Chapter 11
(WARNING: foul mouth, profanities, mature/offensive language and themes. Religious themes.)
Antonio' P.O.V.
I spent my night in a realm of pleasant dreams. Unfortunately, I am a man and my dreams consisted of my secret desires for the young Italian boy across the hall. It wasn't morally right but lust was as natural of a feeling as happiness. My dreams had been disturbed not my the clanking pots downstairs or by my mother yelling for quiet or even by the slamming doors. No, none of those. The thing that finally managed to tug me away from my make believe sensations was a sudden heaviness on my chest and the yelling of,
"Toni! Get up!".
I opened my eyes to reveal said Italian sitting on my stomach, legs on either side. Cautiously, I checked around to be sure this wasn't a continuation of the dream before looking back to the little one who pouted in response.
"Good morning, Tomata." I greeted tiredly. His hands came down to my shoulders, pinning me against the mattress.
"I made breakfast." He declared with a bit of excitement. Overall, he resembled a big puppy, pinning his master down so he could wag his tail and whine.
"Then we should go eat, no?" The hands on my shoulders remained, making sitting up impossible.
"Baciami prima. (Kiss me first)" His head leaned down closer to mine so that I could look into those gold crested eyes. I knew the word "baciami"…at least, I thought I did. I had to question myself now. It didn't seem like something Lovino would ask for first thing in the morning or ask for at all. He usually just took what he pleased. The signs of confusion on my face were evident and read instantly.
"Do I need to get you a manual, idiot?" He questioned before taking the initiative and kissing me. It took me a minute to compose myself but once I did, I kissed him back passionately. The moment only lasted a few seconds then he pulled away and got off me entirely.
"Good morning to you too." I hummed a chuckle out of my throat. Lovino was pinking on his cheeks but he remained in the room as opposed to running out like I had expected.
"Wow, you're feeling quite affectionate today. What's the occasion?" I asked and got out of bed as well. The boy shuffled a bit, like he was contemplating an answer. He settled with blowing it off as nothing. I threw a grey blouse over my bare chest and slipped into dress pants.
"Change your shirt." Lovino said from his comfortable perch on top my dresser. Why he was up there, I had no idea. Maybe it made him feel tall or something.
"What's wrong with this one?" I asked and ran a hand down the soft, charcoal material.
"It…boring." He stated as his fingers curiously found their way around a glass trinket that his eyes had been studying. It was a little porcelain parakeet that had been painted with gold leaf. A token of my mother's decorative spirit.
"You like that sort of thing?" I watched him turn it over every angle. He rubbed over the soft surfaces and experiment by scratching it with his nail.
"Yeah…this is a bit too showy for me though. I like simple." His lips formed the words slowly, delicately. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about how beautiful he was.
"I have a present for you, mi amour." I told him and started carefully looking through the jewelry box beside him on the dresser. His eyes followed me. When I found what I had been looking for I held it up.
"Do you like this?" I asked. His eyes carefully studied the necklace hung by pinched fingers on either side. Simple, gold chain held up a single golden cross in the center. Beautiful and simple. I was really expecting him to make fun of the fact I had jewelry but instead he reached out a curious hand to touch it. Before his fingers could meet the cold metal I pulled it around his neck and snapped the lock around the chain. Drawing back, I could take in his appearance. He was beautiful. He looked at the pendant without really knowing what to say or do.
"I…um…" He finally managed to whisper, not taking his eyes from the chain, "Antonio?"
"Si?" I asked. He slowly lifted his face and made eye contact. A single marble tear ran down his cheek and plopped into his lap. "Lovi? I'm sorry, what wrong?" I worriedly used my sleeve to wipe the wetness from his face. Lovino's expressionless face suddenly melted into a gentle smile, the rarest of all his smiles. A little warm hand weaved around mine. I was admittedly a little confused.
Lips pressed against mine, silently telling me that nothing was wrong at all. It took nothing else to convince me, I kissed back.
"Grazie, amore…" He said quietly, looking back down to the pendant. I used my free hand to stroke his cheek.
"This necklace has been passed down my family since the pirate days. My father passed it down to me and I to you." I took the cross in my fingers and flipped it to show him the little engravings going up the spine, "It says 'esperanza', it means 'hope'."
"Toni…can I accept this?" He ran a finger down the carved letters as if they were Braille.
"Your supposed to accept gifts, its proper manners." I said with a smile.
"Fuck manners. I meant, is it right?" Lovino ran his teeth along his lip nervously. I took his hand and led the fingers over the letters again.
"Hope, Lovino…what else have we got?" I was answered with a smile and kiss.
"Change your shirt, stupid. If you got any darker, you'd be a shadow." He said. I smiled, he had a point. Deep coffee hair, tanned Spanish flesh, charcoal shirt, black pants.
"What should I wear than?" Lovino slid off the dresser and made his way to my wardrobe. He filed through the carefully pleated shirts till he found a scarlet button-up and pulled it out.
"Put this one on." He commanded, shoving it into my arms. I did as he more or less asked without protest. When I had changed, Lovino studied me over. "Good." He stated in sudden approval, "Now, breakfast." I followed him out of the room and down the stair. Little Lovi was wearing a pale yellow blouse, brown straight legged pants and suspenders to hold them up. He had rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, mainly because the shirt was made for me and my arms had been longer than his. It suited his so well.
When we were in the kitchen, I saw the layout of pancakes and homemade honey margarine syrup. The table had been set for just two people, measures were taken to ensure that the etiquette was correct according to the books.
"You did this?" I asked, a little astonished. I didn't think he actually remembered all of the lessons he received from Alita.
"Of course I did! Who the hell did you expect? A box of tomatoes fairy?!" He snarled, putting his hands on his hips with a bit of attitude. Cute~
"Those are real!?" I asked with sarcasm that only resulted in Lovi sticking out his tongue and threatening to not let me eat. I submitted told him it looked lovely, that was enough to convince him to let me eat again. The food was delicious, even if a bit cold. When we finished, Alita practically shoved us out the door, saying she wanted us to pick up the mail on our way. I'd have to thank her for cleaning up our dishes later.
We made a stop at the post office rather quickly. Lovi shoved the four or five notes into his bag, saying we could read them later. I was admittedly getting very nervous. I had heard nothing from Aunty Esta yet. Either she didn't know or there was one hell of a storm brewing. My anxiety only heightened every day. Lovino did the courtesy of reading out loud the sender's address of each for me. Two from Germany, one from France and another from Italy. I breathed a sigh of relief. Safe another day. We arrived at work within ten minutes.
Kiku rose and bowed when we entered. We had both already learned that this was the appropriate greeting, we mimicked the move. The little Japanese man handed Lovino the frilly apron he had forgotten in his fit of anger yesterday. I was more than happy to put it on for him. He was more that happy to remind me that he knew where I lived.
After three hours, only one person came in. It was a man shouting jumbled Italian and waving a pile of crumpled papers around. Kiku took the initiative by sprinting back into the kitchen and fetching our fluent Italian speaker. I watched the two closely, making sure no physical violence was initiated. Verbally, they could have been cussing each other out for all I knew.
Once Lovino calmed the man down, they laid his papers down on the table. Lovino flattened a few out then used his finger to trace a trail along one. He quickly switch to another and continued the trail, making turns here and there till he stopped and slammed his finger down in one spot, crying, "questo è tutto; basta! (-And that's it!)"
The man began to laugh and roughly pat Lovino on the back. I edged forward, ready to rip his arm away if I needed to. "Ho sbagliato città tutto questo tempo! (I've been in the wrong town this whole time!)" The man exclaimed. They mumbled Italian to each other for a while until he kissed Lovi's cheek, gave his a giant crushing hug and left. Once the man was out of sight, I approached Lovino and quickly frisked him to make sure he was still in tact.
Hercules emotionless face quickly popped out of the back room. "Lovino gets a promotion." He said flatly and disappeared again. Lovino smiled and boasted the whole way back to the kitchen. In about an hour, a badly drawn scribble of a person appeared crudely taped to the wall. I wasn't sure when it had gotten there; I hadn't even seen Hercules leave the back room. It was labeled as: "Lovino, employee of the month." After reading that, I broke out into uncontrollable laughter.
I could make out the picture now. His frown took up the whole lower half of his potato shaped head. Lovino's eyes were different shapes and sizes, his hair was a tangled mess of lines that resembled what a cat having an epileptic seizure might draw. In fact, that was probably just the case. My hysteria attracted the boy in question out of the kitchen to find out what was so damn hilarious.
Once he saw the picture, he began to beat me up for laughing at something like that. "It's not funny! You bastard!" He cried and beat another fist against my back. I couldn't stop laughing. It was hilarious.
"Lo siento, lo siento!" I chocked out defensively. His fists gave up and he settled with swearing at me. "You're lovely, lo siento. I didn't mean it, it looks nothing like you." I called again, not able to hide my ridiculously huge smile. He growled more swears under his breath and retreated to the kitchen. I spent the next few minutes just staring at it, trying to conceal the rising laughter in my throat.
The day was uneventful. I swept, mopped, and dusted the millions of vases that were lying around. Lovino used the rice we couldn't pack into the store room for lunch. Apparently, rice was a whole meal for middle class families. I tried to call Lovino's bluff but Hercules and Kiku agreed with him. That information blew my mind.
"JUST rice!? No way! What about the meat?!" I asked and shoveled another spoonful of the sticky white kernels into my mouth.
"Don't you know what the fuck a depression is?" Lovino countered. "Oh wait, of course not, you prissy priss. Get used to it."
"How do people get their protein?" I asked, still in shock.
"Well in the U.S.S.R, they practice cannibalism." Kiku informed me.
"THEY EAT PEOPLE!?" I cried, ready to loose my lunch.
"Yes. There is no food. Wouldn't it be better to eat a child and feed yourself rather than let it die slowly of starvation and rot?" Hercules asked, taking another bite as if the thought wasn't at all repulsive.
"WHAT!? NO! OH MY GOD!" I cried and clapped a hand over my mouth to keep the vomit in.
"And in Germany-" Kiku began but was cut off by Lovino who knew how delicate my stomach already was.
"That is why we eat rice." Lovino stated matter-o-factly and took another bite. I slowly nodded in agreement. Rice was good. In fact, I loved rice. It was much easier to swallow than human. We continued lunch in relative silence. I say relative because there would always be a meow or patter of paws to break the silence. This place had a serious infestation.
"Lovi, the work is done. Maybe we could read those letters?" I finally spoke up as I neared finishing my bowl of rice. Correction, my bowl of delicious, magnificent, definitely not human rice.
"I said when we got home." He answered with a scowl.
"I'm excited~ I think I got letters from my friends." I told him. I had been thinking about the letters all day.
"Sure, whatever." He answered, pulling up a suspender strap. The other two men stood up and took their dishes away.
"There are two from Germany. I'm willing to bet one is from your brother-"
"I don't have a brother." He interrupted and scowled down at the remaining white kernels, scraping his spoon against the walls of the bowl.
"Of course you have a brother. Feliciano." I insisted, a bit confused. Lovino never failed to confuse me. I loved that about him.
"I don't want that boy to be my brother." He clarified, using perfect diction.
"Lovi, that's not something you choose." A frown found a place on my lips. How could he not want a brother? He had family now. His brother was a nice boy too so I didn't see the problem.
"Well everyone else seems to be able to decide that so why not me? I don't want to be related to him." Lovino nervously ran his fingers under the elastic straps of his suspenders.
"What's wrong? Why don't you like him? He seems perfectly nice." I asked, thoroughly confused again.
"He's an asshole." He mumbled bitterly, still refusing the eye contact I was searching for.
"Lovino, what happened? You're not making sense." I pleaded again.
"He's not my brother!" He finally snapped, looking up at me with a hateful scorn in his eyes. "He's had a mother and a father and education and food. I didn't have any of that! He doesn't need me and I don't need him! As far as I'm concerned, some bitch dumped me and ran out. End of story." He growled and made a point of ending the conversation my taking his bowl and storming off to the kitchen. Needless to say, I was on his heels.
"Lovi! Is that what this is about!?" I asked. Lovino chucked his bowl into the sink with a clatter. He squirted more soap than ever necessary into the pit of hot water and forcefully scrubbed the dish.
"YES. That is what this is about, got a fuck'n problem!?" He growled. I really didn't understand why this was working him up so much but I was set on defusing it.
"Lovi, talk to me." I whined. I kept my hands off him for now, knowing he was an unreadable ball of fire that was very capable of exploding. "None of that was your brother's fault. Surely you could forgive him?"
"I don't need him in my life. He didn't exist for the first nineteen years so why the hell should he matter now!?"
"Common now, he's family. He hasn't done anything to deserve your hatred, he's just a boy too." That must have been the wrong answer. Lovino shot his head around to kill me with his haunting eyes.
"If you love him so much, why don't you marry him!? For fuck's sake! He took everything away from me! Shut up about my fuck head brother!?"
"Lovi, I'm not picking sides! I just don't want such a bad relationship for you two! I want you to love your sibling."
"He doesn't need my love! He's already got everyone else's, including my boyfriend's! Fuck you, fuck him, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" He yelled as well as slammed his fist against the counter and bit into his lip to hold back the yell I was sure was boiling in him. My expression shifted from frustration and anger to sadness and sympathy. This had obviously been hurting him quite a bit. Regardless to what my mother claimed, Lovino didn't get worked up over nothing. If something was bothering him, it was really bothering him.
My eyes fluttered down to his hand that was still balled up on the counter. "You hurt your hand." I whimpered very softly and let my body finally relax.
"It's fuck'n fine." He looked away. His voice was cold but it still told me he had relaxed, which I was thankful for.
"Can I see it?" I asked in a friendly tone, slowly luring him to me like a wild animal.
"I said it's fine." He growled, starting to get a bit antsier. I had learned how to take care of him by now. He was in a situation that was easy enough to work him down from. Tears in his eyes told me he was not only frustrated but in pain. All I had to do was take away the pain and the rest would melt off easily.
"Please, tomata? That looks like it hurt quite a bit." Lovino considered my proposal. He obviously knew it hurt but he didn't know if he wanted to submit just quite yet. He still seemed to have some fight left in him. Eventually he lifted the hand and put it in my awaiting one.
"Whatever, just stop nagging me, Grandma." Lovi sighed. I gently flipped the hand onto either side and inspected. The carpet burns from his tantrum yesterday were still there and now accompanied by a forming bruise. I traced my finger roughly over the splotch in search of inner traumas. A few winces and curses later, I had deduced that he hurt the little finger. Poor Lovi. Kissing didn't seem to fix it which pretty much exhausted my list of cures.
"Kiku!" I called loud enough for him to hear me from his nestling spot in the dining room. Some pitters later, the little Asian appeared in the doorway. I waited before remembering that he wouldn't enter an occupied room unless invited. "Come in, come in." I called. He scuttled in as I lifted Lovino by the hips and sat him on the counter.
"You called?" He asked and nervously looked between us, hoping he could answer his own questions.
"Lovi hurt his finger, could you look at it for me? I tried kissing it." I mentioned and gestured to the stubborn injury. Kissing it should have worked. Kiku chuckled but politely covered his mouth with his long sleeve.
"No, I don't believe that is an adequate treatment. May I see?" He asked and held a hand out to Lovino. The Italian complied. Kiku had such delicate movements, he was like a ballerina or something. He used just the soft tips of his fingers to angle the hand. I was pretty jealous. I wished I could be that soft with Lovino. My hands were huge compared to his little boney ones. Maybe once he picked his weight back up they'd grow but until then, I was a lion trying to handle a lamb.
"He has dislocated his digitus minimus. Please get the warm water running." The black haired boy said in his usual flat voice. Neither him nor Hercules seemed to be very expressive people. The same didn't go for Lovino though. He looked around with panicked and scared eyes, finally pinning them on me.
"Don't worry." I tried to sound reassuring. With the sink now running hot, I picked Lovino back up. Instead of protesting, he wrapped his legs around me and buried his face in my shoulder. I held Lovino securely and brought him to the sink. Kiku, after prying his arm away from me, pulled Lovino's hand under the water. This was it.
I whispered comforts to him and bounced him lightly like a baby. In one sharp pop and a yelp, the finger was fixed. Lovino was given back his arm and it wrapped around my neck along with the other, holding their owner tight to me. I knew this wasn't a reflex of fear anymore, he was doing this to make good our prior argument. I continued to bounce the boy and loop my arms under his bum, supporting him until a flash in the corner of my eye blinded me. Both our heads shot to the source.
The Japanese man was holding a camera and blushing hard. "Excuse me. It is company policy that I document these things." He lied. While I laughed, Lovino scowled and jumped down from my hold. He was so cute~
Kiku let me bandage his finger, stopping me a few times to tell me I was doing it wrong. We cut a chopstick in half (surprisingly easy), and wrapped his finger against it with gauze. I was very proud of myself when we finished.
I finished cleaning and stocking the kitchen for Lovino. It was done in a fraction of the time it took Lovino since I was stronger and taller. He refused to admit to this. Once I was done an hour later, Lovino agreed to let me read him the letters. We started with the one from my friend Francis. It read:
"Hello dear Antonio,
I have missed you so dearly, my friend. I'm taking a long trip back to my home country to help with the war relief. France is in complete despair. Nothing but rubble and crumpled spirits walk the street. Normally, I would oppose such physically labor but when faced with a sight like this, I have no choice.
Of course, most of my relief efforts are dedicated towards the spirits rather than the buildings. Do not misunderstand! It is hard work as well! So many sad girls walking the streets with nobody to love them! Can you imagine? I must try my hardest to bring back their happiness! (don't get me wrong, men need relief too. I am a very generous person.)
Now, less about me, more about you. How is Italia? I've heard Italians are very easy, if you know what I mean. If I were you, I'd hit the town and have a party with that legendary Italian wine. I've heard it does wonders. Nothing compared to French wine of course!
You've always been such a player, I hope you find some nice company out there. Ones that can satisfy your craving~ I joke, I joke. I know you don't find interest in the same things I do. In all honesty, I really hope you are happy and maybe even lucky in the ways of love.
Say hello to Mama for me and convince her to loosen her leash! You are twenty four, man! Stand up to her already. Remember to write me back! I'll start calling if you're getting too late.
Au revoir,
Francis."
I tried to stop reading after a few sentences but Lovi stole it and read the rest aloud. When he finished, he looked over to me with a smirk. "Tapping much ass, Toni?"
It was my turn to blush. "It's not like that! Francis is just a pervert!" I exclaimed in denial. True, I had slept around quite a bit in my prime but I didn't need to bring that up in front of Lovi! Francis, that bastard!
"Just want to let you know…if I find out you slept with anyone from this point on, I'll castrate you with my bare hands." The innocent looking boy said, stabbing me with an evil smirk.
"Never Lovi! I swear!" I cried in desperation. Lovino laughed softly, his painful smile melted into a sincere one.
"Yeah, whatever. I'm not worried." The tone of his voice was surprisingly kind but also tinted with hurt. If I had known I'd meet Lovino one day, I would have denied all of them. I'd have run to Italy so our futures could have started sooner. "Smile, you idiot. I'm not mad at you." He said, reading my expression.
"Let's read the letter from Gilbert." I changed topic with a smile. " He moved to Germany with his little brother right before I moved here." I ripped the wax seal off and opened the envelope. It read:
"Hey Tonio!
What up bro? We agreed to send each other letters after a month, remember!? I forgot and even I got mine out before getting anything from you. Franny is going to get all pissy! You know how freakishly infatuated with you he is!
Anyways, you can totally blame that on bad mailing system in Italy. How is Italy, by the way? I bet you miss me. Try not to cry too much.
Germany is just how I remember it… not. Some freaky shit is going on over here. They're doing rallies or something. There's lines of soldiers everywhere and the air raid siren goes off at least four times a week. We have yet to experience any actual attacks and I have no idea who's attacking but it's really freaking me out. I'm going to save up money so we can move back to Spain.
Ludwig wanted to help with finances. He's such a good little brother~ He's working with the police as security in foreign affairs. He's been gone for the past week. He's guarding a group of missionaries that stopped in the town next door. He'll be back next week with a handsome check.
He's only sent me one letter. It was very short and mostly just mumbo jumbo about the weather and what flower is blooming this time of year. I worry for his sanity.
I have a feeling that something bad is happening here. Not bad as in, depression and hunger but bad as in real bad. World devastating. Italy, being an allie, is in just as much danger. I suggest, as your friend, that you move back to Spain. Shit is coming down.
Wow, this letter ended up being quite the bummer. On a lighter note, I found a little bird! I followed me around for a whole day so I decided to keep it. I wanted to name it Gilbird but Luddy said that was self-centered and stupid. He's such a bully! He didn't even have a name suggestion! He just told me I should put it back where it came from and get a pet rock. Rocks are no fun.
You're lucky you don't have a brother with the world's largest stick shoved up his ass. I'm just kidding, I love him. I love you too, Toni! I hope your learn how to do a decent cartwheel. Handstands are getting old.
Peace out,
That really awesome guy you know."
I looked at Lovino who nervously looked back. There was going to be a war…my god…
"My brother is in Germany. Read his letter. Now." He demanded, not arguing the brother complex any longer. I could see he was truly afraid. I quickly opened the last letter and fiddled the papers out. They read:
"Fratello,
In many ways, Germany is beautiful but it is also so broken. There will be war. This is a fact I am certain of. There is a dictator here that is more powerful than any man I have ever seen. Millions follow him. I can hear their chanting echo day and night from towns away. For once, I am grateful I don't know what their saying.
There is evil here that is stronger than most. They town you live in is small so you have yet to see the armies of jets and lines of soldiers. Still, I fear that day will come soon. Leave Italy. That country is as uncertain as this. There will be bombs and fires… There will be terror.
When I arrive in Czechoslovakia first, we were housed along the outskirts of the country. We spent two weeks educating the people of Prague about the word of the lord. The people there are very afraid. They know what is to come. Honestly, I'm not sure if I took a single breath while I was there. The entire town fell heavy with death and pain. Instead of playing hopscotch, the children would pretend to be soldiers and took turns capturing each other. The worst part was, the parents participated in this game. They taught the victim children where and when to hide. They spent the whole day mastering the art of stealthy escapes.
The next town we went to was Chemnitz Germany. There, we had to be escorted in by special guards to ensure our safety. They stayed in the camp with us day and night. I made friends with a boy named Ludwig. He's two years older than me but acts like a cranky old man. He's very funny.
I've known Ludwig no longer than a week yet I feel that he's become the best friend I've ever had. I feel close to him, I love him like a brother. One day, he went on a walk with me to a field not far away. We spent the whole day there. I told him about the flowers that are blooming around this time of year and he, in return, made them into a crown for me.
We've been talking about him coming with us, leaving Germany. It would be easy enough to sneak him out but he refuses to leave his brother. I can't seem to wrap my mind around the idea of leaving him here…in this war…
I really want to take him with us! I don't know why. There is an awful nagging in my chest, it won't let me leave him. I can't even sleep without seeing him in my dreams. Maybe if we found a way to take his brother with us…
Until then, I plan to stay in Germany. This feeling must be the work of God's plan. I must trust him in such a time of fear and confusion. He knows what is right and he's telling me that staying with Ludwig is right.
I am scared. I am terrified. I am so confused I question which hand is right and which is left. Brother, I pray to God for peace but I am sure it won't be sent soon. Leave Italy, hide in the hills and away from the shore.
God be with us all,
Feliciano Varges."
Silence followed for a long time. A long, painful time. The hand on the clock echoed its haunting ticking through the room. Neither of us could put together what we had heard. When I finally heard Lovino's breath pick up, half an hour hand passed. A trembling breath, then words, "Antonio…oh god…what are we going to do…?" He whispered, unsure of every syllable.
I had no answer. None. My brain was empty. I answered through my silence as I tried to wrack my brain and force the gears to creak back to life. Silence…silence…silence…..
"Lovino?" I finally murmured, picking my head up from its rest in my palms. Golden honey orbs answered me, obviously holding back tears for the second time today. "I have an idea…"
"What?" He asked in more of a statement than a question. His voice quietly shook out of his tired throat.
"We'll go on an adventure. How about it? The greatest stories of our lives." I offered, flashing him a smile I was just starting to believe in.
"What the hell are you talking about?" As the thought evolved, my heart started picking up pace.
"I'm talking about you and me. We'll get in the car with a few bags and go. First to Germany to get Gilbert, his brother and Feliciano then we'll go to Spain. Drop them off in a small town and that's it. Done. We find a cottage and live out our lives in the happiest ways possible." I sounded insane, I already knew that. Go into the center of a terror-stricken country, shove five people into a little car then illegally immigrate them one thousand miles. Didn't really sound like peaches and cream.
"What about family? You have a life here." Lovi countered.
"Franny was right. I'm a man now. I love my mama, always have and always will but now it's time to start the rest of my life. I have friends in need of help and a house in need of settling and a beautiful, beautiful boy that I love more than life. I need to start my life now. I'll tell her where I'm going and why but now I have to take care of my family." I answered, growing more and more passionate with my idea.
"This is insane! It's dangerous beyond freak'n belief!" He exclaimed.
"That's what makes it so perfect! It's an adventure Lovi. It's our future….. will you go with me?" My voice wavered, not as sure as I was. I prayed he'd say yes. I could never leave without him. That familiar silence resounded again. Lovino watched the ground intensely and rubbed away the exhaustion manifesting in his temples.
"You're an idiot." He finally sighed out. My smile was wider than a rainbow at that moment.
"Is that a yes?" I asked, overwhelmed with excitement. My lungs rapidly filled with then released sweet air. I could feel the adrenalin as it coursed my veins and pumped through my whole body.
"This is the stupidest fucking idea in the history of ever." His voice raised a notched and even cracked.
"That sounds like a yes!" I cried, almost shaking off my seat. The Italian's head lifted and met my bubbly green eyes with his deeply determined hazel ones. A smirk quirked onto the corner of his mouth.
"That's a hell yes."
(Yay! Thank you every one! I'm very excited! I plan on updating again this weekend so I hope you're all up for that. Also! Bonus! Remember that little intermission story in chapter eight called BLOG FAIRY? Once I wrote that, the ideas just began to bloom so the first chapter is up on my home page! It has changed a bit from the original story but if you want to check that out, it would put a little skip in my heartbeat. Till later, bye!)