Yay, another update! This is a request from lunynha, hope it's what you were hoping for! If not feel free to tell me.
Oh, and in this Lovi is young. Also the request was to have Antonio get jealous due to seeing Lovi get along very well with Canada!
Enjoy.
I smile softly down at Lovino as he tries to hide behind me without looking afraid. Originally, when I'd told him about the new possible friend for him, he'd been incredibly excited, all questions and smiles, but now he seemed terrified, years of comparison could do that to a person.
Francis had sent me a letter, about a month ago, saying that he had a new colony about Lovi's age. The colony is called Canada- the boy named Mathew Williams, supposedly he's adorable and soft spoken, the twin of that damn pirate's colony America.
Mathew hides behind Francis as well, though he doesn't seem to care if Lovino knows he is scared. It takes a while of pressing and whispered assurance on both sides before the two slid closer and introduce themselves.
Once they do, however, things change quickly.
Before I know what's happening the two are talking and playing, heads bent close together as they whisper quickly to each other in English, a language Lovi normally refuses to speak. For a few minutes I watch only Lovi, observing the thrilled look in his eyes and the half concealed smile decorating his face, his wings shift around the two, including Mathew as though it's the most natural thing in the world. Then I turn my attention to Canda, blond hair, purple eyes, an impossibly sweet smile. His soul is relatively controlled, just barley reaching out to embrace Lovino. I see all of that, see how very sweet he is, how he and Lovi get along so well.
And I hate him.
I hate him with a burning temper for one simple reason. Lovino is smiling for him. Lovino doesn't smile easily, he'll only show this side of himself to myself and Feli, both of which are are rare, and here is this little colony belonging to one of my oldest friends, making him open up like it's nothing.
Lovino doesn't spend much time with other nations, he's still young, surrounded by nations much older than he and separated from his brother, so he doesn't have many opportunities to make friends. He acts as though he doesn't care, as though he doesn't want more friends, insisting that he can that care of himself. But he can't. He's lonely, and this much is apparent by his furious joy at his current situation. He and Mathew compliment each other nicely, Lovino loud, Mathew quiet, but neither are too outgoing, both overshadowed by brothers, and both lonely. It's clear that the two will be firm friends for a while. That should be enough to make me like the boy, but it isn't.
I force down the emotions, choosing instead to focus on my conversation with Francis, some discussion about the new world and conquering faster than the ass who crushed my precious armada, but it's hard to pay attention. The two are now running around, not playing any real game, just running and claiming that the other broke some nonexistent rule for no reason other than to pretend it's a real game.
Lovi is laughing, loud and clear. It's a special noise, not normally hear and never so loudly. My little Romano is always much more careful with his emotions, hiding them away and only showing them in the wings that are now all but shinning in the sun and twisting along with the blonde's own soul. A growl escapes me at the idea. Lovino, more comfortable with some stranger than with me? My mouth burns with the same furry I feel when he chooses to sleep in the other room, with his brother, rather than with me. I want to snatch up my little colony, want to run, want to refuse to share him with anyone.
I don't say a word, nor do I move from my spot.
After hours of biting back rage, hours of sitting still and watching Lovino make a new friend, and hours of ignoring Francis's annoyingly knowing smile, the day ends and it's time for us to go. I want to run and never return, Lovino safely with me, but Francis demands I stay long enough to make plans to go out with him and Gilbert. Then, finally I call my Lovi over, insisting that it's time to leave. The two boys both beg for more time, which Francis grants, still with that evil little grin, before I can argue. It takes another half hour before I put my foot down, telling Lovino to say goodbye.
"Bye, Lovi!" The blond whispers in a sweet little voice that I'd adore if it hadn't just called my Lovino 'Lovi'.
"Ciao, Mattie," is the response, coupled with a small grin. And, then we're leaving.
I resist the urge to scoop Lovi up into my arms and carry him, only relenting when he yawns widely. "Grazie, Spana," the words are quiet, almost silent as he curls up in my arms, not fighting for once.
The words are small, the gesture almost unheard. And, suddenly, I find myself forgiving Mathew Williams for trying to steal my Lovi away from me (for I know that's what he was trying to do), because Lovi looks so peaceful there. The small, Mediterranean country is quiet and warm, a little half smile brushing across his lips, left there from hours of playing with someone his age, one of his first close nation friends, possibly the first made out of choice, rather than due to a political alliance or family ties.
And I decide, maybe Mathew Williams isn't so bad.
Hope you enjoyed it!
Please review if you get the chance, thanks so much for reading! And I'm really sorry to everyone whose made a request that hasn't yet been filled, I'm working on them, promise.
Also random note, I LOVE ROMANO CANADA FRIENDSHIP! Probably cause of the brother thing? *shrugs* whatever, it just makes me smile.