A/N: So I'm back. No lemon this chapter, it's more of a comedy thing. Just what happens during movie night, part 1. Part 2 is up to your imagination (I thought it'd be nice for once); next 2 chapters will be a follow up of what happens afterward, and yep, lemony. Involving who? You won't know till then!
When you get to / (or /? Well, a bunch of slashes) that means I just stopped with the whole Italies speaking Italian thing (and other languages like Spanish). I get the feeling I'm saying the wrong things, it adds word count, and I think it might more annoying than pleasureful to you guys. If you want the foreign speaking back, just tell me, but I'll stop for now. PLEASE tell me what you like better! I don't mind either way!
I dunno HOW this happened, but the indentations were maintained when I copied and pasted...
I don't own anything but the plot. No warnings for this chapter.
One may wonder why exactly is Feli inviting the Germans over for movie night, considering that he and Lud are exes, but the answer is simple: they made up and became friends.
Long ago, during WWII, Feli and Lud were an inseperable couple. They'd do everything together, or so Feli thought. Lud led Feli to believe that his boss was simply sending the Jews away, but one day, Feli found out the truth and ran away. For a few decades, he was afraid of Ludwig, afraid of what he'd do to his people, but as we approach the modern age, Feli began to see change in the blonde, a change heading toward tolerance and acceptance of all. Sometime after the fall of the Berlin Wall, he had lost his fear completely and decided to get in touch with the man who had been so kind and gentle to him half a century ago…
Back to the story, Toni heard a thunderously loud, "CHIGIIIII!" from the living room. He thought about going to see what was the matter, but after pondering for a few seconds, he decided it was probably best to stay downstairs.
"E adesso, fratello?" Feli asked, sighing.
"What now, brother?" Feli asked, sighing.
"El zipper… cazzo è bloccato!" Lovi yelled.
"The zipper… it's fucking stuck!" Lovi yelled.
"Fratello..." Feli went to Lovi, zipping up his fly on the first try. Lovi only blushed. "Come on… let's go…"
"Ohh, che parla inglese ora? Come raro di te," Lovi commented.
"Ohh, speaking English now? How rare of you," Lovi commented.
"Andiamo e basta…" Feli muttered, heading down. As he went down the stairs, he plastered on his fake smile, secretly angered that he didn't get to fuck his brother all the way.
"Let's just go…" Feli muttered, heading down. As he went down the stairs, he plastered on his fake smile, secretly angered that he didn't get to fuck his brother all the way.
Once downstairs, they all sat down on the couch, Lovi ending up the one in the middle. Toni was quick to put his arm around Lovi and snuggle him.
"Che cosa?" Lovi shrieked, turning red. Toni only laughed, noticing Lovi didn't even try to move. He's so soft! He thought, not letting go. Feli also giggled at the scene.
As Feli was about to turn on the TV, the door bell rang. "E… yo responder!" He fluttered, in fail-Spanish. Toni did his best not to laugh.
As Feli was about to turn on the TV, the door bell rang. "Uh… me answers!" He fluttered, in fail-Spanish. Toni did his best not to laugh.
Lovi, however, was more short-tempered and chose to correct his 'idiot' of a brother. "Idiota! É, 'yo respondo!' o 'yo lo cojo!'"
Once Lovi finished his little rant, Feli opened the door and greeted the new arrivals. "Ciao, Ludwig! Gilberto!"
"Guten tag," Lud returned.
"Heyy!" Gil chimed: "Na~ Wie geht's denn meinen Fave-Italienern, hm?"
"Heyy!" Gil chimed. "How are my favorite Italians?"
"Ganz gut! Danke~!" Italy answered.
"Very good, thanks~!" Italy answered.
"Can you all just shut the fuck up and sit down already?" Lovino interrupted.
"Kesesesesesesese~ What's this? Did the Spanish manwhore finally settle down with a bitch?" Gil queried upon seeing Toni's arm around Lovi.
While Toni laughed, Lovi snapped and started going on a rant at the Prussian. Meanwhile, the other three had their own conversation going.
"Dime, Lud, how've you been?" Toni asked.
"Gut, danke. And you?" he responded, being polite.
"Ahh excelente! Just yesterday I harvested some tomatoes, y wow, cuantos tomates!" Toni beamed.
"Ahh how great! For me nothing really exciting's gone on. Life's the same as always, being pestered by bruder constantly. How about you, Italien, any interesting stories to tell?"
"Ohh dios mío, si él tiene una historia que—"
"Ohhh my god, if he has a story to—"
"No, no! Nothing's happened that I can really call interesting~" Feli interrupted with a smile.
"Qué? But what about—" Toni's insistence gained him a hidden step on the foot. He didn't show any signs of pain, but Feli's more rough than many believe. Operation Embarrass the Italians has failed.
Soon enough, the quiet conversation escalated into a heated talk about football and also about how America's butchered the name, and the violent yelling between the older brothers turned into… well, Lovino throwing everything within reach at the red-eyed Prussian, who dodged it all laughing.
When Feli noticed that Lovino was about to throw an old portrait of Grandpa Rome in his blind rage, he screamed, "Stop!"
Thankfully, all present in the house froze.
"Feli, che cosa?" Lovino simply stared with a blank expression.
"Idiota, guardare a ciò che avete in mano!" Feli facepalmed, only afterward realizing his mistake in character. He quickly pretended to cower and shiver, making others think he was scared. To his advantage, it worked.
"Idiot, look at what you're holding!" Feli facepalmed, only afterward realizing his mistake in character. He quickly pretended to cower and shiver, making others think he was scared. To his advantage, it worked.
"…..Oh," Lovi muttered, turning red as he put the frame back in its place.
"Aww look how cute! He's turning red as a—"
"You finish that sentence and I'll chop off your fucking head!" Lovi growled. Toni couldn't help but giggle anyway. Lovi sighed and continued in a normal voice, "What were we doing before this discussion?"
"…Absolutely nothing," Prussia pointed out.
"I wasn't asking you!" Romano blushed.
"Fratello, Signor Prussia's right…" Italy pointed out feebily.
"…..I'm gonna go get some wine." Romano quickly paced to the kitchen, getting away from them all. Once out of their earshot, he couldn't stop himself from mumbling a string of profanities and slam everything in sight.
"PERCHÉ PERCHÉ PERCHÉ PERCHÉ PERCHÉEEEE?" He screamed at the window. Almost immidiately afterward, he grabbed the first bottle of wine in sight and started drinking the hell out of it. and boy, did it taste good to him!
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"Fratello, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Feliciano glared, holding himself back from slapping Lovino. Lovino could only be startled by his sudden appearance in the kitchen. "Just what exactly are you trying to do here, drinking our best wine?"
"…Nothing. Just nothing," he mumbled miserably.
"Well, pull yourself together," Feli snarled quietly as he tried to yank his brother up, met by a slap in the hand.
"Maybe I don't want to!" Lovi defended, still sitting on the floor.
Feli sighed as he tried again. "Get up."
"No."
"Get up!"
"No!"
"Get up!"
"NO!"
"GET THE FUCK UP!"
"Hell. No."
Seeing violence wasn't working, he tried his more famous tactic. "Per favore, fratellone?" He pouted, putting on his classic puppy eyes.
As much as Lovi hated to admit it, those eyes worked on him. "….FINE." And so the Southern half got up. "You know, I really hate that look of yours," Lovino lied.
Feli chuckled, instantly in a lighter mood from earlier. "Ti amo troppo…"
Lovi sighed, grinning as he ruffled his fratellino's hair. "What am I going to do with you?"
Feli giggled as he responded, "You could do me tonight~!"
Another sigh from Lovi. "Oh Feliciano… it seems like your dick's bigger than your head sometimes… why don't you go do someone else for a change?"
"Well, fratello… I'm shy. What if they don't let me top like you do?" he asked innocently.
"Then claim them, like you do to me," Lovi snorted, trying to hold in his laughter. "Come on, we've got to get that wine going…"
Lovino capped the good wine and replaced it with an excellent Spanish wine he bought the other day. Antonio's gonna love this, he thought as he poured the two glasses. His brother poured his own glass, so he poured the glasses of the 'potato bastards.' Just as he was about to do it, Feliciano advised him—
"Don't put dishwater into their wine, like you did the last time." When they came over last month, the Germans were spitting out their 'awfully tasting' wine. It tasted exactly like soap.
Lovino grumbled profanities as he headed outside to give everyone their wine. He carried Toni's and Gil's while Feli carried Ludwig' Lovi gave Gilbert the wine, it was a miracle that he resisted the urge to pour the wine on his head.
Toni took the first sip of his wine. "Wow, Lovi, qué rico! Is this Spanish?" He asked, noting its peculiar Spanish flare, even going so far as already knowing which wine it is.
"PSHHHH no! It's Italian! Southern Italian to be exact!" Lovino lied. As his best friend, Toni immediately saw through it but did not comment.
And so they passed the evening.
And that's the end of Chapter 2! Now that you read it, if you haven't figured it out by now, I didn't write the rest of what happened because I thought it'd be boring, I was too lazy, and I simply couldn't come up with anything. I BLAME AMERICA FOR MAKING ME DO HIS STUDY GUIDE (Irony, WDC World Dancing JUST turned on as I wrote this...)!
Yeah, so tell me how you liked it. I don't know what else to say, so see ya next chapter, full of lemonosity!
R&R!