him. "A-Antonio~!" The smaller teen cries before Antonio pulls him into another kiss, his hands sneaking towards the Italian's butt before he squeezes it. "A-ah! Idiot!" Romano hisses and Antonio chuckles, rolling them over to he can lay on top of him. "Yes, Lovi~?" He asks and begins nibbling on the other brunette's lap. "Nnn~! S-stop…that…" Romano gasps and Antonio rubs up against him. "You really want me to…?"
"I...! I-I...!" The Italian moans before Feliciano comes through the door. "FRATELLO~! YOU OK~?" Romano groans in annoyance and Antonio laughs a little. "I guess we have to wait on this, Lovi~!" They both crawl out from under the blankets and look over to see Feliciano and Marcello eying them. "What were you two just doing…?" Marcello asks, smirking. "Not what you think we were…thank to you two." Romano huffs, a pout on his face. "Vee~? Sorry fratello! I didn't know you needed it so bad…we can leave!" Feliciano coos and Antonio turns away trying to hold in his laughs, and failing, as Romano turns ten shades of red and throws a pillow at Marcello and Feliciano. "GET! OUT!"
A/N: Aaahhhh they're together~! XD Next chapter will be the last. Then onto another one XD*shot* Fullmetalfan849 came up with the idea of them locked in the closet. Bc she's awesome~!