Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Hetalia. It belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. If I did own it, there would be ALOT more SpaMano moments, Canada would be recognized as Canada, and Belarus would be less creepy...
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I waited anxiously for Lovi to get home, pacing along the dark wooden floors of my home. What if I couldn't ask him to go out for lunch? What if I couldn't just say "te amo?" The thoughts were clouding my brain like those dark grey clouds on a stormy day in the UK. It shouldn't be that hard to just say, "Hey Lovi, let's go have dinner at that one place you like!" Really. It's only... Hold on a sec... Twelve words! Twelve words, Antonio, TWELVE WORDS!
"Get a hold of yourself!" I yelled out to myself, rubbing my throbbing head while I sunk into the couch. I'll try doing what Kiku taught me, something called, erm, meditation? Yeah, he said it would calm the mind or something like that. So I got into the awkward pose that Kiku showed me and closed my eyes tightly, breathing in and out, trying to clear my head and assure myself that I could do it. I can do it, I can do it...
But no matter how much I tried, the thoughts came flooding back into my skull whenever I thought I had done it. Though my head still hurt, I felt somewhat better and just decided to take a nap. Because whenever I can't get rid of thoughts I want to get rid of, I either; one) drink until I pass out or two) sleep it off. And since I'm not really in the drinking mood (le gasp?), I'll just nap. I should be asleep until Lovi gets home, right? Right...
Laying down on the couch, I shut the TV off and curled myself up into the tan cushions of the couch and let myself fall to sleep...
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The whole shopping experience was fucking annoying. Marcello wouldn't shut up about that Peter kid that was from England, and Feliciano was as bouncy and annoying as usual, and was talking about his potato bastard boyfriend, and every fucking vee~ that came out of his mouth, I was an inch closer to fucking punch the both of them and stomping back off to...
Antonio...
...Antonio was probably as annoying as the both of my brothers were. N-not as annoying as both Marcello and Feli, but he was pretty fucking annoying. If he just shut up for once and didn't have such a big, blinding smile, then he would be less annoying. But there were times that he was too fucking annoying that I beat the shit out of him sometimes leaving a black eye or a swollen lip. To tell the truth, I did feel bad after that, because a flash of complete sorrow crossed his features, but not for very long since a childish pout replaced it. There was one time when he looked like he was going to fucking rip someones balls off (boy or not) and stab their eyes out with them... (WTF)
"Fratello, do you love someone?" Marcello asked out of the blue, and Feliciano looked at me with wide eyes, wanting an answer. Fuck.
"Love love?" I asked with a glare sent in the cashier's direction. He was too fucking slow, chatting to Feli like there was no tomorrow. Marcello nodded.
"I... I don't love anyone like that," I replied bluntly, feeling my face heat up with the stares from the cashier, Marcello, and Feliciano. I kept my gaze down at the ground, because my family knows when someone is lying by looking at their face. It's rather hard for me to find out when Antonio is lying, however, since his eyes are so fucking green.
"Lies!" Feliciano blurted, most likely seeing my eyes before I looked down to the ground. "Is it Antonio? Oh! Fratello~ You love Toni! That's so nice! Does he lov-"
"J-JUST SHUT UP, OKAY? I... We can talk over it later, okay?" I interrupted Feliciano while getting some surprised looks from the Spaniards crowded around the checkout line.
"Ah, okay fratello~," Marcello winked at me. Fuck you, Marcello. Fuck you, Feliciano. Fuck you, Spanish cashier. Fuck you potato bastard. Fuck you, Francis fuck-face.
After a whole lot of silence, we eventually got into our cars and agreed to follow each other to a restaurant for lunch. It wasn't too far away from the supermarket, and it was just a small Spanish retaurant on a street corner. Marcello was staring at me smugly from the moment I got out of my car, that creeper.
"Hola, I am Yosette, I will be your waitress for today~," A woman with long, curly brown hair asked us while passing out thos saucer things. She looked like a fucking female version of Antonio, and acted like him too. "Can I get you (lovely) boys anything to drink~?"
"Oh, the pepsi~," Feliciano chirped and Marcello said the same thing.
"And you, (cutie) sir~?" Yosette asked me with the same fucking blinding smile Antonio has spread across her cheeks.
"Uh, water," I replied monotonously while finding a new place to stare.
"Okie dokie~! I'll be right back with those! Look at these menus and figure out what you'd like to eat~!" She sang while passing out menus and speeding off to get our drinks.
"So, fratello... This Antonio guy," Marcello started. That's right, he hasn't really met Antonio yet. All Feli did was talk about the tomato bastard and it interested our fucking little brother. "What's he like?"
Pfft. "You've heard from Feliciano pretty much everything there is to know about the bastard," I scoffed while Marcello creepily smiled at me.
"...I want to hear it from you, Lovino," Marcello said, smirking when my eyes went wide. Fucking creepy bastard.
"Ah, well, Feli did have his appearance spot-on. Curly brown hair that frames his face (perfectly), big green eyes, this never disappearing smile unless his tomatoes die or I upset him, a head taller than me, Spanish, tan," I told his appearance with a light blush, leaving out the DAT ASS.
"Go on," Marcello said while happily taking his drink from Yosette, sipping at it along the way.
"He's happy-go-lucky, can make friends ALOT easier than the average person, only has a selected few of rivals/enemies, claims I look like a fucking tomato when I blush when he calls me cute, he can actually cook, he's an idiot, dense, loves tomatoes and turtles, hangs out with fucking Francis and Gilbert all the time, claims them as fucking friends, naming them the Bad Touch Trio, tries to take fucking baths with me, discusting pervert, he plays the guitar (which I fall asleep to)..." I trailed off there, leaving Marcello to think with the information he had just now received.
"And do you love him fratello?"
"Huh? N-no!" I shook my head and avoided all eye contact with my younger brothers.
"You should give him a chance, Lovi~! He sounds really nice," Marcello said happily and clapped his hands. "Say, could I meet him? I could drive home with you..."
"Yeah, whatever. I really don't care."
"Great!"
"Ahem. Hola," Yosette said a bit impatiently from a bit away, but when I looked over to her, her smile hadn't faltered.
"Oh! I'll have PASTA~!" Feli cheered.
"Ah, mi dispiace, I'll have pasta too~," Marcello said.
"Pasta as well," I said.
"Okay, um, three pastas?" Yosette asked and wrote our order down on that little note thingy. We nodded and she skipped off into the kitchen.
"So, fratello, after lunch you're driving me to his house, right?" Marcello asked hopefully.
"Yeah."
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A/N: Please, please, PLEASE let me know if I got the translations wrong! Let me know what the correct translation is also, because I don't like to butcher people's languages...
Fratello - Brother (Italian)
Hola - Hello (Spanish)
Mi Dispiace - Sorry (Italian)
THANKS FOR READING~! PLEASE REVIEW~~!
