Chapter 24

"Y-you're sick? That's terrible! I'll call grandpa and a doctor a-and mama and papa a-and an ambulance! Okay fratello? I don't want you to get any worse!" Feliciano squeaked as he crouched next to his brother's bed with worry written all over his face.

"Damn it Feli, don't call any of those people! I'll text nonno to tell the school I'm not coming in today. And why the hell would I need a fucking ambulance?! It's a damn headache." Lovino grumbled and pulled his sheets higher up to his nose to hide his blush. He felt bad about lying to his brother but he'd already made his mind up about not going to school and he wasn't backing out of it now.

The younger brother bit his lip and nodded slowly. "Okay… But I'll make sure the one of the maids brings you lunch~" He promised, scooping up his rainbow backpack that he'd already dragged into the room. "Thanks Feli… Make sure it's the actual maid and not that young chic who the old man just hired to fuck."

Feliciano giggled as he walked out, "Okay~ Go back to sleep and get lots of rest fratello! I have to go now. Arrivederci~" He called over his shoulder, skipping down the marble floored hallway to the front door and grabbed his car keys off their hook. It had been a while since he'd driven himself to school.

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"Get off of me you fucking git! I don't care what those two were doing you're not allowed to kiss me!" Arthur screeched at Alfred as he tried to push off the taller boy, struggling to escape the bear hug he was trapped in. "Please Artie?! Just a little peck?"

"You aren't allowed to fucking touch me in public! It's PDA and is against school rules!" "So that means I can touch you all I want outside of school?" Alfred teased, licking the shell of the Brit's ear. The already blushing boy reddened more, stuttering and giving him one last push to get away. "What t-the bloody hell?! Don't you ever fucking touch me again!"

Arthur looked mortified and offended at such a display, shaking his head and back pedaling away from the other quickly. "F-fuck off! Don't touch m-me fat ass!" He grumbled, still backing up and away from his assaulter.

"Wait Artie! There's a cur- " The American started, but couldn't finish as Arthur tripped backwards on the curb to the sidewalk in front of the school. He fell down on his butt with a cry, throwing his hands behind himself to catch his fall.

Alfred smirked teasingly at the fallen boy before a loud honking made him look up in fear. A bright blue sports car was speeding down the road in front of the school way too fast to stop. Before Arthur could move, Alfred ran into the road and scooped him up, managing to get to the other side of the street just as the car whizzed past.

The expensive car screeched to a stop several yards past where Arthur had just been sitting in the road. The football player let out a low growl and set his more-than-a-friend down to march over to the driver, ready to kill whoever was behind the wheel.

However before he could knock on the door a sobbing Feliciano jumped out of the car and ran over to cling to Alfred. "Oh I'm so sorry I almost killed your husband! I didn't mean to! Really! You're not going to hurt me are you? P-please don't! I didn't mean to!"

Alfred instantly felt bad about being upset at the Italian and hugged him back. "I'm sorry Feli! I didn't know it was you. I thought it was just some idiot who has to compensate for himself by having a nice car and driving too fast."

"C-compensate?" Feli asked, rubbing his eyes now that he'd calmed down. "Yeah, you know lik-" "Shut up Alfred!" Arthur demanded, marching over and flicking the taller boy in the head. "Ow! What was that for?" "For trying to explain something… mature to Feli. Last time somebody did Lovino landed them detention for a month."

Feli blinked again, staring up at the two with wide eyes like a lost child. "F-fretallo? What did he do?" "Nothing Feli. Would you mind parking your car? A little slower than you were driving before…" Arthur asked, trying to be gentle with the little Italian even though he was shouting profanities around in his head.

The youngest boy nodded and broke into his usual grin. "Sì~ Ok. Sorry for not being careful Arthur! I promise to be more careful!" He giggled and danced away back to his car. The sports car zoomed away as if the driver hadn't heard Arthurs warning about driving carefully.

Alfred snorted as he watched the car race away. "Well at least you would've gone out in style Artie." "Well the hell are you talking about now wanker?" He asked and grabbed the fluffy collar of Alfred's jacket to pull him back to the side of the street the school was on. "Well I'm just saying his car was sexy. It's one of Alfa Romeo's newest models. The 4… um… 4C is what it's called. Yeah they haven't even made them here in the US yet so that means his family had it shipped over."

The school president snorted and shook his head, releasing the other once they were on the side walk again. "Don't act surprised. You know everyone here is loaded. I bet half of the cars in that parking lot are imported from out of the country."

"Ew but foreign cars are so gross!" "Can you hear yourself? You just complemented Feliciano's car yet now you're saying you don't like foreign cars? Dumb ass." Arthur spat and hit him upside the head a little harder than what would be considered friendly.

"Wow Artie, your words hurt almost as much as your love taps." Alfred complained and rubbed the back of his head, "Besides, I'm just saying American cars are the best. I mean have you seen my baby?"

"You mean the one you have to share with your sister? I hope Gilbert sleeps with her in the backseat." Arthur snapped, leaving a completely mortified Alfred in his wake. "W-why? W-why would you say something so-so AWFUL AND DISGUSTING!?" Alfred cried and grabbed his hair as he shook his head back and forth wildly to try and clear his mind of the picture.

Arthur smirked at the reaction and made his way to the front door of the school just as the bell rang. "Hurry up dumbass! You're going to be late for class."

While the American hurried after the other blonde Feliciano just managed to run up to the building. Antonio noticed the Italian running up and immediately left his two friends to go over to him. "Hola Feli! Um, where's Lovino? Didn't he drive you like normal?" "No~ He's sick today so I drove myself!" "Really? Okay then… I'll see you later." The Spaniard said with a sigh, upset his cute little Italian wasn't there to pester.

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Ah! I'm SOOOO sorry you guys! My laptop broke and I couldn't update in forever! I'm so sorry, I'll try and post a few chapters quickly while I'm still on break because school is starting to get busy so I won't be able to update then. Ugh, why can't I just have nothing in life to distract me from writing? Anyways, sorry for the wait- this probably wasn't the most exciting chapter to come back with but the next two should be more fun. Thanks for reading! Love you all for still reading after my absence!