Title: Brotherly talk
Rating: PG-13/T
Wordcount: 1000+/-
Pairing/Characters: S. Italy, N. Italy (Lovino, Feliciano), mentions of Spain/S. Italy/Spain (Antonio/Lovino/Antonio) and N. Italy/Germany/N. Italy (Feliciano/Ludwig/Feliciano)
Summary: The Italian brothers have a little talk.
A/N: I would say I have no excuses, but I do! 1) I'm not exactly blocked (I'm writing like 6 things for the kink meme) but I am having a hard time coming up with situations. That should be remedied by doing an (un?)official 50_sentences claim and prompting myself from there. 2) Pixiv (and other sites like that) and collecting Hetalia images 3) RL. But anyway, I'll try to get my things together. I know this fic doesn't have a regular schedule, but I don't want to let so much time pass. *sadface*.

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If he had to be honest, Lovino didn't know just how he'd gotten dragged into this. What he did (or didn't) do with his life was his business, after all.

It was already too late to back up anyway, he mused as he prepared pasta to share with his brother. And even if he wouldn't be caught admitting this out loud in his lifetime, Antonio was, perhaps, right, and this was probably something his brother and he needed to share (Feliciano did it, too much for his liking, even).

Sighing heavily, he abandoned his musings at the sound of the doorbell. Feliciano threw his arms around him the second he opened the door, and he was sure they would've been there with him struggling and his brother not letting go if it hadn't been for the smell of the pasta.

"PASTA?" Feliciano asked, and promptly let go of him, running to the kitchen.

Lovino stared at what little luggage Feliciano had brought, now forgotten next to the door, and he shook his head, following his brother. Well, at least he had a few more moments to gather his wits

Feliciano was basically drooling in the kitchen. He felt the corners of his mouth twitch upwards a little. He served the pasta, generously of course, as he knew his brother's appetite, and served himself abundantly, too. They ate in relative silence (relative because there was no talking per se, but they both savored it, loudly), and finished at about the same time.

"Ve~" Feliciano said, rubbing his stomach "that was so good! Brother is such a great cook!"

"Of course," he said, matter-of-factly, but pleased at the compliment, regardless.

"So…" he said, drinking some of the wine still left in his glass "what did brother want? It must have been important if you needed to call me…" he said, looking at him with a worried expression

Lovino's stomach twisted a little. "Ah… that is…" he grabbed the napkin on his lap nervously "that idiot…" he blinked at Feliciano's confused look "A-Antonio" he drawled out, feeling weird for some reason "mmm, Antonio and I…"he trailed off, mumbling and feeling his cheeks redden. Ok, so this had been a really, really stupid idea and he was going to kill that tomato-loving idiot the next time he saw him.

"Veeee…" Feliciano said, tilting his head, looking stupidly confused

Silence fell on the room for a moment. Then suddenly, Feliciano's eyes opened a little. That couldn't be good, Lovino thought. Then a smile spread across his face, and he jumped off his chair and onto him.

"You mean you two…?" he asked, grabbing his hands and shaking them up and down

Feeling cornered, Lovino nodded. He fidgeted on the chair. These kinds of situations were not the ones he felt exactly comfortable with.

Feliciano squealed (oh, Dio santo, he squealed) and then made Lovino get up, dragging him towards his bedroom. Once there, he made him sit on his bed, and left again, yelling "stay there, ok?" in a very cheerful voice.

Lovino stared at the door. What the hell was that?

Feliciano was back in an instant, a tray full of sweets and snacks.

"So, so," Feliciano said, putting the tray down, kneeling on the bed and looking at him excitedly, "you need to tell me everything!" he said, bouncing

Lovino groaned internally. What were they, girls?

…Oh but he loved those sweets. Which is why he had so many stored. He put one into his mouth, trying to ignore the looks his brother was sending him.

"Brotheeeer?" Feliciano whined

"It just happened, okay?" he said hastily, crossing his arms and looking away, blushing furiously

Feliciano jumped at him, hugging his neck tightly. "Oh, brother, I'm sososososo glad," he said "ve, ve, he's always loved you so much, too"

Lovino stiffened and shrugged him off. This was getting increasingly more and more uncomfortable for him, no matter how much he actually loved his brother deep down.

"You know, you know~" Feliciano continued, nonplussed by Lovino's attitude "now we can go on a double date, right, right?" he bounced more

Lovino paled. Oh hell no. He had a vague idea of what that would be like. He had been dragged into exploring Spain with his brother, the potato bastard and the Spaniard, and it had been awful. If seeing his brother clinging to the blond's arm the entire time wasn't enough, when he wasn't, his brother and Antonio took off without warning and he was left alone with the German idiot and–

"… and I kind of envy you, because being with big brother Spain must be so much fun and—"

… what?

"Wait, wait," Lovino said "what?"

"Eh~ don't get me wrong! I love Germany so very much," Lovino tried not to gag, if only because he was really curious about what the hell could be there to envy about someone being with Spain "but isn't big brother Spain always fun to be around? I mean, if it is with you, I bet he's even more like that!" he pouted "I wish Ludwig would stop working once in a while…"

Lovino blinked. And then thought of how hard was to shake the tomato bastard off him when he decided he was his new squish toy. Yes, fun, indeed, he thought sarcastically (and he mentally delivered a "yes, you keep working and stay the hell away from my brother" to Germany).

Though Spain… he had his good points…

"Are you going to visit him soon?" Feliciano carried on without waiting for his answer "oh, silly me, of course you are. Hey, hey, brother, let's go today? I promise I'll be there just a second and then I'll go back to Germany's place, I just want to congratulate him, too"

Without waiting for a response, he grabbed his hand and dragged him outside.

"WAIT, WAIT" he screamed, trying to hold his brother back. God dammit, those fucking wurst really were affecting him

Feliciano, for once, actually stopped, and turned around to look at him. "Ve? Oh, oh, I know," he said, letting go of him and running back to the bedroom. Lovino blinked, and smacked his face with his palm when his brother came back with a handful of sweets "for the ride," he said, smiling goofily.

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A/N: The next chapter should be a sequel to this, this time with Spain in it. It's already ¾ done, so I don't think you'll have to wait longer for it (what'd you say? I just jinxed it? Maybe...).

Also: Wurst and potatoes are heretical things!
My brother eats them and just gets more and more macho!

Lovino in his song for Italy's character CD. I-I need to make a full fic about all the stupidly endearing things he says in the blasted song, soon.

By the way, "Dio santo" would be something like "dear God".