Chapter Seven:
Antonio had a headache – which was kind of good because then at least he knew he had a head. Which always worried him; Heracles, once when they were little, had told him there were diseases where your limbs would just drop right off. It had given the poor kid horrible nightmares. Ever since then Antonio had developed a strict regime of checking all his body parts were where he left them the night before.
If only that had included his body as a whole though... because right now, he had no idea where he was.
One eye open, turned on his side, the Spanish boy looked at the window. It wasn't his window. He could tell because it didn't have those glow-in-the-dark star stickers all around it.
These weren't his sheets, because his sheets had racing cars printed on them.
And that wasn't his collection of Italian CDs – because, well, he listened to the classics: Backstreet Boys, Spice Girls, Robby Williams, and of course, Aqua.
In retrospect – Antonio decided he needed to redecorate his room. This one looked much more adult than his did.
"Shit" he whispered. What had he done now? He paused, listening to the obvious sound of faint snores behind him
Gingerly he rolled over. Eyes growing wide, he tried not to scream.
He was lying in bed with Lovino Vargas.
Wait...He was lying in bed with Lovino Vargas!?
Lovino, with his little curl of hair and mouth hanging droopily open, was shirtless. Antonio shifted. Gasping, he grabbed his own chest – he was shirtless too!
Now, the Spanish boy had a nasty trait of sleeping naked, though he only ever did so in his own home. Oh, and Heracles' home, but that didn't count because it was as good as home to him. Antonio took a few minutes to compose himself; he slid his hand over his lap, pulling up the white cotton sheets.
Yeah... he was naked.
He dropped the covers and put his head in his hands. "Shit!" he gasped.
"Shit!" he said again, looking over at Lovino. They... they hadn't... you know... had they?
Antonio lifted up the sheet on that side of the bed, Lovino's tanned skin shivering slightly in the morning cool.
He was naked too.
"Aw, god dammit!" Antonio cursed, falling back into the pillows.
He hadn't done anything this stupid in a while!
"Eh, god damn what, you idiot?" Lovino muttered suddenly, turning around. He had the look of a grumpy bear – even if he was cute and little and Italian. With a small smile, he placed a hand on Antonio's chest.
That was the last straw for the Spanish teenager. The camel's back broke.
"OHMAHGAWD I JUST FORGOT!" lied Antonio quickly, jumping out of bed and pulling on some pants, "I promised to walk Heracles to school today – he had to drop some of his cats off at the vets, and like, you know what cats are like!! Ahaha!!" He must have looked insane.
But that didn't stop him from bolting.
And before Antonio could fully register what he was doing, he was half way to Heracles house, tears running down his face.
The big old white house came into view as he turned another corner.
Several cats skidding out of his way as he ran, barefoot and shirtless.
"MUUUMMM!" he'd called Athena his Mum as long as he could remember, she let him too. With a flying kick, he flew through the flywire door and into the kitchen. Regaining his breath as he watched Athena, who had been making breakfast, scream and fly back against the fridge.
"EEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" she made the sign of the cross with her fingers and thrust it at him.
"Mum!?" he sobbed.
"Antonio?"
"I think I've made a big mistake!"
"...Oh god".
Antonio wasn't sure which the bigger mistake was though; sleeping with Lovino, or running away when he woke up the next morning.
From the shadows of the hallway, Heracles watched. He couldn't believe Antonio would be so stupid – well, actually, he kind of could. But he knew there was one person who could fix this up.
Nearly silently, he crept back to his room.
The Greek boy turned on his computer – a big old dusty PC that he didn't care about upgrading. Sitting down, he logged on to his instant messenger.
SUVOLAKI-LOVER says: Oh man, I need some advice!
Nihon1991 says: Good morning Heracles-kun, how might I be of assistance?
SUVOLAKI-LOVER says: Haha, ah, you gotta promis not to tell first!
Nihon1991 says: Of course, I would not tell a private conversation to others.
SUVOLAKI-LOVER says: Great! Well, haha, you won't believe this but, it's got to do with Antonio.
Nihon1991 says: ...what has he done this time?
Heracles smiled – Kiku was always there for sound advice. While Heracles could often provide good advice himself, he had been told that he was too in-the-clouds for some people. His thoughts drifted too far and became obscure, apparently.
Kiku was down to earth.
Except for his fascination with giant robots.
Heracles' smile fell a fraction, a tiny orange light beeped and another window popped up on the screen.
TuRkEY-wAnTs-Yo-VITAL-Regins says: Yo! Hercles, mah man. Sup? Missin yu man.
"Where's the block button again?" Heracles grunted.
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"So, remember, don't tell anybody we're living together right now... can you imagine the rumours that would go around the school?" Arthur repeated, giving Alfred a steely gaze as they walked into the school building together.
Al sighed, "I know! Jeez, what are you, my mum?"
"You wish"
Alfred did kind of wish... Arthur had let him not only watch Hannah Montana this morning, Arthur had let him sing along.
"Be-est of BOTH WORLDS!" sung Alfred, into his spoon. Arthur looked like his eyes were going to pop out.
"We have to get ready for school!"
"But...Arthur... It's Miley. Miley Cyrus".
"Who cares!?"
"DON'T SPEAK ABOUT MY FUTURE WIFE THAT WAY!!"
The taller American boy just laughed, "Oi, what are they going to say about it anyway? It's not so weird for two guys to live together!" he was so innocent sometimes.
Arthur smirked.
"I'm as camp as a row of tents, Alfred. Everybody knows it. I'm just looking out for you here". Which was true, Arthur couldn't imagine the things that Francis would say about them behind their backs. Nothing which would be of any benefit to the struggling football player, he was sure.
They were nearly at the main hall, where they would have to part. Scoffing, Alfred grabbed Arthur by the arm – pulling him closer – "You'd totally be the wifey!" he laughed, before bolting off.
"Don't forget this afternoon, you git!!"
AN: Help a confused girly out – is it Lovino or Romano? Seriously, I thought it was Lovi, and the sites I frequent say Lovino... but, then there's other fanart/fics that say Romano! I AM SO CONFUSED. O__O;
Totally reveals that I haven't been an APH-lover for all that long... ugh.
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NOW - Let's play a game.
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Why? Because I have two weeks of holidays left. I have to make them awesome!
Just post your guess down the bottom of the review (if you're going to submit one), thanks.
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