6.
Damn motherfucker! Thanks to you, I missed the bus!" the brunette yelled to Antonio.
"But I was just trying to talk to you for once~..."
"Well then, don't talk to me anymore. I'm going home."
The Italian started to walk in his house's direction. The Spaniard caught him up.
"Why are you following me dumbfuck?"
"Well... I kinda live in the street next to yours... HEY! I've got an idea! Let's walk home together~!"
"Please don't." Lovino whispered to himself.
"You heard that? Everyone's invited. you should come and have some fun with me.! The Frenchman told the blond teenager in front of him.
"No, no and never! Last time I went somewhere with you, it turned bad because of my low tolerance towards alcohol. Plus, you tried to rape me. Twice!"
"Ahh Iggy not this again mon ami! And let me say that I didn't succeed. You went away with Gilbert that night."
"Never bring that up again! And I'm not your friend damn stinky Frenchy!"
"Let me tell you that I shower and perfume every day! I do not stink!" yelled the insulted teenager, his blue eyes filled with anger.
"Whatever, you're still stupid and I hate you."
"Yeah! But you're the blond one! HA! ... Oh Wait. Merde."
"Yep. That only confirmed my thoughts."
Almost in despair, Francis retorted after a small gasp:
"Awee, come on Arthy! Come with me!"
"Never in a million years." He turned his back to the tall Frenchman.
"Do me this favor and I'll get it back to you?"
The Britain faced back, now intrigued.
"Uhh... And what would you do?"
"Tu vois, I can tell that you've got an eye on Michelle but you're too shy to tell her. Come with me and I'll go talk to her for you."
"H-how do you even know this..?"
"You see, mon petit anglais, I know you. Since first grade, remember? Plus, I'm French~!" He added with a grin.
The English man had to admit it: Francis was always good with relationships.
"Uhh.. I- I'll think about it. "
The Britain's answer just added a little something at the tall blond's smile. He really was satisfied.
It had started to rain on the two brunettes.
"Talking of a day to miss the fucking bus..." Lovino finally said. It was the first time he had talk since they've started to walk, but still, to Antonio, it was an improovement. At least, he finally said something.
"Yeah, uh, sorry for that... But at least, it's not raining too hard?"
At those eight words, the water began to fall harder, faster and in bigger drops on the two men walking.
"Fucking idiot."
A couple of minutes passed without anyone saying anything, which was killing the Spaniard so, uncounsiously, he started talking about anything that was passing through his head. He first started talking about their young age, then about how he liked churros, but never stopped.
The confused Italian silently looked at the tall tanned man besides him. Due to the amount of water, his hair had flattened but were still somewhat as messy as usual. Then his attention finally got on the elder's lips. Always moving. Lovino softly bit his lower lip: Antonio's looked so soft. They were perfectly uniform without imperfections and were just the right color that fit his beautiful skintone.
The youngster's cheeks started to heat up a little so he quickly moved his hazel eyes away to look at everything but the Spaniard. Instead, he locked his gaze on his feet while walking.
Until then, the rain hadn't stop falling. In fact, it was still greatly increasing. When Lovino looked far away, he could see lightnings from time to time. Nothing to worry about, but his heart skipped a beat when a powerful thunder growled into the sky. God he hated thunderstorms. The teenager finally remembered the Spaniard's presence as he spoke after a small cessation that the Italian hadn't even noticed.
"Waah! It's raining pretty heavily! I think we should run for cover before we catch a cold. I know some place we could go, it's really near~."
Too frightened to walk, Lovino didn't move a toe. Yet, he wanted to scream and get the hell somewhere else so he could sit, holding his knees close to his chest and simply wait until the lightnings and thunders stop. Not knowing what to do anymore, he let himself fall to his knees, grabbing the root of his hair with both hands. Everything was black. Couple of seconds passed before his hand was finally grabbed. The next second, the Italian found himself running without knowing it. In fact, his legs were just just trying to keep him from falling while he was dragged around.
Then suddently, the rain had stopped and the hazel eye teenager was pulled into a tight embrace in the Spaniard's arms. Lovino didn't try breaking the hug tho: he was safe now. It still seemed like it was lasting forever, but at least, the younger had stopped shaking. The elder's arms wrapping him tightly helped him forget about what was going on. He had started feeling a little better since it has probably been about 3 minutes that they were hugging. When Lovino sensed a hand brush his curl, he finally realised what was happening and violently pushed the Spaniard.
"What are you trying to do fucking pervert?" he instantly yelled.
"Well I'm comforting you~."
"Vaffanculo! I'm fine! I don't need comfort.." the Italian cheeks started to heat up again.
"But-.."
"Sucammillo!" The flushed teenager turned his head to look away.
"Where are we anyway?" he said sitting at an old table covered with a purple tablecloth.
"Here? It's an old restaurant I used to eat at. Sadly, two years ago, it bankrupted. Afterwards, this place was abandonned. One day, Francis found a way in and the three of us come here for fun since then. Cloths cover the windows so nobody sees that we're here. Plus, Francis redecorated last year. Pretty no~?"
Lovino looked around him. Even though it was pitch black, he could still notice the purple walls every time a lightning struke.
"I think it's gay. I already hate this pla-..."
He stepped as another thunder growled. The brunette instantly buried his head in his arms, starting to shake again. After a small moment of what Lovino would have loved to be complete silence, Antonio finally worriedly said:
"Lovi... Are you crying..? "
Realising, the Italian quickly wiped his eyes, then lifted his head.
"Pfh. What're you talking about.?"
"Well, didn't I just hear you sob..? Are-you afraid of thunderstorms?"
The boy tsked, looking away.
"Totaly not."
"Awee you are so cute~!"
The Spaniard took the younger's hand and lifted him from his seat. Then, the tight hug was back.
Red of awkwardness [or that's what he wanted it to be], Lovino tried to break the embrace, in vain. He was too week. Or maybe it was just because he didn't really wanted it to happen? No that was impossible, he hated him!
But the warmth of the elder's body, even though it was soaked, kind of comforted the brunette afterall. The Roman had to admit it: the Spaniard's arms calmed him and made him feel good.
The short blond opened his green eyes. The field was enormous and colorfull. Joy ran through the boy's spine as a unicorn flew above him, its rainbow mane waving in the wind. It was such a beautiful scene. It was his happy place. The Britain turned around to look further in this bundle of happiness, but instead of finding his friend, the flying mint bunny, he found himself in front of a door. A simple wooden door with a small golden panel on it. Everything dissapeared, leaving the English man alone with this new door. Arthur read: "F_' world". The rest of the first word was erased. How strange, this was the first time he saw that weird door, closed and inviting him to cross it. How tempting, but there was no way the Britain would cross it. He didn't trust it.
Lovino slowly open his eyes, looked around him and streched. His head was lying on the Spaniard's laps. The Italian, still sleepy asked himself how he ended sleeping on him to find out that he fell asleep in Antonio's arms. He probably was exhausted and that's why he fell asleep.
"Shit. What time is it?" The Italian instantly got up, waking up the half-sleeping Spaniard whom he was lying on.
"..uhhhh.. it's about 21:00."
"Merda! I'm late! Mom's freaking going to kill me!"
At those words, he took his backpack and his jacket from the chair he put them -so it could dry a little- and got outside. The rain had stopped and the sun was starting to lower, painting the sky with splendid blue, orange and pink tones. The ground had started to dry and the sky was cloudless.
"Awee what a perfect sunset~!"
Antonio was now behind him.
"Mhmm.." The Roman looked over his shoulder to see him. His hair had started to dry and were just as messy as usual. He also had removed his drenched shirt. (When did he?), so half his body was exposed, showing the great tan he naturally had.
"Hey Lovi... Are you still mad at me..?" Antonio said after a moment.
"Uhh. No. Why would I be?"
"Because you're face's turning red again..."
The Italian was speechless.
"uhh. I- I gotta go, bastardo.."
He then ran away, leaving a wordless Spaniard in the doorway of the empty restaurant.
"So cute...~ 3" the lonesome teenager thought loudly.