Pursing my lips in frustration, I gazed into the mirror, my olive eyes meeting their reflection.
"The ever loving fuck...?" My voice was a mumble. I couldn't quite wrap my head around what had happened this afternoon.
"Lovi! Dinner's ready~" Feliciano called from downstairs, voce cheery as normal. The scents of pasta and soup caught my nostrils, and my mouth started to water.
"Is that potato sucker still here?!" I yelled, eyes narrowing a bit. God, I couldn't tell you how much I hated him. Even if I said it a million times!
Footsteps came up the stairs. My grandfather poked his head into the bathroom.
"No. Ludwig isn't here. But we have guests over, Lovino." A smirk was on his lips. "Your brother is making dinner, and I want you to be on your best behavior."
I scoffed. "Best? This is my goddamn best behavior!"
"What did I just say?" My grandfather seemed a bit cross. I heaved a sigh.
"Yes, sir..." I received a pat on the back, and he smiled contently as he left.
"Fuck you. I'll do as I damn we'll please!" I huffed once he was gone. I hated it when we had people over. It was such a pain in the ass to entertain everyone.
I just hate people. I hate their happiness, their laughter, their easy going nature, and especially their stupid fucking smiles.
God how I couldn't stand those damn smiles. It makes me want to punch them in the face. Lets see someone smile about that!
"Lovino! Come down here!"
I heaved another exasperated sigh, and trudged down the stairs.
"Fucking fuck, shit, ass, bitch, damn..." I rambled off curse words under my breath as I came down.
Oh no. Oh HELL no.
"YOU." I pointed straight at Antonio. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"
My idiotic brother came over, clamping a hand on my mouth. I bit him, and he yelped, pulling back, tearing up. Jeeze, what a baby.
"Loviiii!~" Antonio seemed to ignore my harsh words and he came over, hugging me tightly, lifting me at least a foot off the ground.
"Put me down! Put me down right now, you bastard!" My voice was almost a shriek.
The stupid spaniard ignored my words, like a douchebag, and he just nuzzled my face, which felt as if it were on fire.
"Get off me you sick, tomato absorbing freak!" I shoved his chest, causing him to drop me. I landed right on my ass.
"I...I'm sorry Lovino.." Antonio's voice was small and apologetic.
"You should be." I hissed.
"Lovino Vargas! You apologize to Antonio right this minute!" My grandfather commanded, walking over to me, hoisting me up onto my feet, which caused me to stumble.
I HATED it when he man handled me! He knew that too! I had done no wrong here! Why did I have to apologize?
I remained stubborn and silent. That caused me to be picked up, and set down on a chair roughly.
"You are going to be polite, do you hear me? You will not open your big mouth unless you have something positive to say." His voice was barely a whisper, but there was so much venom dripping off his words.
"Yes, sir..."
"Now, I want you to apologize to Antonio this instant."
Gritting my teeth, I turned to look at the Spanish bastard, and growled out my apology.
Then, he had the fucking nerve to smiled as if nothing had happened.
"That's okay Lovi! I forgave you already!"
I wanted to throw a chair at his face. Maybe that'd wipe that air headed smile off it.
Feliciano served everyone dinner, and he told them all his 'wonderful' stories about today.
"Ve~ And then we went out to get some ice cream, and we saw a cat! It was the cutest, most cuddly cat I've ever seen!" He giggled a bit. "Then he asked me if I wanted to start seeing him, but I didn't know what that mea-"
"He asked you WHAT?!" My hands found themselves slamming upon the table, and I stood. "I will not let you see that stupid jerk off! It's forbidden!" My voice was a growl. There was no way in hell that MY little brother was going to be dating some German pig! I won't have it!
"Lovino, sit back down, and stop your yelling. This is a dinner table."
"I don't care what the fuck this is!" I yelled, and kicked my chair away, running outside. I wasn't having it! I'm done, so done!
I don't even know how long I was sitting out on the porch. I didn't care.
I didn't care that it was cold enough to freeze a Husky's balls off. I wasn't going back into that damn house.
"Lovino?" The Spanish accent came from behind me. Great.
"What do you want?" I snapped, not even looking at him as he walked a little closer. I felt strong hands rest upon my shoulders, and I flinched.
"What the fuck do you think you're doin-" Those hands started rubbing my shoulders, and it felt really nice. I closed my eyes, letting Antonio massage. It was surprisingly calming to my overworked brain.
After a long silence, I felt hot breath on my ear. (In which it didn't make me shudder or blush at all! Just so you all know!) "Feel better?" The voice was soft against my skin.
Slowly, I nodded, and I could feel him smiling. It wasn't smug, but it still brought a bit of my temper back. But that was taken away suddenly as I felt soft lips pressing against the exposed skin of my neck. They trailed up to behind my ear, and I felt teeth soft nibble at my lobe.
"Nn..." A very soft groan left my lips, and I slowly tilted my head back, eyes closed.
Wait, what the hell was happening?! I shoved his face away, jumping out of my chair.
"W-what the ever loving fuck are you doing, you shithead?!" I gasped, coming to my senses, the slight haze in my mind clearing.
Antonio looked at me curiously, as if he thought I was the one being absurd! Ha! What a moron!
"What do you mean? I was trying to help you loosen up a bit. You seemed so angry." He replied, tone a bit hurt. What a fucking actor.
"You were sexually assaulting me!" I threw my hands in the air. "I could get you arrested for that shit!"
"I was doing no such thing, Lovi."
"I thought I told you to stop calling me that!"
Those green eyes gazed at the ground. "I'm sorry. I forgot."
"We'll it seems you are forgetting quite a damn lot!" I shoved him out of my way, and stormed inside. I ran up to my room, slammed the door closed and locked it.
I never wanted to see Antonio again.