Hello y'all! An actual chapter! EEP~! Please note: I don't ship PruCan, but what I write in here, feel free to interpret how you feel, cause I used Cananada in here.
I'm going to try and get a chapter out next week on Friday. If I miss that, expect Sunday. I'll have nothing to do for over 3 hours. I'll bring my tablet, and see what I can do!
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Enough talk (STILL typing dumbass!)...Please enjoy!
~Never~Giving~In~
"Why would you wanna do that dude?" Asked the albino, sitting in a chair all sprawled out with his yellow chick on his head. They all sat in Gilbert's bedroom-something quite rare as they normally weren't allowed to come to his house. It was only the trio there, Ludwig being at Feliciano's place and the German's parent being out at work. It was a late Sunday evening and school was tomorrow, so Antonio decided to tell his friends about his resolution and intentions about the grumpy Italian.
Francis and Gilbert were..Well, confused. "Why Lovino? He's so..." Said Francis, trailing off as he tried to think of the word.
"...Grumpy?" Supplied Gilbert.
"Oui, that's it! Grumpy!" The Frenchman said, snapping his fingers.
Antonio sighed. "Sí, sí, I get that he's grumpy. But didn't you see the look in his eyes the other day? When he glared at you, Francis? He's not just grumpy. There's more to it...like he's hiding his actual thoughts." Toni looked between his friends, watching them intently to see how they'd respond. They had to have seen the look in Lovino's eyes!
Francis, however, only raised an eyebrow in question. "So you think it's a façade or..?"
Toni nodded. "Sí! I do!"
The two friends looked at each other then back to Toni. "So you're going to try to talk to him," said Gil, making sure everything was clear.
Antonio nodded once. "During lunch, in the halls, and before and after school."
Gilbert only smirked as layed back further in the chair as Francis gave a soft "Ohonhon~!" Antonio flushed slightly and began to sputter, causing Francis to laugh and Gilbert to snicker. Then, Gil checked his watch and quieted down. "Alright, we should go," he instructed, standing. "Ya know, to do something."
"Aw~! But I don't wanna go~!" Complained the Spaniard, but the self-proclaimed Prussian was already out of the room. Toni looked to the Frenchman in confusion as Francis's eyes narrowed at the room enterance. Looking at his phone, the time read 5:30. It was odd how Gilbert always made them leave before a certain time. The French native glances at Antonio and nodded to the door as he stood up, deciding to ignore the oddness of the situation.
~Never~Giving~In~
"Addio, Fratello~!" Called the younger brunette. Lovino gave Feliciano a smile and waved as he watched the other run off to meet up with his German companion. God, that annoyed him. What did Feli see with that guy? He was a tall, scary German bastard. He didn't even express any feelings of liking Feli! He didn't go out of his way to invite Feli places, he didn't do anything!
Lovino shook his head, turning up his music so it was blaring, effectively drowning out everyone around him. Zoning out on everything around him and only paying attention to what was in front, he made his way through the halls. And after getting tripped, shoved and having people get in his face, he made it to his locker. Damn people annoyed him. He entered in his locker combination, and just as he opened it, crickets jumped out everywhere. He backed up slightly, caught off gard, then grimaced as stray crickets made their way out of his locker. Really? People are fucking assholes, he thought. He didn't hear it, since he had music blasting in his ears, but he saw everyone around him laughing, some even laughing on the ground with red faces.
Lovi shook his head in annoyance and placed everything in his locker before pulling out all the necissary books and folders and placing them inside his bag. Then he slammed his locker. But before he could walk away, he found big green eyes looking at him. Startled, Lovino punched the other in the shoulder.
"Woah, no need for that, amigo!" The Spaniard chuckled out, smiling.
Not hearing his words, Lovino glared at the man and turned, walking away. He hiked his backpack up on his shoulder, not aware of Antonio speaking.
Suddenly, he felt the pressure of his earbud leave his left ear and the sounds of the loud hallway flooded his ear and pounded at the drums inside said ear. Along with the noise of the hallway, an accented voice slipped it's way in. He glared again, casting a glance to the Spaniard next to him. "That makes more sense!" Said the man as he held the earbud in his hand. "No wonder you weren't responding! Couldn't hear me, could you?" He asked with a slight laugh. Lovino grabbed the earbud and walked faster.
But the next thing he knew, he bumped into someone, was shoved back, and pinned against a locker. He gasped silently in shock and winced with the impact. Looking up, his eyes locked onto emerald green. His eyes scanned the one before him, regestering it was the Scottish bastard when he saw the unmistakable ginger hair. "Oi, what's goin' on here, runt? Like the present in yer locker?" He asked with a faint smirk.
Lovino scowled. "Oh, si, a lovely present. Now why don't you fuck off and leave me alone," he responded in a cold tone.
The Scot's eyes flared in anger and he took a jab to the Italian's stomach, making Lovino grunt. "Ya sorry piece o' shit!" He said with mallice, grabbing Lovino's hair and pulling, making the younger look into his eyes. Lovino vaguely registered seeing the Scot's brothers (all exept English bastard) come up behind him. Allistor looked Lovi in the eyes as he spoke. "Ya wanna say that again?" His voice low. Everyone in the hallway stared as this happened. They all knew that Allistor loved to pummle the scrawny Italian, that was no secret. But how he'd do it? That was the fun part.
A tanned hand tapped Allistor's shoulder. When he looked back, green met green. "Uh, hola! Do you mind? I was kinda talking to him..." Antonio trailed off. This confused the Scot to say the least.
"Yer kidding, right?" A shake of the head was the response. Allistor looked back at Lovino. The Italian was looking at Antonio, confusion written clearly on his face. Next thing Lovi knew, the hand was off his head, he was shoved into the locker again, and suddenly they left. But the Italian's eyes were still on the Spaniard.
Antonio took Lovi by the hand and started walking, thanking Allistor. Before Lovino could protest, he was in the music wing with Antonio- where no one went in the morning. "Are you alright?"
Lovino got over his confusion and shook his head, scowling at the guy in front of him. "Why the fuck do you care." He asked, though it didn't sound like a question. The tone of his voice was more like forget-about-it-and-leave-me-the-hell-alone.
"Because you were punched in the gutt by Allistor, of course," Antonio replied, seriousness in his voice. He noticed movement within the Italian's shirt pocket, holding his hands up before reaching into the shirt pocket, pulling out a cricket. The two stared at it for a moment, a smirk playing off the Spaniard's lips. He looked to Lovino who was looking at the cricket with something like amusement in his eyes. He looked down to his pocket, then back at the creature, before taking it from Antonio's hand and placing it near an open door.
Lovino then shook his head, remember what the other had said. "Yeah, well, thanks for the help, but seriously, butt the fuck out." With that, he turned and walked away briskly.
He heard behind him Antonio calling out, "Alright, see you later, Lovino!"
..That annoyed him to no fucking end...
What did Antonio, a member of the Bad Bastards Trio, think of him? Did he think that he was an idiot? Did he think he was desperate? Because if that's what he thought, then he would be one disappointed bastard! Lovino wasn't stupid! Lovino Vargas was not desperate! Lovino Vargas was a kid that could take whatever anyone threw at him! Be it punches, insults, pain, he could fucking handle it! And what a stupid Spanish bastard thought was not going to change that!...But he couldn't help thinking...Why did Antonio try to talk to him..? He'd never spoken to the guy before! The most he did was get annoyed and snapped at him, but never actually talked. While he had his internal monologue, he'd made it to his classroom, taken his seat, pulled out the homework and handed it in. The bell rung, and he tuned out any voices in his head and payed attention to the teacher, music still playing softly in his right ear.
~Never~Giving~In~
Antonio just wanted to see Lovino again. And it annoyed him, because he didn't have any classes with the kid! Of course, that's probably to be expected, considering he was a junior while the other was a sophomore. Through the course of the morning, he'd gone to English, math, gym, graphic designs, and was now in ceramics. In his class, he sat with Francis, Roderich and Elizabeth. Gilbert sat at another table, with Feliciano. Gilbert was only in the class becasue he wanted to be with his friends- he really didn't care for ceramics at all.
It was a work day, which meant that music played on the speakers throughout the room and you were able to sit where you pleased. The teacher said this helped with "creative flow". The six were all at one table, Francis working and talking at the same time, making a very nice sculpture that he said was supposed to end up like the Arc de Triomphe. Antonio was messing around with the clay, not sure what to make. And Gilbert kept throwing the clay at Roderich to annoy the other, Elizabeth just laughing the entire time. Feliciano sat quietly, brainstorming ideas, before deciding to make something for his brother. "I have enough sculptures," he'd explained when he was asked."Besides! Fratello says he likes my works! So I promised him I'd make him something."
"Oh, did he tell you what he'd like?" Elizabeth asked, shoving Gilbert playfully when he'd climbed onto her chair.
Feli shook his head. "He told me not to make him anything. That's why it's a surprise!" He explained, determined. He began to work, but no one could tell what he was making.
Gilbert looked to his trio, messing around with the clay, smirking at Roderich's irritated face. "So, anything interesting?"
Francis looked up for a moment. "I don't know about interesting, but if you don't start working, you might end up failing the project. Like the last time." They all burst into laughter- save for Gilbert.
"I didn't fail my last project," he protested, smirk playing off his lips and rolling his eyes.
Roderich raised an eyebrow. "You didn't? You got a D, then." More laughter.
"I will have you guys know, I got a damn good grade on it!" He boasted.
"D+?" The trio snickered as Elizabeth raised the question, Rod chuckling.
"..Screw all of you." Feli gave a soft chuckle at his response. Gil grimaced quickly, but quickly let a smile spread on his face, looking to Antonio. "What about you, dude?"
Antonio looked up, throwing a cautious glace at Feli. "Uh...You all know Lovino?" Everyone nodded and Feli raised his head, unused to hearing his brothers name come out of a bad touch trio member's mouth. "I stopped Allistor from kicking his ass," the Spaniard finished, looking down to his clay. The others were surprised that this was what he reported.
Feli's eyes were wide. "Is he okay?!" He asked worriedly.
Toni looked up to him, giving him a nod and smile. "Of course he is."
"So nothing happened to him?" Was the quick question.
He hesitated, before telling the truth. "He might have a bruise on his stomach, but that's about it." At his words, Feliciano pulled out his phone pulling up his text messages. He sent a quick text. 'Are you alright? I heard about Allistor!' He had to make sure his Fratello was alright.
"What'd you do to keep him from getting his ass kicked?" Francis asked.
"Just...Told Allistor to leave because I was talking to him. He let him go pretty easily." The others nodded thoughtfully.
A ping was heard and everyone looked toward Feli, who completely forgot about his project in favor of his phone. His brother had responded, 'Of course I'm fine, Fratellino. Don't worry." Feliciano sighed. Of course that's what his brother would say. /Don't worry./ Doesn't he understand that he'll always worry? 'Are you hurt?' He sent. The response was almost immediate. 'I'm fine.' 'Are you really?' He could see his brother typing. 'I only hurt my stomach. It's no big deal! Really.' He thought for a moment. '...Meet me in the bathroom by the cafeteria before your lunch hour?' 'Va bene' Feli slid his phone back into his pocket, unaware of the silence that had followed while on his phone. He then just worked on his project for the rest of the hour.
When the bell rang, Feli was the first one out. The other five looked to each other, and shrugged, waving goodbye. When the bad touch trio made it to the hallway, a hand
reached out and grabbed Gilbert. The albino followed the arm up to Matthew and smirked. "Sup?" He asked.
The quiet teen walked with the group, saying quietly, "Feli wants us to make sure that Lovino is alright, since he knows we have lunch with him." The group nodded in understanding and walked to their respective lockers before going to the cafeteria.
~Never~Giving~In~
Feli waited in the bathroom, bag on his shoulders, waiting for his brother to show up. The door to the bathroom opened, and light green met brown. "Fratello!" Feliciano said happily.
Lovino gave a nod and small smile before it disappeared. "So what's this about? You're going to be late for class, Feli," he chided.
"I head about you and Allistor. Let me see your stomach."
He sighed. "Fratellino, I'm fi-."
"Per favore, let me see?" The younger asked, a pleading look in his eyes. Lovino looked up to the cieling, his shoulders slightly slumping, before he lifted his shirt high enough to see the bruise. "...Does Allistor have a ring?"
"Not that I know of, why?" Asked the elder, looking down to his stomach. He saw the mark that Feli was asking about and furrowed his brow, before shrugging. "I guess so."
Feliciano looked up to Lovino worriedly. "Is there anything else?" He asked cautiously.
Lovino shook his head. "Nessun, there's nothing else. That's it, and I'm fine."
"..Va bene."
Lovino smiled at his brother. Yup, Feli cared. "Did you eat?" A nod. "Are you going to Ludwig's or Kiku's house today after school?"
"Are you staying after today?"
"Si, I need to practice."
Feli thought a moment. "Si, I think they can hang out today. Maybe even Alfredo!" Lovino rolled his eyes, smirking at the nickname. "Then can we practice together when we get home?"
"If you want." An enthusiastic nod. "Then that's the plan. No go to class, you're not allowed to skip."
Feli chuckled. "Va bene. Ti amo, Fratello!"
"Anch'io ti amo, Fratellino." He walked out behind his brother, pushing him along.
Feli ran off, turning back to call, "Make sure you eat!"
"No worries!" He called back, walking to the cafeteria.
~Never~Giving~In~
A lunch table had six seats per table, and two tables pushed side by side. The bad touch trio's group took up one half. This lunch group consisted of Francis, Gilbert, Antonio, Matthew, and Arthur. On the other side of the table was Mathias (a friend of Gilbert's- they always wrecked havoc), Lukas, Emil, Tino and Berwald. The two groups didn't mind talking to each other, and would often converse, but only when they felt like it. This was not one of those days.
"Do you see him?" Francis asked Antonio, who was looking all over the cafeteria for the brunette. Antonio flashed him a glance then shook his head, staying quiet. He looked down to his lunch.
Not two mintes later did he whip his head up, hearing a tray clatter on the ground as the cafeteria went deathly silent. The only words you heard was a thick Scottish accent saying, "Well look who we got here. The runt." Arthur cussed softly under his breath at seeing his brother.
Antonio stood up to get a good look. On the ground before the Scot, was a brunette with an olive complexion, his lunch across the floor next to where he was laying. Said brunette got up on his elbows before turning around to meet eyes with the ginger. Allistor smirked before grabbing the Italian by his collar and lifting him in front of his face, Lovino's hands clawing at the others. "Looks like it's time we had fun with ye useless ass."
~Never~Giving~In~
Hey y'all! Ah, inspiration~. Sorry if it's not a great chapter, but I'm kind of proud of it... Not all of it, mind you. I just feel happy with how I played out the Feli/Lovi scenes.
The beginning: I'd been thinking of a spin-off following the Germans, so you could see how I view their home and how their relations are. I have an actual reason why Gil gets them out of the house at a certain time.
The only reason I portray Feli this way is because of my awesome friend MG6673, so I can't take credit for my Feli.
More Antonio/Lovino stuff in later chapters, this is really so you get to know the characters, honestly. Can anyone guess what Lovi plays as an instument? I know I kept it very vague, and that's because of Antonio, the lovable lil' bastard. *Huggles* If you can guess, I'll tell ya if you're right, and you'll get a special shout-out!
I hope to get out the next chapter next Friday, and if not, the Sunday. Deal? In the mean time, please R&R! You know it goes a long way~!
I will not give in. I will never give in. No matter what happens, I will fight!