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Feliciano smiled and laughed throughout the friends' rendition of the happenings involving his brother. He giggled and smirked from his spot on Antonio's sofa "Okay," He grinned both happily and devilishly at the same time, "I like this, fratello needs more friends…" Feliciano nodded before looking up at the stoic German beside him who looked uncomfortable with the notion, "What do you guys need me for though?"
"Um, in case you can't tell we are having some problems with actually getting him to agree, so if you could help us on that front it would be great." Antonio said very perky near the younger Italian.
"Also, can you tell me what the hell we did wrong?" Gilbert questioned tuning to the younger man.
"Oh, that is easy, you guys don't know my fratello very well at all," Feliciano's laughter rang throughout the small apartment and he shook his head. "For one thing, he hates stranger a random person asking him to hang out would freak him out," Antonio felt guilty but kept listening quietly. "Then there is the fact that neither one of those is really his style," the others nodded understanding they had just been using the general public idea… "And most importantly," The young Italian was suddenly serious, "Not to mention, all of your ideas sound like what you would do when asking someone out!" the little Italian's resolve broke and he burst out laughing.
"I told you!" Gilbert exclaimed at Francis who looked happy more than anything.
"Yeah, whatever you say Gilbert, so was your idea apparently, you have no room to talk," the Frenchman replied smirking at the now sullen albino.
"Touché"
"Mon cher, that is French you know,"
"It is, oh well the awesome me just improved your language by using it."
"Ve~ You guys are funny!" Feliciano fell over laughing.
"Okay, okay we need to focus," Francis said to steer the topic of the conversation back
"Right" tacked on Gilbert, "How on earth do we get your brother to befriend the Spanish idiot?"
"Hey! I take offense to that!" Antonio called out throwing a pillow at his friend playfully.
"You know it's true," Gilbert responded leaning to avoid the pillow, then before it could get out of hand turned back to Feliciano, "So how do we go about doing this?"
"Well, knowing my fratello, after everything that has happened he is not going to exactly take this lightly or do it willingly if he hangs out with you guys at all. I might be able to come up with something eventually though…" Feliciano looked at the ceiling thinking and Antonio looked devastated. "Antonio, I need pasta to think can you go make some?" the little Italian asked the host who sullenly obeyed walking off to the kitchen.
"Okay, are you saying that it is hopeless?" Gilbert looked worriedly at his friend before turning to the little Italian.
"No I just needed him to leave the room, I think I might have something but he can't know about it." A cunning look passed over the little Italian's face, "Does he like football?"
"Oui, why?" The Frenchman asked.
"Because I have an idea…"
"Feli, Oi, Earth to Feliciano" Lovino was waving his brother's face trying to get his attention.
"Ve? Oh, Sorry, I was thinking…" The younger brother responded snapping out of it.
"More like zoning out, anyway, where are we sitting?" Lovino searched the stadium for some open seats.
"Hmmmmmmm…." The smaller stood on his tip toes and did the same before grabbing his brother's hand, "Oh look I found Ludwig!"
"What the hell Feli? You did not tell me we were going to be here with the damn potato bastard, I wouldn't have come!" Lovino tried to extricate himself from Feliciano's grasp but it only tightened.
"Yes you would have," Feliciano laughed and kept towing his brother, "You love football more than you hate Ludwig and you know it."
"I will admit it may be a tie, but still Feli you really should have told me damn it, why do I want to be a third wheel with you and your potato sucking boyfriend?"
"You won't be, his brother is here too!"
"Fuck, not that bastard, you have got to be fucking kidding me Feli." Lovino shook his head and tried to free himself again, but by then they were only feet away.
"Hi!" Feliciano chimed letting Lovino go in favour of the German.
Lovino's eyes grew wide when he saw what awaited him, there along with the potato bastard and his brother was a perverted Frenchman and of course a fucking tomato bastard. 'You have to be shitting me right now him? Did he plan this or something?' Lovino thought that to be the most obvious conclusion but could not believe it when he saw bright green eyes staring at him easily as bewildered to see him there as he was. 'Damn, so what is this just some coincidence?'
"Hi Lovino," Gilbert greeted "Fancy seeing you guys here," he smirked at the Italian.
"Feliciano said he got tickets and begged me to come with him." Lovino shrugged wanting to avoid any conversation with the albino.
"Ve~, guys, Luddy and I are going to go get snacks anyone want anything?" Feli cooed from a few feet away.
"No Feli, I'm fine," Lovino was drowned out by a Frenchman calling out
"Oh, mon cher," Lovino did not like his fratello being referred to like that by a perverted wine bastard, "We will go with you!" he and the albino followed suit and Antonio moved to follow them, "no, Antoine, someone needs to watch out seats," he stopped him.
"Ve, good idea, you too fratello wait here!" Feliciano called before continuing to walk away.
Now it made perfect fucking sense, "Of course, damn bastards," Lovino grumbled and sat down in one of the empty chairs.
"What?" Antonio asked sitting right beside him.
"Are you that fucking clueless?" Lovino questioned and the look on the Spaniards face was plenty answer, "they set this entire thing up, those jerks."
"Set what up?" Antonio's confused expression deepened as did Lovino's scowl.
"This, you and me being alone, idiota," Lovino shook his head.
"Well, they probably just want us to be friends!" Antonio chirped the confusion immediately gone replaced by a stupidly large grin that did not in any way make Lovino melt like butter.
"What if I don't want to be your damn friend? We have been through this before." Lovino complained rubbing his temples in exasperation.
"Well, it looks like we don't really have a choice right now, so how about we get to know each other, then you can make your decision later!" Antonio's grin spread, if that was even possible, and Lovino could see the pure joy in it.
"I guess I don't have a fucking choice do I" he groaned in response.
"Nope!" Antonio mused happily, then seeing as the Italian was not going to start the conversation he decided to, "So, did Feli really drag you here or do you like football?"
"Both," the Italian responded, "I like it but he did drag me so… What about you, do you like it or was it your friends' idea?" The Italian cross-examined.
"Same here, they came up with this idea a few days ago and I love football so I agreed to come." Antonio explained then admitted, "I have missed it, I actually played it back in Spain."
"Were you any good?" Lovino asked actually curious.
"Yes, I was offered a college scholarship but turned it down because they didn't offer my major." His eyes glowed with memories as he looked at the field and Lovino knew he was picturing himself out there.
"And what is that?"
"huh?"
"What did you major in?" Lovino clarified rolling his eyes.
"Oh, right, I am an elementary school teacher…" he answered sheepishly turning away.
"Seriously?" he nodded in response, Lovino was surprised although he knew he shouldn't be, the more he thought about it the more the job seemed to fit the happy-go-lucky Spaniard.
"Yeah, I love it, it's a really amazing career, I get to help kids, teach them, watch them grow up and get to feel like I helped them…" He sounded happy and serious at the same time leaving Lovino speechless.
The two sat in silence for a moment before Antonio spoke up, "What about you?"
"You already know what I do dumbass you have been to my work before," Lovino snapped at him.
"Well, I know that you work there but I don't know exactly what you do there," Antonio clarified and Lovino rolled his eyes.
"I am the head chef if you must know damn it…" Lovino looked away to try to, unsuccessfully, hide the blush that was creeping to his cheeks.
"Wow, that is amazing, but you are so young, how did you get that job, isn't there usually some sense of seniority or something in a place like that?"
"Well, when I got out of culinary school I started working them as a dishwasher and prep cook, but then anytime someone else wasn't there to cook I had to fill in for them. About a month after I started one of the sous chefs stepped down and I go promoted, then a few months after that I developed the new sauce." The Spaniard interrupted to comment on the deliciousness of the sauce before Lovino could continue. "So about the same time as I created the sauce, the old head chef got fired for coming to work drunk and nearly burning the place down and before I knew it in less than three months I had gone from dishwasher to head chef. Then we got really popular after that, now they can't get rid of me even if they want to, which I am pretty sure they wish they could but that is beside the point," Lovino realized he was rambling and shut up instantly only to be provoked again.
"So is that what you always wanted to do?"
"Well I have always loved and been gifted at cooking, but I didn't really get into it until I got a summer job when I was seventeen, that was the first time I was ever in a commercial kitchen. Now look at me, I would like to have my own restaurant someday though, but for now I am content where I am, most of the time…" Lovino felt like he was rambling again.
"Wow, that is amazing to have such dreams, how old are you?" Antonio questioned him trying to decipher his age, he was mature but still seemed to have dreams like someone younger.
"Twenty-three, what about you?"
"Twenty-five," He responded simply. Lovino pondered the age difference for a moment before mentally smacking himself, 'Why the hell does it matter how old he is, you are just friends.' Wait, friends? The thought stuck out to Lovino and he shook his head, 'We are so not friends…' he insisted, despite the fact he found he liked spending time with the Spaniard, which he would deny to anyone that dare ask.
"How long does it take to get some damn food?" Lovino complained to receive a shrug, only moments before a little Italian returned with food and a few people following behind him. The amount of food between the four stunned Lovino, Ludwig and Francis each only had a drink but the other two were so loaded down with food he did not think it would be possible to walk, and he works in a restaurant, damn it. His brother sat down on his other side and began talking his ear off, that was until the game started, after that Lovino would give him a death glare if he tried to utter a syllable.
It was a close match, ending after a 4-4 tie had been broken in overtime. Aside from that entertainment was also provided in the basic eating contest going on between Gilbert and Feliciano as they both scarfed down their mountains of food having to head back to concessions before the first half was over. The group, or at least Lovino and Antonio, the only two there who actually cared about the game, cheered for the same team standing and hollering at the same times as well as yelling at the refs. for each bad call.
After the game they all went to part ways but Gilbert had a bright idea, "We should all go get something to eat!"
"Ve~ I am thinking ice-cream!" Feliciano chirped happily.
"Seriously you two? You both just ate tons of food at the game," Ludwig tried to be the voice of reason but broke when Feliciano gave him puppy dog eyes.
"That sounds like fun!" Antonio chimed in and Francis agreed, leaving Lovino to make his decision.
"You guys go, I am going home," he turned to walk away only for Feliciano to grab his arm.
"Come on fratello, please!?" he pleaded.
"Yeah, come on it'll be fun," Antonio added and Lovino realised he could not stand against two overly happy people who wanted him to do something.
"Fine I'll go, but you're paying for me Feli," he said rejoining the group as they made their way to the ice-cream parlour.
It was a small family owned shop that was open late, they all walked in and ordered various forms of the frozen dessert before pushing two tables together so that they would all fit. Before the night was over Feliciano was dead on his feet and having to be supported by the German as he and his brother walked home leaving the others behind them.
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Oh Feliciano, I love making you devious! *smirks* I had so much fun with this chapter, and hopefully the next few will be even more so! YAY!
Haha, okay so I kept Toni out of this plan, if he knew he would let on and ruin it XD and yes when they say football it means soccer not American Football. I assume most of the foreign words are fairly common and most of you will know them but if not then just ask.
Thank you for the faves/follows/reviews this story has gotten, they mean so much! Please if you want to see a pairing tell me, I don't know who you guys ship so if I don't I can't include them.
Sorry for any errors, I lost my editor for the week :( and am too lazy to do it myself, if you see anything let me know and I will be more than willing to fix it, same goes for characters.