Lunch was fine. Better than shopping in the supermarket full of fucking cheerful Spanish bastards. Marcello left me alone about talking about Antonio, but would glance up from eating his pasta to smile at me from time to time. Creepy. Feliciano devoured his pasta like there was no tomorrow and ordered more than enough plates of it. The spaghetti wasn't as good as Feliciano or Antonio made it, but it was okay. At least Spaniards knew how to cook decent meals (A/N: No offense to Spanish readers! DX).
"So, fratello," Marcello started as we were walking out of the restaurant. "Could you drive me back to Feli's when I'm done at Tonio's house? I left my car there."
"Yeah whatever," I replied, not even looking at the intense gaze he gave to me. Bastard was being way too creepy today.
"Bye Lovi~! Bye Marcello~!" Feliciano called as we got into our cars. Well, the car I was driving wasn't actually mine, it was Antonio's... Only because I crashed mine.
"Bye fratello~!" Marcello called and jumped out of the vehicle for a second to hug Feli.
"Bye Feli," I called, and he blew a kiss to me, then sped off in his car. Potato bastard probably bought it for him.
Seeing that Marcello was waiting for me to start driving, I put the key in the ignition and drove back to Antonio's house. Bastard better not be plotting something or all hell will break loose.
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...Well that certainly was an odd dream.
I guess I can tell you about it. It was a... Erm, a wet dream. Yeah.
Oh, are you thinking it was about Lovi? Haha, sorry, but it wasn't about Lovi, no. It was about Abel. You know, Belle's brother? The guy from the Netherlands? Yeah, him. I don't really like him, though, yet I have a wet dream about him. It's weird. Overly weird. Too weird. Seriously. He hates my guts, and I don't like him all that well either. Yeah. It was actually a very creepy wet dream, since we were in Lovi's bedroom, and uhm... Yeah. I don't wanna get into too much detail. You'll be scarred for life.
Trust me.
I guess Lovi hadn't gotten home yet, since the TV wasn't blasting while I was kicked off onto the floor or anything soooo...
Okay, gotta clean myself up. Pfft, no, I'm not gonna tell you how I cleaned myself up. That's... Uh, a little creepy. I've heard of fangirls from Kiku, and from what I heard, they look nice, but if you simply wink at them they squeal this high pitched squeal. Kiku said that they're all over the internet, on the TV, in fan fiction, and even in your neighborhood. So I try not to, er, explain the process of cleaning myself up from a wet dream. I've had a few in the past, yeah, they were all awkward and-
Oh crap Lovi's home.
"Ahah, welcome home Lovi~!" I shouted from where I stopped in the middle of walking in the hall. I don't know why I stopped, I could have told you all that while I was... Yeah. You all know what I mean.
"Hey, bastard, come meet my little brother, he's pretty eager to see you," Lovi shouted back up. Ah, crud. Just, wipe it off, change my pants...
"Ah, uh, uno momento~!" I called, rushing through the hall and into my bedroom. I was well equipped, the first time I had a wet dream I knew that I should have some sort of emergency equipment. Some wipes, and a spare pair of pants that should hide anything that's still there. Okay, Lovi and his... Little brother? I've already met Feliciano. He never mentioned having another one.
"Hola~!" I panted from my run through the hall and into the kitchen. AWW~! Lovi's other little brother was so KYOOT~~!
Ah, well, not as cute as him, of course.
"There you are, bastard. This is my other brother, Marcello. Marcello, say hi to Antonio and all that shit or I'm gonna flip some tables," Lovi demanded, and started putting the groceries away. I noticed he put a hecka lot of silverware in the silverware drawer. Haha, flip tables.
"Ciao, Antonio! I'm Marcello! Feli's said alot about you, and I thought I should come and meet you~!" Marcello said to me and stuck his hand out. He was really a nice boy. Haha, flip tables.
"Hola~!" I replied back, gripping the hand that was waiting for me. It was so sooooft and squiiiishyyyy...
...And sweaty...
We stood there for a while in awkward silence as Lovi put the groceries away.
O-oh yeah... Uhm, now with his brother here it's going to be extra extra hard to say it. Gah! This wasn't me! I could say that Arthur needed to get the pole out of his ass out loud at a meeting, but I just can't say te amo to Lovi~?
"Do you have a tomato garden like fratello, Tonio?" Marcello asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. I nodded, and he clapped his hands. "Could you show me?"
I led him to the garden, which was just outside. He stood in amazement at all of the tomatoes. "D-did you grow all of these yourself?"
I smiled. "Haha, no, the right half is all Lovi's~!" Marcello put on an expression of realization, and his face flushed a pinkish color.
"A-are you okay?" I asked, since nobody reacts that way when they hear that only half of the garden is mine. This kid was kind of scaring me.
"Oh, yeah! I'm fine, just... One sec, stay here..." Marcello left me looking back to the sliding glass doors of my house as he quickly ran inside.
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I had just finished putting my fucking groceries away when Marcello, being the little prick he was, bounded in here with a creepy smile on his face and wide eyes.
"Oh, dio mio! Fratello, you never told me that you lived with him~!" Oh god. Why is he so surprised about that? I mean, Feli should have already told him that...
"Y-yeah, what about it?" I shot back, kicking the grocery bags behind me with a big pile of laundry. Bastard's too lazy to do his own laundry, dammit.
"Ohh~! Fratello~!" He squealed and grabbed my shoulders firmly. "That's so cute!"
"W-what? No, It's not cute dammit! How is it even cute? The only reason I'm living with him is because I'll end up living alone and Francis is gonna end up molesting me!" I screamed back, pushing his hands off of my shoulders and stepping backwards into the cabinet. Has the kid heard of personal space before? B-but, now that I think about it, he's acting kinda like Elizaveta when two guys are living together or something. It's always a bad thing when anyone acts like that. Fucking creepy bastards.
"Fraateelloo~! You're living with him for prooteectiioon~! That's soo cuutee~!" He squealed again, reaching out to hug me. I couldn't back up anymore, since I was already against the cabinet. I tried shoving him off of me, little motherfucker, but he wouldn't budge! Fucking hell!
"A-Antonio! Fuck, bastard, get the little motherfucker off of me!" I screamed, soon realizing that I asked for his help from another squeal that left Marcello's mouth. I felt my face heat up as I heard a door open, and almost choked when Marcello gripped me tighter. Bitch can fucking squeeze!
Soon enough, Antonio came in to pry my fucking brother off of me. My breath hitched when he neared- fuck, why all of a sudden is my breath hitching whenever Antonio gets close?- and my face was on fire when Marcello attempted to squeeze my fucking guts out. It was rather uncomfortable, being squeezed by an annoying-ass brother against a very hard cabinet. The handle was digging into my spine.
Antonio grabbed Marcello by the waist and gave him a pull, but the bastard was holding on tight so he pulled me with him. Antonio gave a few more pulls before Marcello finally chose to let go. I lost my balance, and guess what? Yep, I fell.
Onto Antonio.
Marcello decided to be a little bitch and leap out of the way after Antonio let go of him. And now, here I am, on top of Antonio in the kitchen blushing like a fucking school girl. Suddenly, Antonio's arms snaked around my waist and held me to his chest.
W-what the fuck?
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Haha, I'm so evil! Cliff-hanger!
I forgot to mention, Yosette (the waitress in the last chapter) is an OC of mine~! I didn't know who else to put soo... Yosette! She's Antonio's sister (not in this story though XD) and she loves Lovi's sister Scontroso. So original, huh? I know. I named her after a close friend of mine (she never talks to anyone! She's not mute so don't worry XD). She's Mexican, but Mexicans speak Spanish and RAGGLE FRAGGLE.
Uhm, I didn't know what to name the Netherlands, so I named him Abel. I've seen the name in a few other stories, so...
Translations~!
Fratello - Brother or Older Brother (?) (Italian)
Uno Momento - One Moment~ (Spanish)
Hola - Hello (Spanish)
Ciao - Hello (Italian)
Te Amo - I Love You (Spanish)
Oh Dio Mio - Oh My God (Italian)
Oh and about the flipping tables thing... A Prussia cosplayer was imitating Lithuania, and she said, "Hi I'm Lithuania, and- I'M GONNA THROW A TABLE AT YOU!" So yeah... And then Someone said that when your angry to just flip tables. I must've missed something because I have no idea where they got that from. Anyone wanna tell me? Thanks.
Any predictions for the next chapter~?
Until next time~! ~XxGaaraRoxMySoxxX~
