((A/N: This is a short chapter, but the next one will be longer. Much longer. Mostly because of… things happening~ *devious smile*))
A few days later, Lovino was still grumpy. And Feliciano saw that.
"Fratello? Are you alright?" he asked while they were milking one of the two cows. Meanwhile Antonio was watching how Ambrosia was milking the other cow, how she moved her hair out of her face every few minutes, how she was petting the cow from time to time.. He was just being an oblivious idiot again.
Lovino really couldn't give a shit about how he looked like at that moment. He had gotten so fed up with Ambrosia, but in the end he couldn't just go between them and say; "I like Antonio, so stay away!"
In the end... Antonio liked Ambrosia and not him...he would be called freak, gay and all that shit.. Lovino couldn't take that much of in his life anymore. Friendship with Antonio wasn't the thing Lovino wanted. He wanted more. He wanted to kiss him, hug him, maybe even more..
"...I'm fine, stop asking." Lovino snarled almost painfully as he continued milking the cow. But the question made him annoyed, as he had said that many times to his brother already.
Lovino stood up fast, taking the bucket with him as he was ready to drop the milk onto Amber's hair, but he got kicked hard by the cow right in his back, which caused him to fly a couple meters right into the wall. He only let a small winch as he hit his head hard and lost consciousness from that. The last thing he thought before passing out was that he hoped Feliciano didn't get hurt from this at least.
Well, he heard that and everyone gasping in surprise before everything went black. When he awoke, he was laying on a couch in the living room. Ambrosia was holding an icepack against his head and smiled seeing he was awake. "Ah, good. You're awake. I dunno what you did to piss off Sarafina that much to kick you like that, but it wasn't nice. Are you feeling alright? Not dizzy or feeling nauseous?"
It took a while for Lovino to see someone sitting next to him, until he noticed that it was Ambrosia.
Great….
"...I'm fine." He moved her hand away from his head and sat up while holding his head. "...I guess I just got too fast behind it..." he cursed and then leant against the backside of the couch.
"..."
He took the icepack from Ambrosia and pressed it against his head. "You can go now..." He mumbled, slightly irritated.
Ambrosia frowned, crossing her arms. "Do you have something against me or something? Every time I try to be nice to you, every time I just try to have a normal conversation, you sneer and scowl. Have I done something wrong?"
Lovino swallowed and looked away. "...I just... don't want to be with women at the moment, so can you please not speak to me? I only speak about this to my brother, so please don't talk to me about this." He looked a bit hurt but then stood up with a small wobble. "...It's not your fault dammit..." he murmured quietly.
"Careful there.." Ambrosia tried support him, but she was shoved away the second she touched him. "Lovino.. I'm just trying to help you. Ugh. Nevermind. I'll tell Toni you're awake." She walked out of the room. Laura came skipping into the room, smiling seeing Lovino. The little girl had taking a liking to him, calling him 'Tomaat', which meant 'Tomato' according to Antonio, as a nickname. She hugged his leg, then held up her arms as if asking to be picked up.
Lovino picked this little girl up from the floor and smiled at her. "You are so cute.. Why are you being that close to me, am I not scary to you..?" he asked quietly, even though she might not understand. He hugged her a little bit and then poked her nose.
The girl giggled, chattering in Dutch at Lovino. It seemed like she was telling quite the story. Suddenly a loud beep when off. Laura wriggled from Lovino's grasp, picked up a phone and looked through the window. "Wachtwoord?" she asked cutely.
"Vaderlands getrouw! Laura, open the damn gate! Quickly!" Laura's eyes grew big as a female voice screeched from the telephone, and she slammed her little fist on a button. Outside the gate opened, and a woman ran in, who quickly closed the gate behind her. The fence sizzled as a few walkers slammed into it, electrocuting them on the spot. The woman fell onto her back, wheezing. Ambrosia and Antonio ran outside to her.
"Eline! Oh god, you're bleeding!" Ambrosia called out, pulling the brunette woman onto her lap. Eline chuckled softly, twitching in pain. "Hehe.. Good... *cough* Good to see you.. *cough* too, babe.."
"Don't you 'babe' me, stupid! You're hurt!"
Lovino had heard someone yelling at the phone so he followed Antonio and Ambrosia outside to see what was going on. The fresh smell of grilled zombies floated in the air as Lovino got closer to them, and the Italian was feeling quite amazed about how good that fence was. He walked closer to see these two on the ground. "...Is she bitten..?" Lovino asked and pointed at Eline while looking a bit nervous. "...I.. uh.. I didn't mean.. You know but...just that.."
Eline snorted softly. "You think I.. that I would go here if I.. If I was bitten? N-Nah.. S-Some idiot shot me.. Made me k-known to t-those bastards and.. *cough* Y-You know.. I ran.." Ambrosia huffed slightly. "Idiot." She pressed a quick kiss to Eline's lips. When she pulled away, she frowned. "You need medical attention. Lovino, Antonio, help me carry her. Gil can fix her up." Antonio blinked, helping her and Lovino carry Eline to the house. When they got inside, Tim and Laura were standing in the hallway, looking scared.
"Mommy.." Tim whispered softly. Laura was holding on to her older brother's shirt, tears in her eyes.
Once Lovino saw Ambrosia kissing Eline's lips, he looked a little bit shocked, but then just grabbed her lightly into his arms while waiting for Antonio. They took Eline into Gilbert's room to let him take care of her.
During that time Lovino went to the kids and tried to distract them from what was happening at that moment by doing a sock puppet show. The kids quickly began giggling at the puppet show, forgetting the people in the other room. Antonio played along, though he looked at the door leading to Gilbert's room from time to time. Feliciano was sitting next to Lovino, laughing along with the children and helping with the puppet show.
After some hours Gilbert finally exited his room and motioned with his hands that everything would be okay for now. Lovino turned to Gil and only nodded as he took the sock off of his hand. "I'm getting tired.." he murmured and stood up slowly. "I'm just going to my room.." he announced as he walked towards his room. Once getting there, Lovino pulled off of his shirt and jeans to get ready for bed.
Gilbert rubbed the back of his head and just turned to look at Ambrosia. 'You okay? She'll live.' he asked and hugged then her quickly.
Ambrosia nodded, wiping her eyes to get rid of the tears that had slipped from her eyes. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine Gil.. Just.. Ugh.. She can be such an idiot sometimes. I often wonder why I love her if she's so.. impulsive.."
Gilbert smirked and made a few hand movements, making Ambrosia gasp and slap his shoulder. "Oi! That might true, but that's just... Stop being so perverted. The kids know sign language. I don't want them to learn those kinds of words."
Antonio meanwhile had reached the highest rank of confusion. Love? What was she-? Oh. He wanted to smack himself in the head. Of course. He was too oblivious. Again. That's why Amber never picked up on his flirts.
She was a lesbian.
'Stupid, stupid stupid idiot.' he scolded himself. Gil just snickered as he turned to Antonio and grinned at him. He took out a pen and paper, writing on it. 'Sorry, didn't bother to tell you, I knew you'd eventually know.' he smiled a little bit and patted Antonio's back.
Antonio stared at the words and sighed, smiling awkwardly at the same time. "Ugh, I feel really stupid now.." He chuckled. Ambrosia looked at him and chuckled. "Aww, honey.. I'm sorry. I know I'm hot, but I don't swing that way as you know. Besides, I think I know someone else who would like to have you~"
"Who?" And there's oblivious idiot Antonio again. Ambrosia smirked. "Not telling~ You'll find out yourself. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to check up on my girlfriend." She walked to Gilbert's room.
Feliciano had started to chuckle, knowing which person Ambrosia had meant with 'wanting to have him'. But of course that oblivious handsome idiot didn't know that. Antonio shrugged it off, walking to his room to retire for the night. But he stopped when he heard singing coming from Lovino's room. He listened closely.
Lovino, who still didn't know about Ambrosia's and Eline's relationship, still felt a bit jealous. He had wrapped his blanket around himself and opened the window. As the breeze went into the room, Lovino started to sing 'Colours of the wind', from the Pocahontas movie. And lemme tell ya, Lovino can sing. Not in public, but he did have a nice high voice. He sang quietly though.
Antonio listened to Lovino's voice with a small smile. Wow… That guy could sing.. Lovino had a beautiful voice, he had to admit that. The Spaniard briefly wondered why he never sung while doing chores. But then again, Lovino didn't wanna show his art to anyone, so why would singing be any different?
Once "Colors of the wind" had ended, Lovino had started to sing "I won't say I'm in love". The emotions he put into the song made Antonio feel a bit sorry for him. Then suddenly the Italian stopped in the middle of the song, cursing.
"Fuck."
Antonio heard that single word faintly, and he frowned, wondering why he stopped. It was such a pretty song, but the Italian sounded… bitter, for some reason. But.. Why? Was he in love? With who?
Wait… Why did the idea of Lovino being in love with someone else give him such a clenching feeling in his gut? Was that… Jealousy? No.. No, it couldn't be, right?
Antonio went to his room, laid down on his bed and sighed. His feelings were getting mixed up again. Come on, he just got rejected by a girl and now he was thinking about Lovino again? What on earth was wrong with him? He liked women.
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Right?
"Ugh..."
He put his head under the pillow. This was just so confusing… He decided to go to sleep. Maybe this... feeling would disappear in the morning. Hopefully.
