A/N: Finally, Lovi gets enough brains to go search for Tonio. I seriously don't know where the storyline is going from here, this is mostly improvised, but I need to get to the main story already, so consider this the confusing transition chapter. Sorry if it took so long to update. Real life got in the way again.
Disclaimer: And if I did own Hetalia, Switzerland and Russia should be married by now.
-K.J. Whatsername
"Feliciano, you don't happen to remember his name, don't you?"
"Arthur Kirkland?"
"Who the crapola is that?"
"The big eyebrows man who invited us to the party."
"I meant the tomato-bastard with the guitar."
"Ve? Maybe you should ask Arthur. I have his number."
Chapter Three: Romance de la Guitarra
-Romance of the Guitar-
Lovino. Both palms slammed on the table with the plate of spaghetti in between, the noise of a metal fork dropping to the marble tiles was heard. Feliciano. Both fists tightened and pulled closer to his chest, as he shivered with watery eyes.
"Feliciano, do you expect me to telephone a stranger and suddenly ask about some tomato-bastard that he hired for entertainment?" Lovino sarcastically asked.
Feliciano let out a faint "Sì."
Lovino exhaled and collapsed into his chair, which fell backwards from the force.
"Chigi!" he exclaimed, "Just give me the damned phone. I'll go call this Kirkland person."
Feliciano grabbed his brother by the wrist and helped him up. Lovino held out his hand to ask for the phone. Feliciano dialed Arthur's number and placed the phone in Lovino's hand.
When his brother
brought the phone to his ear, Feliciano heard it ring. He was only able to listen to one side of the conversation.
No, this is his brother, Lovino.
Yes.
Look, I was wondering who the guitarist was from yesterday.
Carriedo?
You're not on good terms with him and a certain frog insisted to let him play?
Can you contact him?
No?
What about this 'certain frog?'
François Bonnefoy.
You mean that Bonnefoy?
It just has to be him, of all people!
Alright, I appreciate your help.
Goodbye.
Beep. He hung up.
"Feli, I need you to do me a huge favor and let F-François t-take me to an acquaintance of his," Lovino half stuttered.
"Ve~ Really? I haven't seen him in a while!" In the other hand, Feliciano's face lit up from hearing the name.
"Ohonhonhonhon, so you want to see a good friend of mine? I can smell l'amour in l'air,"
The French accent, the creepy wink, the roses, the man flipping his hair, and Lovino hiding behind his cowardly brother. This man was François Bonnefoy.
"Sì! Fratello is crazy about some guy named Antonio Carriedo!" Feliciano cheerfully replied.
"No, I'm not crazy about him! Don't be ridiculous!" Lovino grumpily said in denial.
"Oui, oui," the Frenchman said, "Antonio lives in l'Espagne. If you are that interested in him, perhaps I can introduce you."
"No thank you. Feli, we're going home," Lovino said sternly and dragged his brother away.
"You don't have to deny it," François' voice could be heard at a distance, "Anything is possible with the power of love!"
"Chigi! Stai Zitto!"
Translations:
French:
L'amour- love
L'air- the air
Oui- yes
L'Espagne- Spain
Italian:
Sì- yes
Fratello- brother
Stai Zitto!- Shut up!