AN
Thanks for all the faves, follows, reviews etc. This is kinda a filler chapter, the more interesting stuff is right around the corner ;). This chapter basically skims over the events of a few months to help speed up the story, sorry if it isn't good and is a little short, I am suffering from a little minor writer's block. Let me know what you think, how I should improve, if there is any OOCness etc. etc. etc.
3rd person O. POV
After that everything fell back into the normal pattern, Lovino would go to work, go home, be pestered by his bastard friends into doing something, go back home and go to sleep then wake up the next day and do the whole cycle over again. Eventually the antics of the group declined to center around weekends as Antonio had to go back to teaching and Feliciano and Ludwig returned to school after the fast approach of fall. Relationships in the group remained virtually the same the events of what happened – or almost did- on the trip to the park were either ignored or forgotten by the two involved and never revealed to the outsiders.
However this neglect over the almost occurrence did change some things between the pair that made their friendship a little more awkward. The way even the briefest contact could send a blush to Lovino's cheeks or make Antonio's perpetual smile a little brighter, how in close proximity both men's breath would hitch and they would try their best to get out of the situation as quickly and with as little awkwardness as possible. However that in itself was a daunting task as after a while the duo's relationship became extremely awkward and the time they spent together started to become extremely rare.
That was when the other members (or three of the four, Ludwig refused to help) decided to intervene in the relationship and after a few more months they ended up here:
Lovino's POV
"Ve, fratello, we need to decide what we are doing for Thanksgiving!" The younger Vargas whined clinging to his brother's arm.
Lovino tried to shake him off and continue the task of preparing them an edible breakfast before they had to leave "Why does it matter Feli, we do the same thing every year, pizza and watching movies."
"But fratelloooooooooooooooooo," He whined loudly in his brother's ear causing him to wince and pause in making batter for waffles "We should do something fun this year!"
"What do you suggest?" Lovino said contemplating whether or not to hit him if he suggested what Lovino assume was coming.
"We should have our friend's over and have a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig meal!" Feliciano cooed leaning into his brother to try to sway him.
"No," Lovino said plainly finally wrenching his arm away and turning back to the batter.
"But fratello, it could be so much fun we can Luddy, and Francis, and Gilbert, and big brother Toni all come over and eat a big meal and talk and laugh and have fun and stuff!" Feliciano whined again pleading his brother to agree.
"Why the hell would I want all those bastards in our house eating our food that I pay for with my money?" The elder Italian asked not removing his eyes from the counter trying to refrain from looking at the puppy dog eyes he knew he was receiving behind his back.
"But you're friends with them, and you hardly spend any time with them anymore, not to mention I am sure they will be more than willing to help with food…" Feliciano kept babbling and Lovino ignored him rolling his eyes. After a few moments of Lovino's silence Feli stopped talking spun him to face him and after giving him the saddest most pleading puppy dog look he could muster said "Please fratello?" in the innocent tone he had when they were children.
"Damn it Feli, fine you win you can invite the damn bastards." Lovino relented and slammed his head into the counter before shaking it slowly and trying to figure out what the hell kind of mess he just got himself into while Feliciano jabbered on and on about all the different foods (mostly various types of pasta) that they should have and nodding to himself each time he approved something to his mental list.
The next day the entire thing was planned the group would show up the next Thursday at the brothers' house by six so that they could have hours of food and such and Feli volunteered to help with the cooking. So the following Wednesday night the pair went to the store and picked the freshest ingredients for the impending meal the elder grumbling the entire time about the amount of food he was going to have to prepare and the younger assuring it wouldn't be any more than he had to cook for work, which only resulted in the Italian complaining more about having to do so much on his day off.
The following morning Lovino woke up to find a note lying on the kitchen table something about how something had happened involving Ludwig and Feli would be home for dinner but not to cook but that he had found a replacement. Lovino grumbled to no one about how it was probably going to be the perverted Frenchman who would molest him while they cooked and actually shuddered in fear. He quickly assembled the recently purchased ingredients knowing if he would be alone or with a slacker he would need to start now and work quickly if he even hoped to be finished on time.
Lovino jumped about half an hour later when the doorbell rang and quickly killed the heat on the stove, picked up his pot, and grumbled his way over to the front door stirring his current project (gravy) all the while. Lovino paused in his mixing when he reached the door and pulled it open to reveal, much to his surprise, a Spaniard with a huge smile that seemed to brighten upon landing on his face.
"Lovi~!" the Spaniard chirped grin growing "Feli called and said that you would need some help cooking," Lovino rolled his eyes and used his head to motion for the Spaniard to follow him to the kitchen which he did after shutting the door. "What do you need help with?" the Spaniard questioned upon seeing the over stocked kitchen and occupied burners and oven.
"What can you fucking make?" the Italian retorted biting the question at the happy Spaniard.
"I can make most stuff, believe it or not but I am actually a pretty good cook," Antonio smiled at himself pride seemed to drip from his every feature though it wasn't as annoying as it should have been for the Italian.
"Whatever, can you start preparing the vegetables, they are going on next." Lovino clarified.
"Okie dokie 'boss'" Antonio joked.
"Just cut the damn vegetables" Lovino replied shaking his head and removed the now finished gravy and pouring it into a container to be heated and served later then checking on the turkey and lastly tomato sauce before helping the Spaniard and explaining what to do to what vegetables.
It was nearing five o'clock and the dinner was nearly prepared, most food finished and in need only of reheating when Lovino wiped his arm across his brow assessing the progress they had made. "All that's left is to finish the turkey and make the rolls," Lovino said nodding, secretly appreciative of all the help the Spaniard had offered even though he forced Lovino to let him prepare potatoes for the German Bastards. Antonio nodded in agreement worn out from the day of cooking and wondered how the Italian managed to do this every day. "Hand me the flour will you?" the Italian said breaking his thoughts, he grabbed the flour and carried it over to the Italian who spun around while taking a step to face the Spaniard but ended up colliding with him and sending a puff of flour into his own face.
"Lovi, lo siento, I'm so sorry!" the Spaniard exclaimed trying to stifle a laugh at the now pale Italian as he shook the flour from his hair sending up another puff of white smoke and breaking the Spaniard's shield sending him into a fit of laughter.
He received a glare from said Italian but ignored it as he hunched over laughing, "Oi just give me the flour," the Italian harshly yanked the container out of his unsuspecting hands causing him to look up at the perfect moment for Lovino to dump a scoop of flour on his head and go into his own fit of laughter.
Antonio chuckled at the amused look on the Italian's face and his lips twitched as he reached in grabbed a handful of flour and flicked it into Lovino's unsuspecting face a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh it's war now."
Feliciano's POV
The rest of the group was surprised when they arrived to the sound of laughter erupting through the apartment and curiously followed behind Feli as he made his way in. He couldn't help but smile at the scene in front of them while the other's stood in shock. The entire kitchen was dusted white including the two people lying sprawled out on the ground laughing, the accompanying tremors causing the dust to float down off of them to the hardwood beneath.
Feli grabbed Ludwig's arm and smiled at him before he turned his attention back to the figures on the floor, who were just becoming aware of their presence. Lovino jumped to his feet trying to control his laughs and speak calmly "I guess dinner isn't going to have any rolls or anything huh?" his good mood was made even more shocking by the lack of curses and despite him no longer laughing he did not have a scowl in place as was normal.
The entire group broke out in laughter then and the good mood lasted through dinner as the conversations flowed freely between the group of friends and ended with jokes about the earlier incident and plans for the future. Francis claimed the right to have Christmas at his place and that Feliciano would help him with the cooking (it was also established that neither Gilbert nor Ludwig were allowed anywhere near the kitchen). It was almost midnight before the group finally split up all but the Italians leaving for home.
Then came the daunting task of cleaning the kitchen.
AN
So yeah random crappy filler fluff that basically just provides a huuuuuuge time-lapse that makes the next chapter easier, so yeah...