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Visiting Feliciano had been a mistake, the potato bastard was already in his brothers quarters, and Feliciano was annoyed, Lovino could tell. It could be difficult for a lot of people to notice that Feliciano was angry and trying not to show it. But those eyebrows were slanted just so, and his jaw was tensed. Feliciano groaned "You have no idea what you've done"

Lovino looked at his boots, he was going to have to apologise, he hated apologising. "Sorry" he grumbled.

"Why are you here?" Feliciano mumbled, letting his head flop backwards over his chair dramatically.

"You're good with emotions, right?" Lovino asked awkwardly.

"When a man and a woman love each other very much-"

Lovino shoved a hand into his face "NO, this is not what this is about!"

Feliciano snorted "I know, I was just messing with you" he was still annoyed, but his voice sounded much more cheerful. He hadn't actually been joking, but what his big brother didn't know couldn't hurt him.

"How do you tell someone you love them?" Lovino mumbled under his breath, half hoping that Feliciano wouldn't hear him, unfortunately his brother had heard him and immediately started laughing to the point where he could no longer control his limbs or his ability to breath.

"I don't know, Lovino, you tell me" He chuckled, wiping the tears away.

Lovino scowled "Don't give me that shit, you must've said it to someone, you're twenty years old!"

Feliciano stopped laughing abruptly "You're twenty three. And I was trying to tell someone when you came in!"

The door creaked open and Feliciano suffered the second interruption of the day, and again it was one of his brothers. He groaned and knocked his head on the desk "All I wanted was a quiet morning with Ludwig"

Marcello ignored his brother's plight and swaggered over to sit on a chest in the corner. "You're both useless, why didn't you both come to someone who's had success with the ladies?"

both of his older brothers glared at him "Because this isn't about ladies!" they yelled in unison.

"Oh, I thought so," Marcello chuckled, crossing one leg over the other "Whatever, I still have more experience than the two of you put together"

The two older Vargas brothers frowned, this was going to be a long day.

Francis and Gilbert had been lounging on the deck next to the ship's wheel when Antonio found them. He'd joined them and to cut a long story short they'd ended up having an un-planned siesta. Antonio woke up to an elbow in his side and a foot in his shin. He opened his eyes to see his friends looking tired and irritated. "How can you just fall asleep anywhere you choose?" Francis groaned, clearly the sleep hadn't done him any good. Gilbert looked just as bad.

"I like siestas, what's wrong with sleeping where I'm comfortable?"

Gilbert stretched his back and there was a loud clicking sound "The deck isn't comfortable" he protested.

"You're the ones who fell asleep on it" Antonio grinned.

Francis pulled a face "I hate it when you have a point"

"I always have the best points about sleep" He retorted with a smile.

Gilbert pulled a face "You're both mad and my back hurts" he grumbled.

Ah siblings, otherwise known as a complete and utter waste of time. The discussion had completely dissolved into histerics as Marcello spewed the shittest lines possible for Feliciano to use on his muscle bound and in Lovino's humble opinion, creepy, first mate, to which the middle Vargas was responding a little too enthusiastically.

"What about 'do you come here often?'" Marcello asked, doing his best impression of a scholarly person.

"That would definitely work, HEY LUDDYYYYYY" Feliciano grinned

Lovino sighed heavily "Feli, you both live on the same ship"

Feliciano looked aghast "You're right! I can't use that!"

The door opened "What?" Ludwig asked as he poked his head through the door.

"It's nothing, uh, yes nothing!" Feliciano gabbled a little too quickly to come across as his normal absent minded behavior. Ludwig rolled his eyes and dissapeared from view. Feliciano let out a low whistle

"Too close" he muttered.

Marcello cracked up laughing, tears rolled down his cheeks "Ha, you've got it bad!" he snorted.

Feliciano frowned "Do not"

"Do to"

"Do not"

"Do to"

"Do not"

"Do to"

"Do not"

"Do to"

"Shut the fuck up!" Lovino snapped.

An evil look appeared on Feliciano's previously distressed face "Hey, let's change the subject...Who's the lucky man, Fratello?"

Blood flooded Lovino's face "Not a chance" He growled. Thus far he had been successful in not telling his nosy as all fuck family about Antonio, and to be honest he was pleased his brothers didn't know the identity of the man he just so happened to kind of sort of love.

Marcello snickered "I know who it is"

"No you fucking don't!" Lovino hissed defensively. Marcello smirked and Feliciano looked outraged.

"You told Marcello but not me?" He wailed.

"He didn't tell me," Marcello replied "He didn't need to."

Lovino knew his youngest brother was just trying to goad him into answering, well fuck that, he wasn't going to reply, nope, no, he wasn't even a teeny tiny bit curiou-fuckit

"Bull shit, who is it then?" Lovino snapped

"The guy with brown curly hair, green eyes, might be touched in the head"

"That, that could be anyone" Lovino protested.

"Oh please," Marcello muttered "Right then, I think he's Spanish, he calls you Lovi, you go red when he looks at you, he hangs around with Gilbert and Francis and you can't take your eyes off of him"

Lovino and Feliciano stared at the youngest Vargas with their mouths open in awe/confusion.

"How the hell do you know all that?" Lovino asked, not even bothering to correct any of that blushing shit that Marcello came out with, because he didn't-okay he kind of did, but his baby brother shouldn't know that.

"What can I say, I have a gift," Marcello announced "There isn't a thing my eyes don't see"

Ah, just what a family of criminals needed, a boy who knew all their secrets.

"So what's his name?" Feliciano asked, leaning closer to his brother. Lovino pulled a face, the moment of truth, he could tell them, if he could trust them. Would they even tell? He knew that when it came to crimes they would cover for one another, but crushes were another matter entirely. The Vargas family lived for gossip.

The greatest and best trio of humans on the planet (or at least that's how they saw themselves) swaggered along the deck. It had been a while since they last had this much free time without being tied to the deck of a ship. The only problem was that they were surrounded on all sides by water, and really, what was there to do on a pirate ship. And they'd been asleep for so long and so awkwardly that their limbs needed a good stretch. The solution to the problem was suggested by Francis, just walking up and down the deck. Boring. Far too boring for men of their level of sheer awesomness. But walking was the only thing they really had at that moment.

"You're still writing to him?" Francis asked Gilbert

"Pft, only because it's a crime not to share something as awesome as me!" Gilbert snorted

"He still angry with you?"

"A bit, not enough to stop writing back...but enough for him not to send a lot"

It was a nice talk, easy, with nothing much of interest, but it was good just to walk with his friends again.

"Antonio Fernandez Carriedo" Now that was odd, Lovino was pretty sure he hadn't said that out loud, ohhhh fuck. He looked over to Marcello, no, not Marcello this time...it couldn't be? Feliciano looked incredibly pleased with himself.

"Did I guess right?" He asked. Lovino put his face in his hands and groaned.

"How the hell did you come up with that guess?" Lovino growled

"Gilbert mentioned that he liked you, I just kind of thought that it'd be nice if it turned out that you both felt the same way," Feliciano beamed "I guessed, didn't I"

"I'm leaving"

"You did" Marcello grinned. And with that, Lovino fled.

Rain was beginning to pour from the sky, at first the trio thought they could carry on through the rain, but then the hail started and they decided 'Fuck it' because they weren't on duty, so they didn't have to stand around in that kind of weather. They had opted to take shelter on the gun deck, it was relatively sheltered and they could still see what was going on. The Hail seemed to be coming down more heavily now. They could see some pretty big pieces of ice pinging off of the stairs. Antonio grimaced, he hoped for Lovi's sake that he was going to be staying in his brother's ship for a while, he hated to think of Lovino out in that dangerous weather. Even if it was prime cuddle weather, because a hail stone could hit Lovi in the head and then he'd die and it'd be all Antonio's fault for magically making Lovino come out in terrible weather with sheer will power! Something hit his shoulder pretty hard.

"What was that for?" Antonio asked

"You were thinking something stupid" Gilbert replied, rubbing his fist.

True to fucking form it was raining when Lovino left Feliciano's cabin, and then the hail started, frantically he pulled his coat over his head and ran over the plank and onto his own ship. Fuck, the stones were getting bigger. Ugh. He'd also resolved to just tell Antonio. Because fuck everything, at least this way he could get the awkwardness and Antonio's refusal out of the way, however he wasn't going to tell him yet, that would just be embarrassing. No. Lovino Vargas needed a plan, a plan so that there would be as little embarrassment as possible, hey, if all went well then maybe Antonio would say yes? Fuck off, no, of course he wouldn't, who would. But shit was this hail getting heavy. He sprinted down the stairs and skidded on some stray hailstones. His heart lurched into his throat as he stumbled and dropped his coat on the floor. Foot steps thundered towards him and he felt a warm stable arm steadying him. He knew who it was already, he didn't even need to look at him. He was going to leave, just leave. Nothing to it, just get Antonio to let go and then walk off, no need to even consider running. Perfect. Only had Antonio always looked like that? Had he always looked so damned nice? Lovino sighed and took a deep breath in.