Chapter Fourteen
Housewarming parties were fun, happy, festive. A wonderful affair, really. Lovino secretly loved these types of things.
But it was ruined when the realization that Ludwig and his fratellino were actually a couple hit Lovino head-on as he walked through the doorway of their new living space. And Antonio, ever shameless, was flirting with Feliciano! Even though fratellino just got himself a beefy potato-head boyfriend!
Even though An-Antonio's supposed to be mine, dammit!
He considered exploding into a full-blown rage when he saw the German put his arm around Feli's shoulder, but didn't have the heart to spoil the atmosphere. But if the tomato bastard decided to spend so much time on his brother, desperate measures would have to be called for.
He plopped down onto the couch, sulking. I-I'm not fucking sulking! I'm just...admiring the layer of paint on the wall! Y-yeah!
"Are you okay, mi tomate?" Lovino snapped to attention immediately, looking up fiercely.
"D-don't fucking c-call me that!"
"But you're my little tomato!"
"No, bastardo, I am not!"
"But you are, Lovi! Tell Boss what's wrong. You don't want to stay on the end of that couch for the whole party~"
"What if I fucking do?"
"Eh, Lovi~ we're cranky today, aren't we?" Lovino felt like screaming. "Stop bothering me, bastard. Go and flirt with Feliciano. Everyone prefers him to me anyway, so why shouldn't you?" With that, he stood up and walked to the door. I hate Antonio, I hate that potato freak, I hate Feliciano, I hate Grandpa, I hate everything in this world except tomatoes…
I even hate tomatoes, dammit. They remind me of Antonio.
"Lovi! Wait! Please!" the Spaniard begged.
Lovino strode out and slammed the door.
"B-b-b-b-b-beh, Luddy, is it our fault?!"
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