Wow guys I really stretched this update didn't I? Haha...;;
But regardless it is updated before I leave because I couldn't just leave you hangin' when I won't have Internet after Friday. D: And that's all that matters!
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So this chapter is defiantly not as long as the last one. This one is almost an informational chapter and drama may be making a valiant return? :DD *shot* Hope you enjoy anyway~ I stayed up way too late to write this for you dammit. Been too busy during the day light hours lately so I work into the night on most occasions. Otl.
Disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine to own. D:
Warning: Language, slight sexual mentions.
A Trip To Spain Could Only End In...
New enemies?
XxX
"Nn where are you going, Lovi~?"
I flinched at the sudden noise that broke the silence I had been so desperately trying to keep for the last couple minutes. Really, do you know how hard it is to sneak out of bed with Antonio clinging to you like a fucking koala? No. I bet you don't.
Ha.
Anyway.
I glanced around behind me to see Antonio still sprawled across his bed, the sheets trapping him there for the mean time until he could find the coordination in his half-asleep mind set to untangle himself. I found my car- I mean piece of shit- keys on the top of my suitcase and put them in my pocket before finally turning around so I was facing him.
"I've only told you like 8 million times dammit." I grumbled, keeping up my consistent record of being the most irritable person alive. It wasn't easy okay? Took some fucking skill.
"8 million and one couldn't hurt could it, love?" Antonio said between a wide yawn. Even half-conscious he still managed to add a little purr to his voice that made a light blush sprinkle my cheeks.
Damn.
Well...good thing Antonio is good-looking...and kind and easy to get along with and passionate- o-or I would never waste my breath nearly 8 million times on the bastard.
"I'm going to go accompany Elise to the airport." I walked a few steps to my dresser to pick up my phone and put that in my pocket as well, "She's leaving today, remember?"
Antonio sat up a bit, the sleep having faded in the few moments I had been talking, "Ah that's right." he said, pulling at the sheets in an attempt to unleash himself from its grasp, "I'm really glad that you found a friend in her, Lovi!~"
He grinned and I simply grumbled underneath my breath, "Yeah, yeah is it that fucking surprising to you?" Antonio looked momentarily confused as his eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head slightly to the side.
"Wha- no! No not surprising at all! I love you, mi querido, so who wouldn't~?" I was going to reply with something along the lines of "Well you love everyone, bastard!" but I decided to refrain because...well just because...Antonio had managed to stroke my ego again and despite every backlash I ever threw at him in most forms of response, I loved those little things. A lot. Dammit.
There weren't many people back home who thought I was as "lovely" as Antonio often said. In fact, there were more people who would rather tape my mouth shut than kiss it.
...
Okay that was badly worded but you get my point.
And I digress.
"So I'm going," I continued, walking towards the door and turning on my phone to text Elise that I was leaving, "I'll be back in a couple hours. You have practice today and nationals in only three days from now so you better work your ass off, got it?" I continued what had practically turned into a daily lecture as I placed my hand on the doorknob, "And don't call me for anything stupid. Just emergencies."
"And what would you consider an emergency, Lovi?" Antonio asked, having finally untangled himself and was now sitting on the edge of the bed. I opened the door a bit and turned around, frowning.
"Um...if the dorm is burning down or you hurt yourself at practice or...the world's supply of tomatoes has disappeared. Something like that, okay?" Antonio actually gasped at the last one (it was some serious business) and I nodded curtly to make my point.
"But what if I get lonely and I want to call to tell you how much I love you?" Antonio asked, already grinning wider as my face colored, "I'd consider that an emergency~"
"W-what? No! You can't call for that!" I stammered, furiously punching away the last bit of the text I was working on before sending it to Elise.
"Aw, but-"
"No dammit!" I practically yelled and I opened the door the rest of the way, "I'm leaving now!" There was a sound of sheets being ruffled and the patting of feet against the floor until I felt Antonio wrap his arms around my waist.
"Wait, Lovi!" he said (way to fucking loud and close to my ear, the bastard), "You can't leave without giving me a goodbye kiss can you?" I gritted my teeth as if it would help soften the fire on my cheeks.
"Watch me!" I protested, squirming in his grasp and making a pitiful attempt for the hallway again. However, despite proclaiming myself to be a manly Italian man with testosterone to spare, I was finding it fucking difficult to get away from Antonio and his koala-like vice grip. Geez when the bastard had his mind set on something he was hard to stop.
Damn.
After a few more less than promising attempts I finally stopped in my struggle and fell limp, breaths heavy from my useless exertion.
"Done yet, love?" he cooed, pressing his lips against my temple before adjusting me so we were now face to face, "Just one kiss, please~?" I huffed and puffed out my cheeks at the stupid little grin on his (handsome) face and groaned.
"F-fine! But just one and don't even think of trying anything funny because I'm already late as it is because of you!" Antonio's expression brightened and he nodded enthusiastically.
"Of course, just one!"
I bit my lip, sucked up the pride I didn't have and leaned up to kiss him softly (and not awkwardly at all. Who the hell do you think I am?) on the lips.
When I had said I didn't want Antonio pulling anything funny I failed to recognize the fact that I may want more than just some peck on the lips. I only finally realized I had been kissing him for over the intended amount of time when Antonio's lips curved into a grin which was most likely caused by this dilemma of mine.
Finally I managed to pull away and turned swiftly out of his grip and fast walk my way down the hallway, only barely muttering out, "Okay. Bye. Love you." before I did so.
I hoped to God that bastard didn't hear the last part but, as fate would have it, I could just hear Antonio chuckle and call out "Love you too, Lovi~" as I rounded the corner to the elevators.
Dammit.
"You should come out to Belgium some time, you know."
I glanced over from the driver's seat of my piece of shit to see Elise looking out the window at the passing city sights, head resting on the passenger window and eyes directed at the bright blue sky.
We had been driving for a couple minutes after I had managed to get this fucking disaster on wheels out of the garage and we were now making our way to the Madrid airport, only a half hour drive or so. I had actually gotten used to this piece of shit over the two months I've been in Spain and even though the seat adjustment is set for a person three times my size and I still can't figure out how to fix the fucking thing dammit, things weren't as bad as my first day.
Thank God.
"I think you'd like it there...Or maybe not." she continued. Then she added a bit of a teasing tone to her voice and glanced over at me with a knowing smirk, "Considering you don't like most things unless they start with an 'An' and end in 'tonio'."
Looking satisfied with the red color my cheeks had adopted she adjusted herself so her feet were now propped up on the dash, "And how are things going with you two by the way?" And then proceeding to add insult to injury like the (bitch) best friend she was, "Your bum still sore?"
What the hell is this? Make Lovino's Face Melt Day?
"N-No!" I stuttered, unconsciously shifting in my seat as well as gripping the steering wheel tighter.
"So he was gentle with the virgin, that's good to know~" I sent a sideways glare in her direction and took one hand off the wheel to flip her the bird. She simply laughed as I began to stammer again.
"F-For your information I was not a fucking virgin when I...when I had s-sex with Antonio dammit! I had had sex with girls back in Italy!" Elise raised her hands in defense though that jackal-like grin still remained.
"Alright alright. Pardon me sir, you obviously have unspeakable experience and I apologize." I just grumbled and flicked down the turn signal a little rougher than necessary.
There was a slight pause in the conversation when Elise just looked back and forth from me to the window until she spoke up again after these couple moments, "Thanks for driving me, Lovino." I exhaled deeply and nodded, relaxing a bit.
"Yeah, yeah I just wanted to see one of my be- g-good friends off so you better be thankful dammit! I don't do this a lot you know." Elise laughed.
"Mhm. I know."
Another pause.
"Hey, Lovino?"
"What?"
"You're one of my best friends too..."
Did I ever mention how much I fucking hate airports?
Well, let me remind you why.
For one there are way too many people. (And we all know how much I like people.) Also (this is just in Spanish airports but it pisses me off none the less) these people took their good sweet time with everything.
It didn't matter if it was taking off their shoes to go through the metal detectors or checking in their baggage or even buying a fucking soda from a vending machine. It was like they had no sense of time or urgency at all. (Either that or they were just doing it to piss me off. I wouldn't put it past these bastards.)
Were watches even sold in Spain? I'd have to check when I left.
By the time we were finally able to sit down and wait for Elise's plane to begin boarding, I was already fuming and in a pissier mood than usual.
"Fucking dammit I'm never coming to Spain again. Antonio will just have to come to Italy if he wants to see me." I grumbled, arms crossed and glaring daggers at the poor man sitting across from me just so I had someone to glare at.
"I'm sure he wouldn't mind at all." Elise smiled, refusing to add fuel to my miserable attitude for she knew it would only make the whole experience worse. I just huffed.
"I guess so." Elise nudged me playfully and I gave her a questioning look, "What?"
"It's so cute how much you love him~"
"H-huh?" She just leaned back in the airport chair and laughed to herself.
"You may have a different way of showing it, Lovino, but I can tell you love him...a lot." I bit my lip and crossed one leg over the other, my foot twitching slightly.
"I..." I sighed heavily and again had to suck up my pride as I continued with my timid statement, "I guess I have you to thank..." Elise had to lean in to hear me for I was talking so quietly, "It's because of you...a-and Francisco I guess...that I'm even with Antonio now so...so yeah thanks and stuff."
I kind of expected Elise's response to follow along the lines of something more sarcastic or even happy but all I got was a slight frown and eyes that now cast downwards towards the hideous carpeting. Too weirded out by her reaction (or lack thereof) to ask what the hell she was thinking about, I just sat looking at her curiously before she finally spoke up.
"...I think I made a mistake."
Even more confused, all I could ask was, "What do you mean?" She looked up from the carpeting to my eyes.
"About Francisco. I think I made a mistake in bringing him into all of this."
"You mean all the plans and stuff for getting me with Antonio?" She simply nodded but considering that still didn't help clarify anything I continued, "But what does-" she cut me off.
"You've noticed he's started hanging around with us less and less after the night we went to the club, right?" I thought back on it and realized that she might actually be right. After the dance Francisco hadn't really hung around at all, including the football game Elise and I had gone to when Antonio was hurt. And now that I think about it, I hadn't seen him at all since I got together with Antonio.
"And this is because?" Elise sat forward in her seat, her face looking concentrated but solemn.
"You know that Francisco is one of Toni's exes," I nodded, still not quite understanding where this was going, "Well I'm pretty sure that he still had feelings for Antonio during the whole thing...getting you and Antonio together." I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head, sitting forward as well now.
"What the hell? Then why would he even-"
"I think he was just in it because he wanted to have a front row seat to see it all crash and burn." There was a pause in which we both simply looked at each other as if she was waiting for me to deny it and I was waiting for her to take it back. Once neither of us did, Elise continued, "He began fading out of the picture after the night of the club because he must have realized there was actually a chance for you."
...
...I guess it kind of made sense. I had always thought Francisco was a bit of a shady guy and he had defiantly been making less and less of an appearance but...was Elise actually right with all of this? Had he really been rooting against me the whole time?
"And you know this how?" I finally questioned.
"Mostly intuition." Elise admitted, looking back to the retro carpeting. She quickly continued as she sensed my sudden doubt, "But I do know this."
Suddenly the lady behind the gate counter moved to open the boarding doors while another called for the 1st class to begin boarding. Elise (being fairly wealthy herself as I had found out a while ago) stood up and swung her carry on over her shoulder. I stood up with her.
"What do you know?" I practically demanded, way too fucking interested in her answer for my own good. Elise took a spot in the line and I followed, standing beside her.
"Francisco was Antonio's first...boyfriend that is." she said, quietly so that others weren't drawn to the conversation, "Like Antonio is now your first boyfriend."
"I-I deducted that dammit." I stuttered, trying to find my words (and thoughts for that matter) as I thought over the bit of information.
"And..." My eyes shot back to her's as we stepped forward, "Antonio was the bottom."
Though this was probably to be expected as it had been Antonio's first uh...(God this is so fucking awkward dammit but I was still so interested)...first gay love, it was still weird for me to picture Antonio anything other than a controlling but still g-gentle, passionate, and loving top dammit. And a guy as incredibly...well...gay as Francisco...topping?
Way too fucking weird.
"S-So what you're saying is-"
"Beware of Francisco, Lovino." Even if I hadn't looked up to meet her eyes I could have sensed the seriousness in her tone, "Francisco is like Isabella. He's smart and not to mention cunning and sneaky. He could try to pull something if you don't watch carefully enough."
Elise walked up to the woman standing beside the doors and handed her her plane ticket. Seeing as it had been approved, Elise walked ahead and I stayed behind the others.
"I'll call you when my flight lands." she said and turned to walk into the walkway leading onto the plane but just before she disappeared out of sight, added, "Don't let Antonio go, Lovino."
And she was gone.
I stood there beside the other boarding passengers for a while after Elise walked away. I mean, talk about information overload! What the hell? How long had she been thinking about this and why the fuck would she decide to tell me now of all possible times?
I groaned and turned on my heel back to the masses of people wandering to their gates. Maybe the short car (and by 'car' I still mean 'piece of shit') ride home would let the information sink in.
...But.
...Really?
Francisco topping?
Ugh.
Suddenly I heard the tinkling electronic sounds of my cell phone ringtone and my pocket began to vibrate. I reached in my pocket and pulled out the small ringing and buzzing flip phone.
"What the hell I thought she said-" but I looked at the caller ID and became even more confused (if that was possible). The caller was my mother. I re-read the small print over and over and still found myself in a shock. She never called me, ever. She usually left it up to my father call me for whatever shit they had to tell me which usually involved something I had done wrong to get in trouble or something I had to do that they were too "busy" to do. (Because being fat, rich Italians was some serious business.)
I flipped it open and pressed in against my ear, "Uh...Hello?"
"Lovino," she said, sounding troubled which was a strange contrast to her usually stern tone, "Your grandfather has just passed. We've already scheduled your flight home for the funeral and other arrangements. You'll be leaving in three days."
No! Not grandpa Rome! D:
Anyway yes! The drama is back! (I like writing this stuff way too much otl) Lots of info to sink in with you guys before the next update~
I am leaving tomorrow bright and early for my 24-hour road trip down to Alfred's nether regions where I shall then leave for a cruise to our southern brother! Yay Mexico! :D
Anyway guys, hopefully I can write more of this over Spring Break and update when I get home! (Maybe I'll even finish...or maybe not...*sob sob*)
I'll be able to check for reviews and stuff today and before I leave Thursday as well as when I arrive at my grandma's sometime on Friday. After that, however, I'll be on a big ship where wifi costs money so I'm guessing I won't reply to reviews for a while. If I reply to the early ones that means I found some nonexistent time! Yay! :D
Hope you have fun breaks if you're on one and if not, have fun anyway dammit! 8D Life was meant to be enjoyed!
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