Hello everyone! I'm so sorry to keep you guys waiting, but here is another chapter. Please come and read it, I have just been so busy with life. You know switching schools and all. But now it's summer! Although I work and have to attend summer school so I will keep giving it my all you guys!
Anyway you guys enjoy this!~
"It was horrible Ludwig..." Feliciano mumbled the next day as he sat on the bus beside his German boyfriend who was trying to comfort him. "He was so angry..." he leaned on Ludwig's shoulder and glanced across the aisle to see his brother staring out the window. His arms crossed and an emotionless stare just outside.
"Do you think it has anything to do with Antonio?" Ludwig asked.
Feliciano squirmed at the question, "After grandpa calmed him down...we talked for a little bit..." he tailed off and Ludwig looked at him expectantly. "He admitted to me that he did like Antonio..."
Lovino sat there quietly as he stared out the bus window. His earphones in and blasting music as loud as he could. His thought recounting what happened the night before, and he sighed quietly. He knew he had a break down...but over someone like Antonio? Of course he already admitted to himself, and his brother, that he had feelings for him. But he hadn't had a breakdown like that since his parents died in a car crash. He scratched his neck and looked beside him, usually a cheeky Spaniard would be there to annoy him, but today he had seen him get in the annoying white car. Not that he was stalking him or anything... Then he felt a hand go on his shoulder and he jumped a bit looking behind him. He took out his headphones seeing Tino wave at him.
"You ready for the scrimmage game today?" he heard Tino ask. The blond smiled happily, clearly excited about it.
"Ah yea..." he mumbled as he stared down at his soccer bag, "It should be fun."
Tino nodded excitedly as his Swede boyfriend looked over the Italian, "You okay?" Berwald suddenly asked.
Lovino looked back at him, scowled somewhat but wasn't able to maintain it. "I'm fine, just a little tired." He turned around and stuck his headphones back in.
Tino looked up at Berwald, and his face switched from happiness to worry. He was the neighbor of the Italians and had heard the shouting the night before. He was actually quite startled and thought someone had broken in, but the issue had been resolved moments later. He was confused but now was worried seeing how tense he looked. He felt Berwald squeeze his hand and he smiled weakly at him.
"So how was the date?" Emil could hear Mathias asked.
"Fine," he mumbled back as he was looking over notes for a test. He was sitting with the other four as they sat at their usual table.
"I heard you get to go see a movie for free," Tino piped up. "Sorry that the date was ruined by the rain."
"its fine," Emil replied and looked up to see the four of them looking at him. "What? Do I have something on my face?"
Lukas sighed and cleared his throat, "Emil I don't think you should get involved with him..."
Emil knew where this was heading and he began to pack his things. "I really don't care what you think at this point," he replied.
"Emil!" Lukas shouted, "I'm telling you as your older brother!"
"And I'm telling you as your little brother that you're not my parent!" he shouted back getting up and throwing his backpack over his shoulder as he walked off toward the school.
Lukas growled and was about to follow when he felt a hand go on his shoulder. "Just let him be..." Tino sighed quietly.
"How can you say that?!" Lukas shouted. He stared at the other three as he grabbed his backpack and followed his little brother.
Emil had gone to the restroom and pulled out his phone.
To: Leon
8:06 a.m
Where are you?
He has sent the text to Leon and sat on the toilet his foot going up and down. He hated that his brother thought he had complete and total control over him. He knew what his brother was also trying to do. Saturday when he got back home from the date his brother sat him down and gave him a 'talk'. He told him how Leon was just bad news and how he was only going to get hurt. But he knew why Leon really disliked him being with Leon. He had something against Yao, not that it was his problem, nor Leon's. They shouldn't be dragged into whatever little feud they have.
From: Leon
8:08 a.m
I'm in the library, come and meet me.
He read the message and then closed his cell phone walking out of the restroom, he headed for the library only to see Lukas in front of him. He kept his head down in hoping to avoid his brother, but as he approached him he noticed that his brother was paused looking at someone else.
"I already warned you..." he could hear Lukas mutter. As Emil got closer he saw Yao in front of him.
"I did the same to you aru," Yao replied.
"Then keep your brother away from mine, slut."
Yao glared at him, "I'm sorry at least I'm not the one who lost my virginity the first time I met my boyfriend. Who is the real slut aru?"
Lukas clenched his jaw, "Look you bitch, I told you to keep him away and you didn't fucking listen. I will warn you one more time, and if you don't listen...well don't blame me if you can't find your brother."
Yao suddenly dropped his bag and gripped Lukas' shirt, "Don't you dare touch him aru!" he shouted as he suddenly pushed him away causing Lukas to stumble back. A crowd had gathered around them and that's when Yao had suddenly noticed Emil in the crowd. He glared at him, "Stay away from my brother aru."
Emil raised an eyebrow, "I don't see why..."
"Because you'll do nothing but hurt him!" Yao shouted.
Lukas glared at him, "Don't talk to my brother like that you bitch. Just go crawl back to your alcoholic boyfriend."
Yao glared at him and then suddenly jumped up at him when he himself was pulled back. "Seriously Yao?" came the familiar voice as Emil looked over and saw Leon.
Yao pulled away from him starting to shout at him in Chinese, but Leon seemed to be ignoring him. He turned to Emil and began to walk toward him, only to be cut off by Lukas.
"Stay away," he said quietly.
"Lukas stop it, you're embarrassing yourself," Emil said and tried pushing him out of the way. "Beside it's none of your business who I do and don't like."
"Why the hell do you even like him?" Lukas growled.
"Why do you like Mathias?" he replied and then there was silence between them. "Exactly," he muttered and gripped Leon's hand. "Just leave us alone," he said and pulled Leon away from the rest of the crowd, Leon willingly followed after him, only slightly glancing back at the crowd that stared after them.
The two boys found themselves underneath the bleachers, quietly sitting and waiting for the first period bell to ring. They sat in silence, it wasn't awkward, but it wasn't comfortable either, but they hadn't separated their hands either. Finally after some time Emil sighed and Leon looked over at him, "I'm sorry about that..." he muttered. "I didn't expect him to be such an ass about it."
Leon was quiet and then shrugged, "It happens, like there really isn't anything I can do to get him like me anyway."
Emil shrugged a bit and moved the dirt around with the top of his shoe, "I just don't think he likes you because of your brother."
Leon looked over at him, "You know that may like be true...but as long as you like me. I don't care," he said with a small shrug.
Emil face tinted red slightly and he looked at him with a scowl, "Don't say things like that."
"Why not?" he chuckled. Emil mumbled something and just turned his head away from him. Leon smiled slightly and leaned on him a bit.
"I don't care," Antonio muttered as he stared out the window and out at the field. The self proclaimed Prussian and French men were looking at him with slight frowns on their faces.
"What do you mean you don't care mon ami? It will be one of the best pranks we ever pull off," Francis smiled trying to encourage his friend.
"Ja, why are you in such a sour mood?" Gilbert asked. He sat in front of the usually cheeky Spaniard and raised an eyebrow at him. He had been like this for almost a week now and his friends were getting worried.
Antonio sighed again and looked at his two friends, he knew he could trust them with anything. But did he really want to tell them of his problems? They could possibly make it worst...or better. Depending how things went. He decided to take a leap of faith and tell them. "It's about Lovino..."
"I knew it," Francis muttered and held out his hand to Gilbert. Whom was grumbling and reached into his pocket and pulled out a twenty and slapped it into his hand. Francis smiled and stuck it in the back of his pocket.
Typical.
"What about Lovino?" Gilbert asked, "Was it what he said about us? You do realize we don't care right?" he laughed.
"I know you don't care," Antonio said and leaned on his hand looking back down at the desk and tracing an imaginary circle on it with his finger. "It's just...he's been acting so differently with me lately. I mean I was really upset when he said those mean things about you guys, but I got over it..."
The other two glanced at one another and sighed, "Mon ami, have you tried talking to him?" Francis asked. Antonio shook his head as he suddenly banged his head against the table.
"Then why don't you try doing that first, I'm sure he's just as upset as you are," Gilbert pointed out.
"How do you know?" Antonio voice came out muffled from being in the desk.
"You forget my brother is dating his brother..." he said and scratched the back of his head. "Look just get up and go talk to him!" Gilbert suddenly stood up and began to haul Antonio out of his chair.
"W-Wait ri-right now?!" he shouted
"Si!" Francis shouted as he began to help Antonio out of his chair and drag him toward the door.
"B-but amigos...class is about to start!" he tried to get out of it but the other two rolled their eyes.
"Since when do you care?" Gilbert snickered and they kept trying to get the fidgety Spaniard out of the door.
Meanwhile as they dragged the Spaniard out into the hallway, Lovino still had his earphones in his ears as it blasted his music and let his soccer bag hang loose on his shoulder. He stared at the tile floor just ahead of him as he headed toward his locker, he had butterflies in his stomach. He thought about the scrimmage game that was taking place tonight, but it just wasn't that. He couldn't keep his mind off of Antonio, and what he had told his brother last night. He was worried. They did play on the same team and it might be a little awkward for them... He gripped the shoulder strap and he swore the Spaniard made his blood boil. To think such a stupid thing could ruin his game mood! He muttered underneath his breath how much he hated the Spaniard when he someone was pushed into him, and made him stumble back. He felt his earphones get pulled out of his ears and fell back, onto the tile floor. He hissed and stared up to yell at whoever wasn't watching where the hell they were going when he saw the same Spaniard that was giving him so much anger.
The Spaniard stared down at Lovino and his face was completely red. He started to regret telling his two closest friends. They just made it worse. "L-Lovino!" Antonio quickly shouted as he helped him up muttering several apologies. He was wiping off what dust had been left on him and Lovino just gave him an odd look. "I..I didn't mean it..." he said weakly.
Lovino stared at the Spaniard, as much as he liked to get mad the thoughts of the night before reoccurred to him. His face began to heat up as well as he pushed the Spaniard off of him. "What the hell?" he growled. "Are you that really fucking pist off at me?"
"Wait...what? No! It was an accident I swear!" Antonio said raising his hands in defense.
"Sure it was...' Lovino mumbled looking behind Antonio to see his two friends behind him. Of course it was just an 'accident'.
Antonio instantly knew what he was thinking, "No...Lovino it's not like that..."
"Whatever!" Lovino suddenly snapped pushing past him and glaring at the other two.
As Lovino pushed past him, he could have sworn he saw his eyes water up. Had he really been hurt that much? Did he really think he was mad at him? He turned quickly to see Lovino walking quickly down the hallway, he walked after him quickly trying to explain in broken words but Lovino was ignoring him. That was until they got to his locker. "Lovino please believe me! They were just trying to help!"
"Help you with what?!" Lovino growled. "If you hate me then just tell me! At least hurt me with a fucking lie instead of comforting me with a stupid fucking lie!"
"I don't want to hurt you!" Antonio snapped back. That caused Lovino to glare at him, but he just couldn't do as badly as he wanted to do it. He wanted to cry. He wanted to hide. He wanted to disappear. "Lovino I was angry with what you said..." Antonio began in a more even tone as he looked down at the floor between them. "I know I can act like—"
"An asshole."
"Yea. That. When I'm with Gilbert and Francis. But when you were with me that day..."
Lovino raised an eyebrow, "What?"
"I just wanted to impress you," he mumbled.
Lovino stared blankly at him for a few moments as his eyes blinked a few times. Did he hear right? Antonio wanted to impress him? Why on earth would he want to do that? "What the hell for?"
"Well you know..." he scratched the back of his head but still didn't look up. "It's like... It's like when you want to impress someone, when you want them to like you. And I guess...when you like them..."
The Italian stared at the Spaniard before him. He liked him. He just admitted to liking him. Was this some kind of sick joke? He felt his face change two hues darker, "Is this your definition of funny?"
Antonio snapped his head up, "Excuse me?"
Lovino was looking slightly down, his hands clenched and he growled. "I said is this your idea of a fucking funny?! You think you can just fuck with people as you please?! Do you really think I would let myself be played with?!" He looked at Antonio and his eyes were full of tears, one dropping down his cheek. He could see the confusion on Antonio's face, and it made him doubt what he was saying. "Well...?" he whispered.
"Lovino I'm not playing with you. What makes you think that?" Antonio asked quietly.
Lovino was about to answer when he noticed all the staring they got in the hallway. He turned to his locker violently rubbing his eyes. He opened his locker up not answering for a few moments, once his locker was opened his turned his head slightly to the other. "Why would you like someone like me?" he asked quietly.
Antonio blinked a few times, "You know...it's hard to say." He shrugged a bit and Lovino looked at him. "I mean, it's just there are a lot of things I like about you. For one it's your smile...it's beautiful, and I wish you did it more often." The Spaniard found himself smiling at the thought, "Then it would have to be how much in control you are of everything. You seem to have everything set out, the exact opposite of me." He sighed and glanced to the side, "Well you also have amazing soccer skills." He laughed at that, "When I saw you those first few days at try outs it was like I was watching a natural. You move so flawlessly, and when you play on the field...you just have this aura around you... You're simply amazing..."
As he stood there listening to the words he had turned back toward his locker. He was so glad part of his face was covered and Antonio was covering the other part of his face. The bell had ringed somewhere between his words, but he didn't seem to have heard anything but Antonio's voice. He heard all the complements and wondered why he was receiving them. The hallways had emptied out and he sniffled as he tried to keep his voice down. He knew Antonio was staring at him but he didn't have the guts to look back at him.
"Lovino," Antonio whispered.
"What?" Lovino replied in a low whisper.
"I like you. A lot."
"I know."
"Then can you do me a favor?"
"What?"
"Will you let me kiss you?"
There was silence between them as Lovino felt his body tremble, he gripped the side of his locker and numbly nodded his head. Before he knew it, his head was being turned and up to face Antonio. He felt the large tanned hands wipe away his tears and then felt the others lips on his. It took him a few moments, but he finally kissed back.
"I don't think this is a good idea..." Kiku muttered to Alfred who seemed to be laughing to himself.
"Oh trust me this will be gold." He was switching the powdered sugar for baking powder. "It's going to be hilarious."
"I think Arthur will be mad."
"That's kind of the point."
Okay so I hope you all really enjoyed this! I can't wait to hear from you, and sorry again. But you know life happens.
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