Hey I finally updated- sorry i had alot of personal problems then I went to London MCM Expo for the weekend- if you were there I was Romano who knows maybe you saw me- i was either in jeans and shirt or a skirt (thank you spain) and shirt haha
There was a knock on the door. Antonio groaned and tried to put his head under the pillow, he had had a restless night, finally able to sleep on his back he just couldn't get comfortable so he ended up staring at the ceiling all night reliving the fact of his punishment. Lovino Vargas could have died, he wished with all his heart he could protect the boy but all that seemed to happen was his heart ached more. He also tried to banish the feelings and thought of every single girl and boy he found attract but none of them even came close to the way he felt for the Italian. What was he going to do? How was his going to protect the one he cared for the most when there was a chance he would be punished again? He groaned and sighed. There was no answer. His question was riddle and an endless sleepless cycle.
Eventually the person waiting behind the door got impatient and the sound of wood crashing against the side wall and the enthusiastic door open walked in and huddle over the boy.
"Antonio? Come on, stop being unawesome! It's the weekend and it's the best time for you to get out and about so you're not in a daze when we go back to class next Monday!"
Antonio groaned and threw the pillow at the albino who caught it laughing as the boy moaned he had thrown his pillow away
"Go away Gilbert, I need to think"
"No!" The boy protested "You are getting up! Me and Francis decided that we are going to go into the forest and actually have some fun away from the boss"
Antonio had to admit that sounded nice and sighing began to pull himself up "Alright…but there better be tomatoes "
The white haired male laughed and helped his friend out of the bed.
Francis meanwhile had decided to get some of his art project done before he could celebrate the weekend properly but he had to admit he adored his art and nothing would come between him and the canvas when he was in the mood, especially with the final exam hand in being next week. What he didn't expect was to hear voices at 6 am from the art room. He stopped and listened
"Ve~ Fratello it looks really good… but you shouldn't have come here so early….how long have you been here?"
"Since 2am I think"
"What? Lovi~ please come back to the room and sleep!"
"I don't want to fucking sleep!" the voice cracked and sounded tearful
"Then let's go see if the cooks will make us some early breakfast ok?"
Francis moved out the way as the door opened and Feliciano walked out pulling along behind him Lovino; the boy was in his school clothes still and he was covered head to toe in paint, a lot of it red and yellow. The French teen noticed the change in the personality of the over loud boy but shook it off as he knew that both he and Antonio had had a dip in personality since it happened. He walked into the room to be hit by the smell of wet paint. He glanced around until his eyes fell upon the canvas in the corner of the room, he walked over to it and noted the eldest Vargas' signature on the bottom he began to analyse the picture, a small smile on his lips, a small sad smile as his artistic mind realise the hidden meaning that many even the artist had not seen
"So is this your cry for help? Lovino Vargas?"
~forever with family~
"Artie!" Alfred launched himself onto the Brit in the hallway who struggled to stay on his feet and stumbled a little. He groaned.
"Alfred…It's Arthur and for heaven's sake get off me!" he yelled and the American laughed and hugged the boy more. Arthur had to admit it felt nice but he would die before he told the bloody git that! Luckily for him he was saved by the simple suggestions of another
"Hey, there you two are. Feliciano wants to know if we want to go on a picnic" Mathew appeared smiling as the two in front of him slowly processed the information.
"A picnic?" they both said followed by the enthusiastic cry from the American
"Of course we will! But… erm… why?"
"Feli is worried about Lovino" Mathew spoke softly, his expression dropping "he is getting slowly more and more depressed. So he asked the cooks and they have made this massive picnic basket so he wants us to come too!"
The two boy stood in thought for a moment before the Brit sighed and nodded "I was planning on heading outside today anyway, I suppose when we are out at least this buffoon" he motioned to Alfred "will be occupied enough to leave me alone to read in peace!"
"Hey! No fair Artie! You know you think more of me then that!" the American cried.
His brother on the other hand, less than impressed, grabbed Alfred by the arms and directed him away from the obviously important argument that was about to start, Arthur following behind.
It was a little less than half an hour later and the bubbly Italian appeared holding a large hamper of food close to his chest, he turned and smiled although a little forced at the boy who followed
"Come on Fratello" he stepped forward placing a hand on the boy's shoulder "Please smile for me…I know you're tired and maybe going outside will help you~"
He was answered by a disgruntled grumble and then Lovino looked his brother in the eyes and gave a weak smile "I know Feliciano, I am trying I swear"
"I know Lovino, so let's go out and meet the rest of the gang ok? Let's make the most of the few weekends we have left together before Christmas" The boy took his brother by the hand and began to lead him out seeing the other males ahead, Lovino had decided to try and make the day more bearable for his brother, even if he was miserable and sleep deprived.
~flutter with the fairies~
Antonio stood there speechless. Francis snaked his arm over his friend's shoulder and pouted a little as he waited for the boy to take in the sight.
"This is what your little Lovi painted Toni…" the French teen cooed as he got fed up of waiting for the boy to reply. Sheepishly the Spaniard hovered his fingers over the drying paint of the picture before him.
The painting was that of a matador adorned in an outfit of deep red and detailed in gold and silver, twirling a cape of red and black. However the fighter was not battling the creature usually associated with the sport and instead the large striking image of a black and orange feline adorned the front of the painting, the two in fierce contest with one another. The matador himself seemed to share a striking resemblance to the Spanish student. The rest of the picture was a blur of red and yellow and seemed to allow the painting to burst with energy.
"Is this…what I think it is?" Antonio asked and Francis nodded.
"I heard he hasn't slept much since it all happened, night terrors and stuff" Gilbert snorted sat on the windowsill looking out over the grounds. He sniggered "Totally unawesome but still"
Antonio bit his lip, he had convinced himself it would be best if he stayed away from Lovino but now all he wanted to do was run to the Italian " I need to go for a walk!" he declared and left the room quickly leaving the other two smiling as they knew he would be ok.
~forever with family~
Laid against the tree Lovino closed his eyes and listened to the gently breeze that blew past. The rest of the group were eating food and the Italian had to admit he had no appetite at all. Rising slowly to his feet he looked over at the group and then to a grassy path.
"I'm going for a walk" he spoke and left despite the calls of his brother.
"Leave him Feli" Mathew petted the younger twin. Feliciano was less then convince
"But what if he faints or something? I don't want to lose my Fratello!" the boy whined messing and fidgeting with the edge of his shirt
"Look, he will be fine ok? Have a little faith in him, it will do him more good believe me" Mathew replied, gently hugging him. Pouting he watched his brother disappearing into the shadows of the forest.
The elder Vargas was finally alone with his thoughts, he carried on walking along the dirt path, the changing shadows in the afternoon sun gave the place a tranquil feeling, and he actually found the place made him feel better a rare smile graced his lips as he continued down the path. He suddenly wanted the Spaniard to be there.
"You have a nice smile"
Jumping from his skin he spun to face the owner of the voice and low and behold sat on a tree by the side was Antonio smiling relaxed, a half eaten tomato in his hand.
"A-Antonio…you're Ok?" Lovino asked a little taken back then he scowled "And why on earth did you scare me you tomato bastard!"
He replied by laughing warmly and offering up a second tomato to the fuming Italian "Si I am better Lovi~ thank you for your concern"
The Italian edged over turning the same colour as the fruit. The Spaniard offered the spot next to him for the boy to sit and Lovino took it, a little wary
"Don't think I was worried about your ass" he added taking the tomato "You didn't have to save me"
Antonio watched the boy thoughtfully. He had come out here to clear his head over the person next to him and then suddenly he walked past and now he was being all adorable. He watched the boy bite into the tomato. Lovino felt happier knowing Antonio was better; he had to admit he missed the boy's presence; not out loud mind you but still. He suddenly let out a small yelp as he felt the other's arm around his waist pulling him into the older boy's body. The Italian wanted to protest but his lips were silent, now the worry was gone, and the sleep that never came suddenly poured over the boy like a wave, his eyelids heavy, his limbs weak.
When Antonio looked over at the boy he never expected Lovino to be asleep, head lolled against Antonio's chest, half a tomato still nestled gently between his fingers. He leant over and pressed his lips to the top of the boy's head he whispered
"Te amo Lovino Vargas…"