As the two walked back, they tried to be sneaky. Suddenly Ambrosia's voice rang out. "Hey, there you are! I've been looking all over-" She cut herself off seeing the two men holding hands. The blonde stared them for a while, then she began laughing. The laughter attracted Eline and Feliciano. "Am, what are you laughing about?"
"I win!" Eline gave a frown. "No, you said they would confess before tomorrow. I said they would confess before tonight."
"Veh, I think I win guys!" Feliciano giggled seeing Lovino's shirt on backwards. Ambrosia and Eline both laughed. "Yeah, you're right Feli. You win." Ambrosia said, making Feli fistpump and cheer.
"Hold on! Feli wins? What's this all about?!" Antonio asked, confused. Suddenly he got it. "Were you guys betting about our confession?!" The trio nodded. "Yup." Eline said simply.
"What was Feli's bet anyway?"
"That you would have sex within a week." Feliciano mused innocently.
Lovino stared at his brother wide-eyed. "F-Feliciano!" He gasped, his cheeks turning a bright red. When did his brother become such a pervert?! Lovino looked down at his feet, flustered.
"...W-Whatever...Yes, we did do it, and just for you to know, you're not getting any.." He poked Feliciano's chest as he pulled Antonio with him towards the bathroom, limping a little bit. He felt angry knowing people had bet on this thing.
Antonio was also blushing like mad. "They were betting?!" He whisper-yelled as they walked to the bathroom. "Were we that obvious..?" Lovino let out a small hiss. "..I hate it when people do someting like this.. we're not items dammit." He was red as hell while taking off his clothes.
Antonio was frowning as well. "That was actually really rude of them. Not to offend, but I expected better of your brother too." He took off his shirt. Lovino gave Antonio just a small shrug, then gave a sigh. "...Well.. He's really happy that I'm in a better relationship now..." He stepped into the shower and let the water hit his body. "...So I don't really know.."
Antonio frowned and shrugged, stepping into the shower with Lovino. "I know... But to bet about it?" Lovino just shrugged and wrapped his arms around his new lover nervously. "...I bet they didn't even use anything to bet but words.. So ugh.. I don't really care about them. I'm j-just fucking happy you love me too.." He placed his face against the other's chest.
"I am too Lovi. I am too." Antonio said, hugging Lovino tightly to his chest while the water washed over them. They stood there for a while, enjoying the flow of the water. Suddenly the water went cold. "C-CHIGI!" Lovino yelped, quickly turning off the shower.
Oh.. right. Ambrosia had told them this could happen. The farm recycled the used water, boiling and cleaning it before it was used again. But there was only a certain amount of warm water at a time, which had now ran out. The water had to warm up again.
Antonio chuckled slightly at Lovino's reaction. "...I guess that's Dios' way of saying "Enough you two.", isn't it?" He said with a chuckle. Lovino rolled his eyes. "...don't laugh you bastard. I'm cold now."
"Then put on some clothes~"
"...Like I don't know that." Lovino pouted, blushing. He wrapped his towel around himself and went to grab his clothes. They were not in the bathroom. Lovino rolled his eyes. Feliciano must've grabbed it, thinking it was laundry or something. Or maybe he had put it in his room.
The Italian went to his room to change, but even there.. there were no clothes. "...Feli! Did you take my clothes..?" He huffed as he walked into the living room, towel still around his waist. "I couldn't find any-" Suddenly he saw kids playing, wearing his clothes outside in the mud.
"..."
He stared out of the window for a good while. "Thats all my damn clothes..." He muttered, his eye twitching. Eline looked outside as well, frowning. "Uhm.. That's not good."
Lovino huffed a little bit, "What do I wear now...?" He crossed his arms with a pout while looking around. "You're all too small for me dammit! Uh... Except Toni and Gilbert of course.." Eline thought for a moment. "Maybe you can borrow some of Gilbert's clothes. Or.. No.. I don't think Am would like that. Not yet at least." Lovino rolled his eyes. Yeah, there was no way he was going to wear potato bastard number 1's old clothes, even if the guy was already dead.
Wow. He sounded really insensitive there.. Oh well.
"...Yeah, I won't ask from him..." Lovino murmured and he just went to Antonio's room. Antonio was just done dressing himself. Lovino stared at his lover for a while, just admiring the view.
What do you mean he was looking at Antonio's butt?! He wasn't, okay? He sooooo wasn't admiring how those jeans hugged his behind so perfectly. Damnit. Lovino shook his head to snap out of his state.
"Hey, the kids messed up with my clothes..so uh..do you have anything for me to wear...?"
Antonio looked up. "Uhm.. Yeah, I think so." He looked through the small pile of clothing. "Here, you can wear this one." It was the same shirt Antonio had been wearing the day he saved him. A green shirt with long sleeves with a tomato printed on it. It would look baggy on Lovino, but it was better then nothing. He also gave him some boxers and some pants.
Lovino put on the clothes, "Dammit so big.." He tried pulling the pants up and tied those with some rope. He turned to look at Antonio. "Does it look bad..?" Antonio just looked at him and smiled, trying to refrain from squealing. "You look adorable Lovi!"
Lovino crossed his arms slowly, raising his brow. "Good then...at least nothing too "cute". He rolled his eyes and then hugged Antonio, leaning against him. Lovino fidgeted a bit and grumbled softly. "...My ass hurts..." Antonio wrapped his arms around Lovino and chuckled. "Lo siento mi amor." Lovino just muffled against others chest as he stayed like that. It felt nice for once just to relax.
The two men stayed like that for a while, just hugging eachother and enjoying eachother's company. That evening at dinner was slightly awkward at first, since Feliciano giggled once he saw the new lovers, but soon it was like the fact that Antonio and Lovino were together had always been like that. The whole family just ate together, happily making jokes.
Lovino did notice Feliciano was looking at Gilbert from time to time, but he didn't think much of it. He felt content. He had finally found a place where he was accepted, where he was loved. If only this could go on like this forever…
For a few weeks, it felt like this life would go on forever. They celebrated Christmas and New Year's Eve together, of course without the fancy presents and special food, but Lovino loved it anyways. He greatly appriciated the gift Antonio had made him, a wooden cross necklace. Lovino had tried to make one too, but it was crooked and weird. But Antonio said he loved it either way, because hand-made things that he got from his now boyfriend were always special.
Lovino had blushed at that of course, but he had just waved it off.
The Italian really liked the atmosphere here on the farm. It was very… How did Ambrosia call it.. There was a Dutch word for it that couldn't be translated into English, at least not in one word. 'Gezellig.' She had explained to him it roughly translated into having a fun and cozy time together.
Gezellig.
Yeah. It was very 'Gezellig' with the whole little family there. They might not have much, but they had everything at the same time. Wow. Lovino chuckled slightly to himself. He was becoming a philosopher at this point. He was currently working outside, chopping wood.
The day was very peaceful. It was cold, but Lovino had borrowed a coat from Ludwig's closet, with permission of Ambrosia of course. The coat was big and slightly heavy, but at least it kept him warm. And of course he had to set his pride aside for wearing a piece of clothing from the potato bastard, but… Okay, the coat was nice, alright?!
Lovino was just about to go inside when he heard a scream from behind the big electrical fence. He reached for his gun, that he had on his belt. "...hmm.." He walked over to Ambrosia, who was milking one of the cows. She had also looked up at the sound of the scream. Lovino met her eyes. "...You think someone's in trouble?"
Ambrosia just nodded, standing up and gripping the knife in her pocket. "...Sounds like it." Lovino looked over to the fence. "I'll just go look if he/she's bitten and then come back. We could help people.." Ambrosia nodded. "I'll come too. Come on."
Once they got to the fence, they saw who had been screaming. "Someone! Please! You gotta help me!" A woman screamed. She looked like she had ran for miles. "Please.. Help me! My brother.. He.. He's injured!"
Lovino narrowed his eyes. "How badly, has he been bitten?" He frowned a bit. He had a bad feeling about this... "Where is he?" He kept his gun close to him, just in case. "He.. He's not bitten! I-I swear! He was stabbed, a-and the wound's infected! He-He'll die! P-Please! I beg of you! You need to help me!" The woman kept glancing over her shoulder from time to time.
Ambrosia narrowed her eyes, clenching her knife. "Bring us to him." The woman nodded. "T-Thank you!" She lead them to a run down mill, and was ready to open the door. Suddenly Ambrosia felt a chill go down her spine. "Something's wrong.. Lovino? I think we're being watche-"
BANG!
Ambrosia's eyes grew wide as the woman collapsed. She was dead. "Holy crap.."
BANG!
Ambrosia ducked, pulling Lovino to the ground. "It's a freaking ambush!"
As Lovino was ready to follow this woman inside the mill, he saw the bullet just rushing past his head, and then the woman collapsed to the ground, dead. "...W-what the..?" He was suddenly pulled down onto the ground by Ambrosia just before one bullet even touched him. "...A-ambush...why in the he-"
Suddenly a group of men rushed out of the bushes and the mill, smirking widely. "Guys we hit the jackpot, look at these two bitches we found!" One of them laughed as he pinned Ambrosia to the ground. "Let me go!" Ambrosia screamed, trashing around. The action earned her a smack in the face. "Shut the f*ck up you bitch." The man pressed a gun against her face. "Don't wanna ruin that pretty face of yours~" Ambrosia paled.
The man was, in Lovino's opinion, very ugly. He had small sneaky eyes that were a filthy dark-blue colour, a thick and greasy brown beard, big ears that poked through his frizzy curls and his face was covered in scars.
"...you better not move or my buddy shall kill your boyfriend here~" The man smirked, showing his filthy teeth. He looked at his friend. "Steven, you take the boy" He huffed. "On it Brock~" Steven smirked. He was an almost scary skinny man with ash-blonde hair. He reminded Lovino of a rat.
Steven grabbed Lovino, twisting the Italian's wrist to make him drop the gun. When Lovino wouldn't do it, the man twisted further.
Snap!
Steven had broken Lovino's wrist, making him drop the gun. Lovino would've let out a harsh yell, but someone else grabbed him from behind and gagged and handcuffed him. "We're going to the base, and see what the bosses like." Brock growled and used a pair of handcuffs to keep Ambrosia's hands from slapping the shit out of him.
He pulled the woman into their car. "I'll drive." he murmured and pointed at Steven to sit beside Lovino and Ambrosia. "If they get too wild, knock them out."
Ambrosia growled angrily, trying to get loose as she was shoved into the car's back seat. "You little-UGH!" Steven had slapped her in the face. "I suggest you shut your mouth before I make you." The woman just glared at him, then spit in his face. Steven blinked, wiping the spit away. "Feisty huh? You won't be keeping that attitude for long."
"Keep her shut, I can't even hear my breathing.." Brock rolled his eyes as he began driving the road. Lovino struggled to get loose, tears rising in his eyes as his wrist hurt with each move. He called through the gag, trying to signal anyone, ANYONE, that they needed help. He called for Antonio, Feliciano, Eline.. Hell, he even called for Gilbert. But of course.. No one came.
Steven laughed at Lovino's pathetic whimpering. "Awwwwww~ Are you scared?~ How sweet~" Lovino glared at him. Oooooh, if looks could kill.. That bastard would be dead. Steven just giggled and brought his face close to Lovino. "I would stop that if I were you~ Nobody will come for yo-OW!"
Lovino had headbutted him the first chance he had. Steven pulled back, holding his nose. Blood dripped through his fingers. "...You motherfucker, you broke my nose!" Steven growled. "That's it." He grabbed Lovino by his hair and slammed his head roughly against the window. Lovino groaned as black spots began to cover his vision. The last thing he heard before passing out was Ambrosia yelling his name in a paniced voice.
