Lovino watched from his bedroom window, as Antonio was picked up in a taxi. He would return to his apartment, before heading straight to the airport. He slumped on his bed, and closed his eyes. Now he was way too curious to find out what Antonio really was, if not human. A thought struck him – If Antonio supposedly 'worked' with Francis and Ludwig, and for some strange reason his 'inhumane-ness' was linked to his job… would that make Francis and Ludwig inhuman too?
He shook his head, getting slightly confused himself. Maybe he was over thinking things a little bit. Or, he was on the right track, but his conscious was telling him to stop prying. Lovino scowled either way, getting his mind back onto what Antonio could possibly be.
So vampires and elves had already been ruled out. But that didn't mean werewolves hadn't… right? Lovino had to admit, it sounded really, utterly stupid when a normal person thought of it, but Lovino had several, non-sensual clues. Maybe Antonio 'went to Spain' for 'work' during the full moon. He sat up and glanced up at the moonlight, and it was indeed a huge, round, glowing … moon. But Ludwig hadn't gone anywhere, he was down the hall right now (unfortunately) and he didn't know anything about Francis's current location. Unless he was still at work, which Lovino doubted.
Now the Italian was getting hyped up. "I wonder if he bites me, if I'll turn into a werewolf too? Or is that vampires?" he muttered, confused yet too lazy to look it up online. He tried to think to before when Antonio had pinned him to the wall. He hadn't bitten him… that he knew of. And his fever. According to that black vampire book he'd been seeing everywhere… about sparkling vampires or something, werewolves had hot body temperatures.
…not that he'd read the book or anything…of course not… he just... somehow happened to know...
"Ah, fuck this I'm too lazy to think of this right now," he muttered, flicking off the lights from his bedside table. He shut his eyes, trying to sleep. Which would've been easy if he couldn't hear Ludwig's voice, which wasn't exactly a lullaby. "Fucking bastard," he mumbled, using his pillow to cover his ears.
-x-
Lovino awoke to someone knocking on his door. "Fratello?" came a quiet voice from the other side. Groaning, he rolled over and opened one eye to see strong light filtering through his window. Glancing at the clock, he scowled as he read 7:35AM on a Saturday. He sighed, as he closed his curtain slightly, and hauled himself off the bed.
Turning the handle, he found himself face-to-face with the one and only Feliciano. He looked a little… nervous? And maybe slightly scared.
Lovino blinked at him with sleepy eyes. "What?" he asked, rather bluntly.
Feliciano lowered his eyes, and bit his lip. "Um.. uh… I brought this tray to your door last night, but you kind of didn't eat it," he said, pushing a tray of coffee and pasta towards his brother.
Lovino frowned. He did? "Oh… really?" he asked, tilting his head. "Sorry, I didn't see it," he replied.
"O-oh. I thought I'd bring it to you, you didn't eat since you came home yesterday night and…" he trailed off. Feliciano was definitely a little nervous to be talking to his brother like this, especially after his outburst the day before. Did he want to talk about it?
Lovino took the tray into his hands. "Um, listen bro… about yesterday…" he said, unsure what to say next. Feliciano looked up with him, curiosity evident in his amber eyes. Lovino bit his lip. Damn, this was definitely not something he was used to. It wasn't every day that he flat-out apologized to anyone. But it was his brother, and after all that he'd told himself about making a better sibling relationship with him… he was an idiot for fighting in the first place.
"Look, I'm sorry for yelling at you… and blaming you when you'd already said that you tried… I know it's not really your fault and…" he stopped. He seriously had no idea what to say. Had he already said everything he needed to? Apparently so, as Feliciano gave a huge 've~' of excitement, and then proceeded to giving his brother a huge 'bro-hug', by throwing himself around the other's neck. Although he'd given his brother the whole apology, he wasn't exactly sure how long it would take him to actually get over everything. Oh well, he could point all his hatred towards that shithead Ludwig. Yeah, that worked.
But, right now he did have a legitimate reason to be angry with his brother. "Feli, you idiot!" he yelled, as Feliciano's 'bro-hug' had caused Lovino to spill not only coffee all over himself, but the plate of pasta to crash onto his wooden floor, which was now littered with ceramic shards and loose bits of pasta and sauce.
"Ve, fratello I'm sorry!" he cried, as he ran out to the kitchen to get a cloth to clean up the mess. Lovino scowled, as he pulled his coffee-infused shirt over his head, wiped his chest a bit, and threw it on the floor.
"Dumbass," he muttered, as he tousled his hair in annoyance, searching for some clothes to wear. He frowned, as he dug through all his wardrobes looking for a shirt to wear. Seriously, there were clothes everywhere, but none that he actually wanted to wear.
He eventually settled on a black t-shirt, although he wished he could wear something more stylish. Not that he was going anywhere, but just his smooth, Italian intuition and all, made him feel really… uncool? Something like that.
Feliciano returned about a minute later, laden with paper towels and a dishcloth to wipe up the mess. While he did that, Lovino went out to the kitchen to get some food. He let Feliciano do the cleaning, I mean seriously, Lovino couldn't clean if his life depended on it.
While his food was spinning around in the microwave, he felt his phone beep in his pocket. He must have slept with it there, instead of putting it on the desk…
He flipped it open, and found it to be a text message from Antonio.
From: Antonio C
Hola *heart*
[España]
Lovino stared down at his phone. Did Antonio really have nothing better to do? He quickly punched in a short message in reply.
From: Lovino V
What
[DatItalian]
While Lovino sat at the dining table eating some damn good pasta(Feliciano's was second-best only to his), he felt his phone vibrating again. But he was hungry, so he ignored it until he'd finished eating it all.
From: Antonio C
Have you thought about what I am? (:
[España]
Lovino bit his lip as he looked at what the Spaniard had written him. He smiled slightly, and decided to be a slight smart-arse with his response.
From: Lovino V
You're making me wait until you get back, you can wait too bastard
[DatItalian]
From: Antonio C
Aww ur no fun Lovi
[España]
From: Lovino V
Deal with it
[DatItalian]
-x-
Hello stripping Lovino ;) Stripping Spain would be better, though. [/SHOT] and lame Twilight reference but who agrees with me that Lovino would have secretly read it?
This is kind of a filler chapter even though I said I'd stay away from them asfjsakl BUT. HEAR ME OUT HERE, PEOPLE. I thought that jumping straight to Antonio coming back would be really way too fast and stuff so [/takes breath] yeah. I kept it short, didn't want to be boring. In fact, the only important part was Lovino and Feliciano making up. [I almost mistyped that as making out LOL] so you all forgive me, right? ;_;
Thanks for the nice feedback guys c: My apologies if I don't reply, I usually only do if you do a nice critique that I can comment on, or you ask me a question. But keep it up, it's the reviews that motivated me to update this quicker! C:
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