A/N: I'm sorry for the wait! Also, there was a slight misunderstanding as to what I meant by accents. I didn't mean over the foreign words, the accents in Spanish and Italian are totally part of the language! What I meant was when the characters are speaking English, my ex beta insisted on putting '-a' on certain words to mimic the Italian accent, which is what I wasn't pleased with. I despise when people do that, because it's a distraction. I agree that words like 'sì' shouldn't turn to 'si', they wouldn't mean the same thing. I humbly apologize for the misconception. Also, on the note of the foreign languages, in the even that a mistake in the usage of them occurs (IE I use the wrong form of the word, or misspell something) please inform me immediately so I do not make the mistake again in the future and can correct it. I love you all.
Chapter Seven:
Time is a fickle thing, it flows so quickly when you're having fun. So easily, and so much will pass without your notice. However, time slows to a near halt in times like this. Antonio was sitting at the dinner table with his parents again. His father was lecturing him on how he should pay more attention in his English class and get better grades, even though he had improved greatly over the past month (due to Lovino's help).
"Sì, Papa," Antonio mumbles at regular intervals during his father's long winded rant that slowly moves from the topic of his grades to about why real football was better than American football, along with various other complaints about the quirks of America. But mostly the football issue. If he wasn't terrified of him, he might actually be laughing along with him, might be joining in on the conversation instead of just agreeing with each little word.
Finally, finally, dinner is over and he's allowed to go back to staying out of the way. He quickly moves into his bedroom, where he can think in peace. Or at least, where he should be able to think in peace. Unfortunately for said peace, there's a rapping at his window. He does the only logical thing that he could possibly do at such a time; throws open the window to give whoever the fuck it is a 'seriously man, seriously?' look.
Of course, the look melts as soon as he sees who it is. Lovino. Antonio quickly slides out of the window and hugs the young man in the well. "I missed you," he whispers, more than happy to be near his friend. The only one that understood. Well, okay, Francis sort of got it, since he was bisexual, but not quite.
"I missed you too," Lovino says, hugging back a little. The two stand there like that, looking up at the stars from their window well hiding spot. It's almost romantic, almost something worth a silly romantic movie. It would be, if it weren't for the imminent dangers around them, if it weren't for the fact that if Antonio's father were to poke his head in right now, they would both be over with. Or perhaps that made it more romantic? Ah, things to figure out later, perhaps if they manage to get together it will be worth reflecting on.
"I'm sorry Lovino, but my family is home and I must go," Antonio says, shattering the eternally long moment. Lovino nods and, just like that, he is gone into the night, lost forever from sight.
Antonio sighs, and picks up his sketchbook and a pen. He allows his thoughts to flow as his hand gracefully dances across the sheet laying open. A line here, some shading there. When, ten minutes later, he's finished the image he sees is shocking enough for him to throw the sketchbook across the room and immediately dive under his covers. 'I need sleep, and maybe some psychiatric help'.
A/N: I'm sorry it was short. The next one shall make up for it. :)