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. SpaMano AntonioxLovino

BrooklynBabbii

.:Chapter Thirteen:.

[LOVINO]

Standing in the crowded room, with his ticket, beside his brother, the older Italian felt something inside of him ache terribly. It was as if his chest hurt, when he knew it wasn't the case. It was his heart. For whatever reason, it was hurting.

He bit his lip, licked it, and then bit it again. He was restless. Feliciano continued to chatter off something, he was talking to Ludwig. Lovino's mind didn't even register that the German was present. Or that said German was eying him with an air of worry. He barely heard when Feliciano stopped talking to ask, "Ve, uh, fratello, is something wrong?"

Lovino shook his head, but he couldn't dispel the feeling. If anything, it only continued to plague him. it felt like it was growing bigger. It was taking nearly everything he knew he had in him, not to look back for something or someone.

For some reason, he felt the urge to look back and see something. Or someone, a voice in his mind continued to mock him. Lovino shook his head again, despite how Feliciano seemed to be growing increasingly concerned with his brother's detachment from what was going on around him.

No, he told himself. I'm fine, it's just a little tour, I'll be home before I know it. He didn't even notice that he had called Antonio's house his home. But it probably would have made little difference. It was his home. Spanish bastard and all, his little miniature version of himself and the bastard in Toby the turtle, and the nice little home and tomato garden.

Home.

Lovino bit his lip, and then ran a hand through his hair. He turned to his brother, and still didn't even think to take notice of the German behind him. "I…I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back." Lovino turned on his heel, with his carry on bag, before the others could even say anything to him.

For some reason, he felt the need to go back to home. It was his home, and he was leaving it. He didn't feel this as bad, as when he left Italy to be a star, not even as nearly as bad. But he was feeling it now. He was feeling it so badly, as he urged (and/or barked at men, and politely asked women) people to part so he could go to a secluded place.

He was in the bathroom, and then it cracked down a bit more forcefully on him. He bit his lip, as he dug through his carry-on. His phone wasn't there. He checked his pocket, and let out a small sigh of relief when he found it there.

His slender fingers flew over the numbered keys, and then he was putting it to his ear. He heard it ring once, and then twice…

He softly cursed under his breath, as his heart beat picked up in his chest. He wished it would either hang up, so he could try again, or that the line would open so he could have this little piece. Lovino was biting his lip, as he worried if he had done something to deserve being let to have to feel this pain. He hated it. He wished the bastard would pick up.

He just wanted to—

He only wanted to—

He just needed a little reassurance.

[ANTONIO]

The Spaniard was sighing, running his hands through his tousled hair, as he sat back down on the bed. He was just sitting there, and trying not to think about anything. But it was growing more difficult, as the room seemed intent on reminding him that things were missing.

When, he was done looking at the floor, he tried again at looking over everything in the room. It seemed to be so big and empty, without his little fiery tomate to be there. He felt his eyes fall down to the sheets beside him, at his waist.

What had he done to anger Lovi? Had he done something? Did Lovino need some space to himself? Had he really wanted to leave him?

Something choked Antonio in his throat. He didn't want to think that that last thought might be true. It couldn't be true. If it was, Antonio didn't know what he would do. He had already ruined one love of his, he had ruined someone else's who shouldn't have even been involved, and now here he was, doing it again.

His little tomate was gone from their bed. The Italian had left with no word, and no bedside note. But some of his stuff was gone, enough for a few days. A few days' worth of clothes missing was enough for Antonio to fear the worst. The fact that they were gone at all, with no reason for why, other than the background thought that Lovino was leaving him, was enough to make him fear the worst.

He inwardly wondered if Toby was even here. Would Lovino take their turtle too? Would he really leave the Spaniard with nothing to say that he had ever been there?

Antonio winced inwardly. He hoped not. Just as he made to rise once more, to actually check for the little reptile whose presence could decide whether or not Antonio would remain sane, he heard his phone ring.

Emerald eyes shone wide, as he practically leapt to check if his eyes were deceiving him. That his ringtone for his Lovi. It was a cute one that Antonio knew by heart and he knew that Lovino knew by heart as well. To further prove he wasn't insane: a picture of Lovino, taken when the other didn't know he was there, when he was smiling and holding Toby while watching some Spanish cooking channel.

Fumbling for the phone, and then to open the line before the call was sent to his voicemail, Antonio barely managed not to sound breathless as he answered the phone with a, "Hello? Lovi? Is that you?"

Are you okay? Where did you go? Why did you leave me all alone? These questions remained unasked. Antonio had already given three. He had to remember the Italian's patience.

"Oi, yeah…" Was the soft reply and Antonio felt the need to stretch the other's patience with questions. "Lovi, are you ok—?"

"Antonio," At that, said Spaniard shut up. Lovino had very rarely called him by his actual name. A Spanish heart squeezed itself, as he feared the worst. But Lovino surprised him with, "You…you won't hate me if I go on tour for a little while, will you? You'll still be at home, when I come back, right?"

Antonio's mind hit a brick wall, and then smacked into a tree in the middle of the second train of thought. Lovino thought he was leaving him, or actually that he would leave him. He had really been spun for a loop.

"What," Antonio began, and then his mind came back and words were coming faster and with more of an accent than he normally allowed himself to use. He hoped Lovino could see past it. "Of course- ah, I'll be here. I could never-ah hate tú. Toby y I will still be here, until you come-ah back."

There was a pause on the other line, and Antonio almost thought Lovino hadn't been able to understand, but then the other said, "I fucking hate your accent. It makes everything so damn difficult. It's almost as bad as an American one."

Antonio felt a little spite of hurt make him sniffle, he happened to like his accent and lots of others – mostly women – did too, but then Lovino continued. "But I get your gist. Oi, I'll be calling regularly, bastard, don't forget to take Toby out for walks. Make sure he takes his vitamins, he'll only take them with the cherry tomatoes, not with the garden variety, and don't forget …"

Antonio just listened, only retaining what he needed to know and do, and just enjoying the sound of Lovino's words. He forget how long they had been talking, when suddenly, something came to mind. "Uh, Lovi? Not to sound mean or anything, but if you're at the airport…are you watching your flight?"

A loud swear, and then came a long line of swearing. "Shit! You're right, for once! Damn it, I'll call you later, bastard! Remember what I said!"

Antonio smiled, as the image of Lovino on his phone went away to show the call ended. The feeling in his chest was slowly going away. A smile was etching its permanent way onto his face. Lovino was not only going to come back to him, he was going to call him back.

A jovial laugh escaped him, and then he was rolling onto his back. For some reason, he felt the urge to tell someone, and seeing his French amigo's number coming up first on his recently dialed list, besides his mother and Lovino, he pressed on it.

"Oui? Ah! My Spanish piece of ass, how are you, mon cher?" His mind completely skipping out on the first comment, Antonio jumped into his ecstatic chatter. Within five minutes he thought he was done, and Francis was congratulating him (and talking about how Antonio was going to end up throwing rainbows in the air, somehow, weird).

But whatever the Frenchman had said, or was saying, about rainbows, Antonio knew one thing:

Lovino hadn't left him behind.

OMIGOD. HAPPY ENDING. The world is ending, isn't it? XD

Sorry that this is so late, but this isn't even my complete fault this time! (Though, I'm happy to day you guys have stayed with me, despite how long I've been gone from FFnet. I am so sorry, but some asshole/bastardia stole my flash drive from my purse. I lost all of my FFnet work, my character profiles, and EVERYTHING.

So, I've been busting my ass after class and work to get everything back. I had to go to FFnet and copy back from what I had already posted, and then pray I could remember everything so I could at least get my ending right for all my stories. (All my stories were near finished on my flash drive.)

Again, thank you all for still being here, I can't thank you enough. I hope this update at least made some people smile. Gott knows my hands were cramping up after I finished this and another story's update. v.v)

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