Title: Brotherly talk II
Rating: PG-13/T
Wordcount: 1500+/-
Pairing/Characters: S. Italy/Spain/S. Italy, N. Italy (Lovino/Antonio/Lovino, Feliciano) mentions of Germany (Ludwig)/N. Italy/Germany.
Summary: The Italian brothers finally go to Spain.
A/N: So I fail and I did jinx it. You name it! PC failure, RL failure, this site's failure the last couple of days, it happened! But I have something that might amuse you? (Besides the fic, I hope).
Go to: tomatoesareevil (dot) com. Yes. I personally found it hilariously amusing. And, if you were around the kink meme, yes, that was me (requester!Anon, not the writer).
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Thanks to his brother's outstanding driving abilities (God dammit, he was worse than him sometimes!) they were in Spain in record time (ignoring that siesta they took in the middle of nowhere in which he questioned his brother's sanity, what with him being able to sleep so peacefully in such a place). Lovino didn't want to admit it (much less show it) but he was kind of nervous. He always was, coming back here. And he had to force himself to come often, because he really didn't want Antonio to go to his house and risk Feliciano finding out.
Well, that wasn't something to worry about anymore.
Feliciano knocked at Antonio's door, cheerfully. And a second time, when no-one answered.
Lovino sighed, his head bowed in hopes of hiding his nerves first, and then his annoyance at the stupid bastard. His eyes fixed themselves at the carpet in the entrance, the yellow "¡BIENVENIDO!" every bit as obnoxious as Antonio himself was. Sighing deeply once again, he searched his pockets for the extra key Antonio gave him, and opened the door.
He blinked at the weird smile his brother was giving him, and he hurried to say that it was just in case the bastard was sleeping somewhere where he couldn't hear the knocking.
Feliciano actually giggled, and he had an impulse to strangle him that he hadn't gotten in a very long time.
They made their way inside, and just as he had predicted, there the Spaniard was, sprawled in one of his sofas, a magazine covering his face.
He walked towards him, taking the magazine off and throwing it to the floor, putting a hand on his shoulder and shaking him, rather gently, at least for his standards. "Oi, bastard," he said "wake up already!"
Antonio moved a little. "Lovi… so cute…" he said
Lovino went red as Feliciano tried to stop himself from laughing again.
"I said wake up!" and with that, he threw him to the floor
"Mmmgh?" Spain asked from his awkward position on the floor "Lovino?"
"Veeee~ big brother Spain!" Feliciano exclaimed, running to Antonio (miraculously avoiding his brother who staggered back a couple of steps) jumping him and– fucking straddling him, much to Lovino's horror "congratulations, congratulations!" he exclaimed, hugging his neck.
"Ita~~" Antonio hugged him back, laughing. By his face, Lovino could clearly read he wasn't awake enough to know just what the fuck was happening, he was just being clingy (and going to die pretty soon if Lovino had anything to say about it).
"O-oh…" Feliciano said suddenly, shrieking and jumping off Antonio, "I'm sorry, brother, I just–"
Spain turned around to watch Lovino, sitting, blinking when Feliciano hid behind him. At that exact moment, his brain finally woke up (just a little though, he had not realized the murderous aura around Lovino).
"Lovi… y- you… told him?" he said, beaming.
Lovino felt all the rage inside him vanishing in a split second as the embarrassment came full force, replacing it. He wished, desperately, to be mad again, since anything was better than that feeling on his chest and those stupid nerves he felt.
"Oh, Lovi!" Antonio exclaimed, crawling on his knees to him and hugging his waist.
Lovino's face was now a dark red. How ridiculous could this idiot get? (No, he was not touched. Nor was he happy, dammit).
And he kind of wanted to wipe that dopey smile of his brother's face.
Antonio nuzzled his stomach. "I'm so happy, Lovi!" he said, squeezing him tighter. "Thank you!"
Lovino attempted to push Spain off, but failed. "The hell, you idiot? I did nothing!"
Feliciano laughed. "You two look so good together!" he said, beaming.
Antonio laughed too. "Thank you, Ita! Hey, are you staying with us, too?"
"Ve? Thank you, but no~ Ludwig must be waiting for me-" Lovino made a face "I said I would only be out for a few hours… and you know how he is…"
"Oh…" Spain said "well, you could call him and say you're staying here for some time?"
Lovino glared at Feliciano, who began to look a bit scared. "Ah, um, big brother Spain… I- I'm sure brother wants to spend time just with you!" he said when Lovino's glare intensified when he didn't say anything.
Lovino hit his face with his palm again, blushing furiously.
Antonio looked up at Lovino's face (what he could see anyway). "Is that true?" he said, ecstatic "there's a festival near, Lovi~ we can go, if you want!"
"See, brother? You are very lucky!"
Lovino avoided Feliciano's warm look and Antonio's questioning stare, feeling like his blush would never go away.
"Anyway, I should go…"
Lovino tried to push Antonio again. This time, he complied, standing up next to the older Italian brother.
"Have a safe trip, ok, Ita?"
"Ve!" he nodded, fixing his gaze on Antonio with a serious face "big brother Spain… please be patient with him, si?"
"What the hell-"
Putting his arm around Lovino's waist, Spain exclaimed a passionate "no need to worry!" much to Lovino's further horror.
"What the fucking hell?"
(The other two ignored him, again.)
"Good," Feliciano nodded "now, I should really go… I want to make it to Germany before the night…"
Spain winced, having had the terrific experience of both going in a car with Feliciano driving and going in the back of Lovino's vespa. "Um, Ita… really, be careful…"
Feliciano blinked. "Eh? Of course…" he said, tilting his head.
Tired of being ignored, Lovino stepped into the conversation. "Come on, I'll go with you to the door," he said to Feliciano "go wash your face or something, idiot," he said in Spain's direction "you still look like you have the pillow stuck to your face"
"Si, querido~" Spain said, chuckling when Lovino gave him a thumbs-up, flushing horribly, and turned in the bathroom's direction, trying not to laugh harder when he heard Feliciano's amused "oh… brother…" followed by a quick yelp of pain. It was a good thing he knew the fights between them were mostly loud but never really something to worry about "now Lovi, be nice to your brother~" he said as he walked away, just in case.
He thought he heard a scream of something like "if he fucking leaves soon there will not be much damage," followed by another stream of curses, and laughed. Francis was probably right; he was a bit crazy, finding that cute.
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Once they made it to the door, Feliciano turned, their mini-fight already forgotten, and hugged Lovino again, squeezing him with the kind of strength he only got when it was not needed (or it could be the fucking wurst again, Lovino thought).
"Have a good time," he said "yes, brother? I love you lots!"
The older brother patted his back awkwardly. "Yes, yes," he said, flushing and pushing him away "whatever…" he paused "you too… I guess" he mumbled, obviously displeased.
Feliciano grabbed his hands again. "I mean it," he said, pouting slightly at Lovino's tone "brother should be happy, too. And you do care about big brother Spain," he said, once again looking a bit serious "so please," he squeezed his hands a little "please, brother?"
"I don't-!" Lovino started, but stopped when Feliciano puffed one cheek. He felt himself flush further "f-fine" he mumbled "fine!" he repeated louder when Feliciano didn't stop giving that look.
"Good," he nodded.
Lovino didn't know whether to try to hit him again or bang his own head against the wall. He was the older brother, dammit!
Feliciano then kissed him on each cheek and quickly ran to his car. "Ve~ now that I think about it… I better take care of the house while you are here, right?" he said, opening the window and then driving out at inhuman speed (probably scaring both the police and the Guardia Civil into action).
It took Lovino the few seconds it took Feliciano to disappear to process the fact that meant the potato bastard was surely going to end up at his home.
"Fucking-" he said, slamming the door back inside. He stormed his way to the living room again, cursing all the way.
"Now, Lovi, that's not cute."
Lovino stopped dead.
"Ven aquí, ¿si~?" Spain said, patting the empty space on the couch next to him, smiling the entire time.
Lovino sat next to him, crossing his arm and puffing his cheeks.
"Gracias, Lovi," Antonio said, putting an arm around him. "Really, I really appreciate it."
"I already told you, I did nothing," he murmured, tempted to just give in and lean closer for once.
"Not true," Antonio said, bending down to speak next to his ear "me hiciste muy feliz," he said, before choosing to simply stay there, holding him close.
The Italian felt himself blush for the umpteenth time that day. Well, that was the least he could say after all the shit he went through. Not like hearing that made him happy or made him feel butterflies or anything, mind.
They stayed like that for a long moment. Lovino decided he was tired, and let his head rest on Spain's chest, who looked at him for a second before bringing his hand up, patting his head.
Lovino closed his eyes. That kind of felt good.
"Hey, Lovi…" Spain said "what was that about you being lucky?" he asked then, gleefully.
Lovino bolted up and head-butted him, storming off. Trust the bastard to ruin a good moment.
"Lovi?" Spain asked pitifully to the empty room, clutching his stomach.
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A/N: Sorry, Spain. I do love you, I swear. And you had it coming. I'm sure they will make up later.
Bienvenido: welcome.
Si, querido: yes, dear. (I could not help myself.)
Ven aquí, ¿si?: come here, yes?
Gracias: thanks.
Me hiciste muy feliz: you made me so/very happy
In some parts of Southern Italy, the "thumbs up" gesture takes the place of the good ol' middle finger.
"Guardia Civil" is the Spanish Civil Guard. There's an article on wikipedia (and a fill on the kink meme, if you'd like to see *cough* – yes I better shut up) if you're curious.
So, how much do I fail? Do tell me~
Also, what the hell is with the random italics/bolding/lack of space, fanfiction dot net?