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"What the hell are you doing here?" Luciano sneered, casting a disgusted look toward the Spaniard that was sitting in his seat at the breakfast table. Of course, Luci's always the first up. But he really wasn't expecting anyone to be in his kitchen.
Alejandro spared him a look of boredom and quietly sipped the cappuccino he'd made for himself, setting it down with a clank. He ignored the Italian's question, only pissing the other off even more-so than his very presence alone.
Luciano clicked his tongue in irritation and turned to the refrigerator, opening it to peer inside. Out of habit, he reached in toward the milk. He paused. And blinked a few times. And as his anger began to bubble, he took a deep breath and sighed through his nose, gently closing the fridge. He was seething.
"Oh, Andres~!" rang the familiar voice of his elder brother. Luci heard them smack lips as they greeted each other. "You're here earlier than expected, love."
"To make up for dropping out last night," Alejandro replied in a calm voice, tinted with just a bit of sweetness. "And I heard there was a slumber party," he teased, directing the statement toward the other Italian. He smirked as he saw Luciano's hand twitch. "Oh." The Spaniard turned back toward Flavio and lifted his mug up. "Drink the rest. You're out of milk."
"Oh? That's nice of you, swee—"
"You fucking broke into my house and used the last of my milk, and you expect me to be okay with this?!" Luciano screamed, startling his brother and earning a slight smirk from Alejandro. He turned to look the Spaniard in the eyes, obviously pissed that he couldn't have his morning cappuccino. He saw the look in the Spaniard's eyes; that spark of arrogant satisfaction that Luciano loathed.
"I was invited," Alejandro stated, a touch of taunting in his voice.
"Get out."
Flavio scoffed. "Luci."
"OUT OF MY HOUSE,"Luci growled. "NOW."
His brother shot forward and stood between his boyfriend and the terror that was his brother. "I will not let you talk to him that way," he hissed.
Luciano squinted, observing the threat in his brother's glare. His eyes then travelled back to the Spaniard, and he scowled at the devious little grin the other had snuck onto his face. "Tsk," Luciano frowned and averted his eyes back to the blond in front of him. "Why are you so damn protective of this stupid cazzo?"
"He's my boyfriend," Flavio hissed again, stepping forward and whipping a knife from his sleeve. He held it up, pointing the blade toward his brother.
Luci gritted his teeth and stared at the blade. "You're threatening me?" he asked casually, clenching his fists and shaking in anger. He glared up into his brothers eyes, and only then did Flavio snap out of it. But before he could lower his arm, Luciano had gotten a grip of his hand, forcefully holding his arm in place. "I could easily break you." His voice was gritted, as he did his best to keep his temper at bay.
Flavio gulped and trembled slightly, as he knew it was too late to back out of his brother's grasp. "I-I'll tell Nonno!" he panicked. Luciano's glare shot straight at him, eyes wide. Flavio flinched, waiting to be hurt. He felt Luci begin to forcibly move his hand.
Alejandro nearly shot out of his seat, ready to protect Flavio. But what Luciano did next halted them both.
He gripped Flavio's hand tight that his arm trembled from the pressure alone. And he pointed the blade directly at his own heart. His eyes did not leave his brother. The room grew silent and still. They didn't notice Lorenzo enter the kitchen.
Flavio scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. "Fratell—"
Luciano tightened his grip and pulled his brother's hand forward so that the knife poked his chest uncomfortably. His eyes still did not leave his brother's. He let the room fill with silence again before breaking it. "You'd kill your own brother?" he asked. "To protect that bastard?"
"Luc—"
"You'll tell Nonno what? That you let a Spaniard infiltrate our home?"
Flavio bit his lip, tears welling up in his eyes. "N-no…"
"Then what?" Luciano growled. His wrist was suddenly grabbed, turning his glare away from his brother. He looked up to see a scowling Alejandro….a pissed Alejandro. The grip on his wrist tightened, and he nearly felt like it was cracking. He was forced to release Flavio, hearing the knife clank to the floor as his brother stepped back to rub his pained hand.
"Get out." Alejandro was nothing but serious.
Luciano squinted up at him. "It's my damn house." He glared, but the Spaniard's blank anger did not falter one bit. He was being very serious. And Alejandro was not someone he could win a fight against like that. And as much as he hated it, Luci was fully aware of that fact. Instead, he frowned angrily and yanked his arm free, glaring at the both of them. "I fucking hate you," he whispered under his breath as he passed his brother. He didn't even acknowledge his younger brother as he headed for the front door, quickly slipping on his shoes and leaving.
As the door slammed shut, Flavio broke down and turned his face into Alejandro's chest, wrapping his arms around him.
"What now?" Andres asked calmly.
"He…H-he said he hates me…" he cried. "Luci…Luci hates meeeeeeeeeee," he bawled, tears soaking the other's shirt.
Alejandro's jaw clenched, and he rested a hand on the back of Flavio's head, holding him protectively like he had in the Italian's younger days. He didn't bother saying anything. He didn't need to. Flavio just needed to know that he was there and that he cared. It didn't matter if he understood the Italian's tears or not. He looked up and saw Lorenzo standing in the doorway, looking as if he might cry himself. Alejandro sighed. It was going to be a long day.
Well, that went a bit differently than expected. Oh well. Nonetheless. Luci's totally serious about his cappuccinos.
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