It wasn't creepy. At all! Angels did things like this all the time, damn it, so why not him? Antonio jumped from his perch on the edge of a roof and landed on the one in front of him, taking extra care to stay invisible. Not that he needed to because, as previously stated, what he was doing wasn't creepy! So what if he was jealous enough to have sulked in his room until Lovino left and then followed him, after changing his shirt of course. So what if he was glaring holes into the back of his date's pretty blonde head.
Her and her stupid green headband and her new green dress that swished around her legs in just the right way when she walked and her stupid cheery smile and stupid rosy cheeks. Stupid females, they ruin everything!
"Go die in a hole," Antonio grumbled and crossed his arms with a huff. A half scowl, half pout on his face. It was called being a 'Guardian Angel'; he was certainly not stalking them. Nope, because, of course, he wasn't so jealous that he'd follow them around! That was just crazy.
She said something that made Lovino smile and then he started laughing. Antonio growled…Ok so maybe he was a little bit. Taking a deep breath, he tried to beat Jealousy down with a stick, it was hard but he managed to keep it down enough for him to actually think of Lovino and if he was happy or not. From how often he smiled it was obvious he was and here Antonio stood, wanting to take that away from him for the sake of his own happiness. He felt sickened.
"…I really am the worst," He mumbled and looked away.
"I dunno about that," a raspy voice said from his left. Antonio jumped; nearly falling off the roof of the building that over looked the market place, spinning around to face the voice. Gilbert stood there watching the couple of interest. He wore the same outfit from before but this time he was carrying a black violin case over his shoulder.
"What are you doing here?" Antonio asked once his heart calmed down. Gilbert pointed to their right; Antonio followed his finger, scanning the crowd, green eyes landed on a blonde head that had an odd curl drooping down.
"Mattie wanted to hear me play. I bet him that I could draw a crowd" Gilbert explained. "You?"
Antonio looked back down at Lovino and watched the girl point at something down the line of stalls, grabbed his hand and pulled him along.
"Praying for a miracle," The albino, having a date to get back to, clamped his hand on the Spaniard's shoulder, shaking him gently then unfurled his wings and rejoined Matthew. Antonio watched them until he couldn't see Gilbert's white hair anymore. He sighed and jumped to the next roof, jogging to catch up with Lovino. He followed them all throughout the market, watching them buy ice cream and an impressive bouquet of flowers and checking out almost every stall. They zigzagged their way through most of the market and when they neared a large fountain Antonio easily picked up Gilbert's violin.
A set of notes, delivered in rapid succession, caught Antonio's attention. A grin erupted onto his face as recognition dawned on him; Gilbert was playing the Prussian Quartet. The blonde girl pulled Lovino over to the fountain, mesmerized by the music. Gilbert was already surrounded by a mass of people but they managed to shoulder their way to the front. The albino's eyes were closed as he let the music take him, making him sway back and forth but kept his feet firmly planted.
He was entrancing; nobody could take their eyes off of him, including Antonio. It wasn't long before someone had the brilliant idea to pull their date into their arms and started dancing to the music. Many young men followed his lead and soon nearly everyone that was there with someone was dancing. Antonio smiled and looked to Lovino, a warm feeling in his chest as he fantasized about flying down and stealing him from his date for a dance or two.
But as he watched, the Italian turned to his date and, to Antonio's horror, held his hand out in a silent request to dance. He smile instantly feel from his face. She smiled and stepped closer to Lovino, wrapping her arm around his shoulders, the flowers gently held in her hand, she raised her other hand and laid it in Lovino's, his other hand was resting on her hip. Antonio grit his teeth as he watched them dance along with the others.
He hated to admit it, even silently, but they did look rather good together. Reality hit him hard in that moment, looking at all the humans dancing and laughing. They were so full of life, with their entire futures in front of them, waiting to be lived. However Antonio was dead, his future held no promise of anything great, all he could do was watch over those who's did. He didn't belong in the life of a human nor did he belong anywhere in their future, just in the back ground, religion and legend. A deep, defeated sigh left his lips, his shoulders slumped and tears threatened to spill over. It was by sheer will alone that kept them at bay.
A small and gently smile laced with sadness upturned the corners of his lips; if he couldn't be happy with Lovino then he could at least be happy for him. Antonio forced himself to watch Lovino dance with his date, it was his smile that captured the angel's attention for it was such a rare and beautiful thing to behold.
Gilbert played up beat songs and some slow songs, blending them together so well that it sounded like he was playing one really long song that had its own ups and downs instead of several three minute songs. Antonio found himself wishing he had brought his guitar with him. The Spaniard was about to guild down and walk away when Lovino and his date stopped moving as they gazed at each other. Antonio watched as they leaned forward and kissed. His heart gave a painful stutter and start, almost as if it didn't know if it wanted to die or jump into his throat and choke him.
She suddenly pulled away like she had just been burnt, a blush colored her face and tears pooled at the corners of her eyes.
Was she…no, she couldn't be. Why would she be ashamed of kissing Lovino? But the look in her eyes was as clear as day to Antonio. He jumped off the roof and pushed his way through the crowd until he was in ear shot but out of sight.
"-else and…I'm so sorry but this was a mistake…It's not fair to you, I'm sorry!" Her voice cracked at the end, she pushed the bouquet into Lovino's chest and ran away with tears streaming down her face. What? Part of Antonio felt bad but the other part wanted to jump for joy. Lovino looked hurt, no that was putting it lightly, he looked devastated. He wore the look that always slipped onto his face whenever someone compared him to Feliciano or outright said that the younger twin was better at something.
Antonio's heart squeezed painfully. Lovino quickly masked his feelings and put his right hand deep inside his pocket. Antonio glanced down at the hand holding the bouquet, his knuckles where white from the tight grip. He moved to take a step forward when Lovino turned on his heel, his back facing Antonio, and started walking away.
What was this, a gift from God? But it had been so sudden, just abruptly dropped in his lap! It was happening so fast, he didn't know if he could do this and-Snap back Antonio, you're not being proposed to. Stop acting like a girl. He chided himself.
Shaking himself, Antonio ran after Lovino, when he caught up he became visible again after being sure no one was looking.
"Lovi?" Antonio asked. Lovino stopped dead and swirled around and glared up at the Spaniard.
"What the fuck are you doing here, bastard?!" He shouted. Crap, what was he doing here? Antonio held his hands up in surrender and smiled gently, his mind racing to come up with a lie.
"Uh…I was here with Gilbert," he said. Yes good lie, well done. Antonio mentally gave himself a pat on the back. Lovino glared one last time then turned around and started to walk away again, his grip on the flowers tightened.
"Hey," Antonio said gently, he followed Lovino and reached down then curled his hand around Lovino's. "The flowers…You shouldn't squeeze them like that," he said and pulled them to a stop, wrapping his other arm around Lovino's shoulders to pull him back, hugging him from behind. The Italian froze, with Antonio's chest against his back, Lovino could feel his heartbeat. It was a strange sensation, feeling a dead man's heart, yet despite that it beat strongly.
Lovino bit his lip, it hadn't escaped his notice that Antonio was wearing a different shirt and that the other one had had something red on it. He hadn't thought much of it but looking back it kind of looked like blood.
Why hadn't he just come out and told him that he was hurt? Over the year that they had known each other, Antonio was always there for him when Lovino was hurt, even if it was something small like a burn, even now, when his heart felt broken, Antonio was there to hold him. So why couldn't he let Lovino in enough to let him do the same? That's what friends did, damn it!
Or was he not special enough to be called 'friend'?
Smiling when it hurt…being there…holding him…reaching out and grabbing his hand when he needed it…everything people have a hard time doing, Antonio did it without a second thought. It made Lovino feel that he was somehow emotionally inferior to the angel. Perhaps that was it; he wasn't strong enough to be able to be there for the Spaniard.
"What the fuck do you know about it, bastard?" Lovino growled. He roughly shrugged Antonio's arms off of him and spun around to face him, eyes blazing. Lovino hadn't meant the flowers but that's obviously how Antonio took it.
"They're living things, Lovi. Don't you know it's bad to crush living things?" He asked teasingly in an attempt to lighten the mood. It didn't work, if anything, it only made Lovino madder. The Italian pulled his arm back and then brought his open palm against Antonio's face in a hard slap.
The angel's head snapped to the side from the force of the blow.
Lovino spun on his heel and stormed away before Antonio could see the regret on his face and the slowly forming tears in his hazel eyes.