In-Tune

Rating: T

Summary: It was meant to be like any other of his family's usual summer home visits instead, when he invites his friend along in hopes of sharing the boredom, he finds a foreign star along the shore. Sparomano AntonioxLovino

BrooklynBabbii


Author Alert: THIS-IS-NOT-SPARTA, , spainleboss41

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Reviewer(s)!: **Oceanfur, Lovi's Tomato Lover, Lady-Prien, Nana, THIS-IS-NOT-SPARTA(2), NaruIchi **

Oceanfur: Yes, feel bad for our poor tomato-loving Romano. :'(

Lovi's Tomato Lover: Yeah, you might as well feel bad for all of them then…And that guy can burn in him! That is why he remains in the past.

Lady-Prien: Yes, they can spam you now. :D By all means, you have use Toby as a meme in your stories; just remember to give me my credit. :)

Nana: Good to see you again. Yes, fight 'Tonio! FIGHT FOR YOUR TOMATO! (Why is everyone surprised Antonio has a kid? XD)

THIS-IS-NOT-SPARTA: Oh my Gott! It's you! X) Yes. I'm awesome. (2) I'm glad you like the plot and how I make the characters. The link to the Toby Fan Club is in my communities, go there and spam Lady-Prien until she lets you in. X) Here you are, Mr. Moustache~ ;)

: That is such a pretty name~

NaruIchi: LMAO…you are too funny…


.:Chapter Eleven:.

[ANTONIO]

Let's see, he thought to himself, where to start…

One: This was a bad idea. Two: This was a really bad idea. Three: This was a REALLY, really bad idea. The Spaniard wasn't comfortable at all. It wasn't the fact that his mother and younger sister were coming by for a short visit soon. No, that wasn't it. He was fine about that. He had all but made it absolutely clear to his father; he wanted nothing to do with him.

No, it was the fact that Lovino had to leave afterwards for a tour across seas. He wasn't concerned about the tour itself. It was just…Lovino had been so distant lately.

He hadn't snapped at Antonio as much as he used to. Even though, Antonio did some things on purpose, if only to coax the spark of anger in those amber eyes. But no, amber remained a dark gold, and nothing changed.

Antonio sighed at his desk, looking down at the papers he had graded and signed in his absent state of mind. He had really done a week's worth of work in…He looked to his clock, and his eye twitched. He had done a week's worth of work in a just a little over an hour.

He sighed again, rubbing at his head a bit. He still felt uneasy about the whole thing. Lovino hadn't spoken much to him today. But last Antonio had checked, the moody Italian had been in the tomato garden out back with Toby.

Thinking, he could start a conversation, and perhaps convince the other to tell him what was wrong, Antonio stood and started to make his way to the backyard. He left his office, and felt slightly better away as he thought of the many things he could do to help the Italian. If he'd let him help, that is. For some reason, the Italian didn't like hugs much. He never had, during their relationship, and Antonio found it slightly odd.

Who didn't like hugs?

Besides, Lovino "Romano" Vargas, that is.

He giggled to himself, passing his living room with higher hopes. His mind drifted, as if often did, and Antonio found himself thinking of dinner. "I'm in the mood for seafood…I don't think Mama will mind. Dana loved it when he cooked, and pretty much ate whatever it was. She wasn't too picky…

That he remembered. It had been a while since he had last seen his little sister. His bastard of a father had tried to keep her away from him, saying he would "taint" her views.

Dick, he thought, with a somewhat strained smile. He was already near the kitchen, when the hairs on the back of his neck rose. There was a prickly sensation there, and he stopped. Lucky, or unlucky, that he did because he caught the hushed conversation floating in from the backyard.

It was a very sad conversation, spoken by an even sadder Lovino. But what cut Antonio the most deeply was the fact that Lovino was talking about him. Was he was apologizing…?

"I know I'm stupid."

No, Antonio wanted to say. You're not stupid. You're one of the smartest people I know. What are you talking about? Why are you calling yourself stupid?

"I know this is stupid."

Antonio felt his head cock slightly to the side, as he walked quietly closer. Lovino had his back to the door. Toby was barely visible in the thick garden of green vines, red fruit, and small wooden poles. But Lovino wasn't. The Italian was fully visible, and Antonio could see his shoulder trembling.

"If I could change it, I would."

Change what? Antonio wanted to ask, but the more rational part of him shushed him. He had to find out what was causing Lovino so much discomfort…But somewhere inside of him, a part of him, Antonio found he really didn't want to hear. That what he was going to hear was going to change everything.

He wished he had listened to that voice; maybe he could have remained oblivious…

"Antonio may be a bastard, but he's not a bastard that I want to hurt like that…"

Antonio was so confused, and yet he wasn't. A part of him, the one that still saw Arthur as more than a past relation twisted Lovino's words in his mind. The worst part: the voice sounded like his father. I told you, what did I say? I was right! God hasn't forgiven you at all.

Antonio shook his head, starting to turn away, as he began to feel sick. "N-no," he mumbled, but his voice was too soft for even him to hear. Nevertheless, the voice of his father continued.

You don't deserve to be happy, if you can't even follow God's will. The voice mocked, and then said, what makes you sure he would have lasted anyways? You saw the scars. He tried to commit the ultimate sin, and you knew it about, because he told you. You knew he tried to kill himself.

You're just as bad as you always have been. Stupid niño, the voice finished, but it didn't matter that Lovino had continued his words. Antonio had already run in search of the bathroom. His stomach felt something awful and wanted to show him just how disgusting he was on the inside.

Antonio crouched over the white bowl. Something slid down his face, but he was too occupied to even look down to see what it was. His mind was going faster than it should have been, and his head was throbbing. Knots of pain curled tighter in his middle, and he felt the urge to double over increase within him.

I haven't changed at all. He thought, I still…I…

A sob tore his raw throat, and he made a small sound of pain, as angry tears blurred his vision. He had still found someone to hurt him just as much as love him. Antonio laughed bitterly, as he thought, obviously, I'm a masochist.

It didn't matter that he had really trusted Lovi to be better than Arthur.

[LOVINO]

"It's not even his fault," the Italian began. "He doesn't deserve what I've put him through or what I'm probably going to put him through later." The brunette sighed, and stroked the spotted shell of the turtle currently lying in the dirt of the tomato garden. "I don't want to go away for tour, but my bastard won't let me stay. He said I've been off long enough."

Toby cocked his head, beady eyes studying its 'mother'. Then, the large turtle crept over, tugging at a tomato plant and tossing the red fruit at Lovino. The Italian sighed, but he did smile a little. He could always count on Toby to at least try to cheer him up.

Speaking of cheer, he inwardly thought, where's the cheerful tomato bastard?

Truth be told, Lovino had been ignoring the other. But it was only because, he thought if he could put enough distance between them then his leaving for a long time wouldn't hurt as much. Unfortunately, it had backfired. He didn't know how Antonio was faring, since he hardly talks to him now, but he knew he was miserable.

Damn him, Lovino thought, as he frowned. A slight blush rose to his cheeks. It's not my fault he's cheerful...and funny…and nice to have around…and not bad to look at…and –

Lovino stopped that train of thought, before he ended up bruising the red fruit still in his palm. He groaned, as he made to stand on his feet, taking Toby with him. He saw that the back porch light was still off, and he frowned. Normally, Antonio turned it on. The Spaniard liked to stay outside a while after dinner.

Walking inside, Lovino saw no dinner at all. In fact, the kitchen was still empty. The counters were clear of ingredients, and bowls. The stove wasn't even on, Lovino noticed, his worry increasing. Where was Antonio?

He was right about to call out the other's name, when he heard footsteps approaching. Speak of the devil, and here he comes, Lovino thought. He opened his mouth to say something, when Toby bit down on his finger suddenly. Lovino yelped, swears falling quickly from his lips.

Antonio came around the corner, and stepped into the kitchen, face worried. Once he saw Lovino, however, something in his face changed. Nonetheless, he hid it well, as he crossed over the room to help Toby to tomatoes versus Lovino's finger. The Italian still didn't know why the turtle had randomly snapped at him.

"Are you hungry?" Antonio asked, and Lovino managed a scowl, not even seeing the slight fear in the other's green eyes. He didn't see the hurt and mistrusts starting to swirl around for a deadly combination. "No duh, tomato bastard," Lovino snapped, "and it better be seafood." Amber eyes pointedly went to Toby, to which the turtle seemed to be oblivious of as it pawed Antonio's shirt.

"Uh," Antonio stammered, "sure, um, don't eat Toby, okay?" The Spaniard hesitantly handed the turtle back to Lovino. Lovino frowned, as he saw Antonio acting out of character.

"Is something wrong?" The Italian asked, as he was putting away the pause Antonio gave before answering, "I'm just a bit nervous, that's all." Lovino inwardly felt bad. Maybe Antonio was already getting over him and his tour.

Lovino bit back something in his throat, playing with Toby instead, as he slowly left the room. Once he thought he was out of earshot, he hid behind the wall and just slid down to the floor. A demon or some evil shit, he thought, was using an invisible knife to cut me open.

He looked down at Toby, and the black eyes looked back at him. He tried to smile, and it came out as a grimace. The knife was coming up slowly, oh so slowly, to draw out every morsel of pain possible. Lovino could feel his smile breaking, the tilts fallings and starting to fall.

He let out a choked laugh, guess he was the only one taking it hard, wasn't he? He always was. The first time, it was him. The second time, it was him. And now look: here he was a third time, feeling hurt.

They say history repeats itself, when you do not correct your mistakes…

Lovino slumped against the wall, frowning deeply.

So where did he go wrong?


I know I am LATE. I know, I know, I know! DX I am sorry!

I had some trouble with this chapter...Antonio was being a bitch. Lovino was fine, his usual self. Antonio was the bitch. FTW.

Um, I meant for this to be happier, with a family dinner, and then kind of a cliff hanger-ing by Gilbert come in, but then I scraped it and chose this instead.

I like this one more~

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