CHAPTER 7: Errors

Antonio was talking non-stop at dinner, which caused Lovino's concern to dwindle. Having lived with Antonio for as long as he had allowed him to get to know the sunny Spaniard incredibly well. He knew practically everything about him, considering that Antonio was a rather open person about everything, unlike himself. Lovino envied that about him, and thought that speaking with Antonio was rather eye-opening. However, Lovino being who he is, never really knew how to talk to people, especially men in general, and so he always acted cold towards Antonio. He never meant any of the spiteful insults he threw Antonio's way, even though he was 79% sure that it didn't phase Antonio in any way.

There still was that 21% of uncertainty, however, that practically clawed at the back of Lovino's mind.

However, he locked the clawing to the back of his mind, as he normally does, and moved on with his life. He figured he wasn't worth much enough to Antonio to actually hurt him too much, so he just kept on his mask and lived his incredibly boring life on this stupid farm millions of miles away from his home in Italy, that he still missed even though its been forever since he's moved, and wait did Grandpa just ask him something?

"What did you say?" Lovino asked, blinking out of his reverie.

Grandpa was sitting across the table, twirling a mouthful of pasta onto his fork and raising his eyebrows at Lovino. Placing the fork down on his plate, he cleared his throat.

"I said, Lovino," Grandpa enunciated, drawing out each syllable like he was talking to a pre-schooler, "Antonio was telling me about what happened today with Lili. He mentioned that you noticed how she's grown up into a lovely young woman, which indeed she has. I most certainly have noticed." Grandpa let out a booming laugh, which Lovino met by rolling his eyes. Feliciano wrinkled his nose and mumbled about how Grandpa is too old for her. Grandpa cleared his throat once again, and continued on. "In any case, Lili is a wonderful woman, and I would approve of you two, should you perchance wish to, how do you young kids say it, 'win her over with your sparkling good looks which you most definitely received from me no doubt.'" Grandpa finished with a flourish of his fork and placed his hand over his heart, which caused Lovino to emit a noise that was half snort, half laugh. Lovino wiped away the tears he pretended were at his eyes, and he noticed Antonio nearly choking on his pasta as he glanced between Grandpa and Lovino, with a look in his eyes that Lovino could only describe as fear. That, however, made no sense at all to Lovino, so he chugged down a glass of water to clear his throat, and responded to his Grandpa.

"Very funny Grandpa. Like there's anyway you would ever be considered good-looking to anyone that had a set of working eyes. And in any case, I don't think I'll be wooing anyone just yet, especially not Lili. She's practically a sister, Grandpa, that's a bit gross."

"But you do have to admit, she is rather attractive. Personally I think you two would be rather adorable together."

Lovino tried to envision a life with Lili as his girlfriend. He imagined them going on dates to the movie theater, or horse riding, or a picnic or something. He imagined giving her a welcome home kiss, imagined curling up with her on a cold winter night, her falling asleep on his shoulder and him taking her upstairs and gently placing her in bed and lightly ruffling her brown hair, as he changed Antonio into just his boxers and quietly slipped under his arms and fell asleep wrapped in his embrace feeling his heartbeat through his back.

"Wait what the fuck when did Lili change to Antonio holy shit stop thinking Lovino eat your damn pasta." Lovino smacked his head and started shoveling pasta into his mouth, easily finishing his dinner in record-breaking time. Jumping up from his seat he tossed his plate in the sink and made to dash up the stairs to the safety of his room.

"Where are you going Lovino, there's still dessert! It's Grandpa's homemade tiramisu, your favorite." Feliciano called out.

"Not hungry anymore. I need to shower. And I don't think we would be a cute couple, no way, sorry Grandpa ." Lovino replied curtly, quickly rounding the corner and sprinting up the stairs, slipping on the last step and falling directly on his face. Grunting, he glanced around to make sure no one saw that, and casually slipped into the bathroom. Catching his breath, he smoothed back his hair and leaned against the sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror.

"The fuck was that, Lovino? Just, what in the world did you just imagine?" He noticed the blush slowly creeping through his cheeks, and had the urge to punch a wall. He yanked the faucet on and splashed water on his face, as if trying to wash away the redness, but to no avail. Pushing himself angrily away from the sink, he quickly peeled off his clothes and chucked them into the wicker laundry basket next to the toilet. Jumping into the shower, he turned the water to positively freezing, and tried to forget what had just occurred.

Lovino spent a good 20 minutes just standing there, letting the torrent of water slide down his body, before he realized he actually should wash his hair and whatnot. Grabbing his shampoo from the sides of the shower, he squirted a dollop of the liquid into his hands and smacked his head, lathering his wavy hair and creating a collection of bubbles. As he turned around to rinse the shampoo out from his hair, he heard the door open, and he wondered how that was possible as he was pretty sure he locked it.

"Feli? Is that you? I'm kinda taking a shower here. Would love it if you didn't barge on in here" Lovino called out, frowning as he looked for his conditioner. "Actually now that you're here, have you seen my conditioner? It's not in the shower" he asked, throwing open the shower curtain, as he was fairly comfortable with being naked in the same room as a man who was his identical twin. He looked around for his missing hair product, when he realized that it wasn't his brother that was in the bathroom with him, but Antonio. Lovino froze in his tracks and stared Antonio straight in the face. Both looked morbidly terrified to find themselves in such a situation. Gathering his wits, Lovino let out a yelp and jumped back into the shower and fumbling with the curtain. Antonio kept stammering apologies and trying to find excuses, but he eventually just settled upon "I'm so sorry Lovino, um, I'll just leave now. Grandpa Rome told me to tell you that we ate all the tiramisu, and that he borrowed your conditioner. It's now in the sink, and I am leaving now."

Lovino, sprawled against the back wall of the shower, let out a sigh of relief as he heard the door shut lightly. He gathered himself together, peaked out of the curtain to make sure no one else was in the room, and grabbed his conditioner to finally finish his shower.

Antonio dashed out of the room as quickly as he could and slammed the bathroom door shut. Leaning his back up against the wooden door, he slowly slid to the floor, placing his face in his hands.

Dios mios Antonio, what was that? He thought, squashing his face. That was so rude, you should have knocked, you absolutely knew he was in there! My god I probably scared the shit out of him.

Slowly standing up, Antonio ran a hand through his hair, and meandered over to his room.

You have just seen Lovino stark naked.

Stopping dead in his tracks Antonio smacked his head to try to rid himself of the memory, but his brain enjoys screwing him over, so he continued to think about it

He thought about how comfortable Lovino was being naked with him in the room, even though he thought Antonio was Feliciano. He thought about how the water slowly dripped down his lean, tanned body. He thought about how red Lovino's face turned when he realized it was Antonio. He thought about what it would be like to join Lovino in the showe-

Smacking himself once more, he quickly ran into his room and shut the door.

"Antonio, my friend," he said aloud to himself, "you need help."

Lovino flopped down on his bed, face-down onto his pillow. Letting out a heavy sigh, he laid there in his old ratty pajama pants just enjoying the comfort of his own bed. Then Feliciano burst through the door to hop into his own bed, which unfortunately for Lovino was situated on the opposite side of the room from his. The third week after Antonio came in to live with them, Grandpa bought him a bed, and forced either Feliciano or Lovino to give up a room for Antonio. Lovino, being the stubborn one, refused to do so, and so Feliciano moved his bed into Lovino's room, forever removing any possibility of alone time.

"Lovi! Hey, what's up brother? Have a nice shower?" Feliciano asked, jumping onto Lovino's bed and snuggling up to his brother. Lovino in response, lightly kicked his brother in the shin and grunted, eliciting a high-pitched whine from Feliciano, who immediately jumped up and sat at the edge of the bed.

"Lovino that hurt why would you kick me I'm your brother!" Feliciano pouted.

"It's because you're my brother that I kick you. It's brotherly-love or some shit like that." Lovino replied.

"So you love me? I knew it!"

"Fuck off"

"You said it! Don't tell me to fuck off when you said you loved me!" Feliciano jumped back on the bed and snuggled right up against Lovino again, who in return, kicked him again. Feliciano, however was prepared this time, and dodged his brother's foot, and wrapped his leg around it to snuggle even closer. Lovino squirmed and writhed, till he finally removed himself from Feliciano's iron-grip, and jumped out of the bed and flopped onto Feliciano's.

"I would greatly recommend that you do not snuggle with me otherwise you may risk losing what small balls you have," Lovino said, curling up into a small ball and pressing himself to the wall as closely as he could. Feliciano gave a laugh, and walked over to his bed. Lightly ruffling his brother's hair and pulling the covers over Lovino's body, Feliciano wished his brother a good night and shut the lights off, encompassing them in darkness.

Lovino thought that night about what the hell happened at dinner. He thought about how when he was imagining a life with Lili, he felt no attachment whatsoever. He thought about how when he shifted his thoughts to Antonio, his stomach became a condominium for butterflies. He thought about the fact that clearly there was something incredibly wrong about him. Grandpa has told him and his brother time and time again: women are the best creatures on the planet to love, and it should always be that way.

So why don't I feel that way around women? Lovino wondered. I mean sure, I flirt with the ladies, and I kiss them and make out and shit, but it's never love. I'm 18 shouldn't I be trying to fall in love and get married? I mean grandpa was totally all for it, so why am I not?

Lovino sighed, and lightly ran his fingers through his hair. More importantly, why the fuck am I feeling what I should for ladies, for Antonio, of all the people in this god damned world, mother fucking Antonio, whose practically my brother? I mean really, why him?

Lovino stared up at the ceiling, listening to the soft snores that Feliciano made as he fell into sleep. He punched his pillow, trying to shift his thoughts away from the path he was on, but Lovino's brains enjoy intentionally screwing him over, as they have done so many a times when he thinks. He continued to think about Antonio. He thought about how he is the most sickeningly sweet and sunniest person he has ever met besides his brother. He thought about how Antonio was so incredibly optimistic, compared to Lovino's own pessimistic outlook. He thought about how Antonio always smiled, and how when he was smiling Lovino's stomach did backflips. He thought about how nice his eyes were, and how when Antonio smiled, the corners of those eyes crinkled in such an endearing way. He thought about the way Antonio's lip curled up ever so slightly when he made an incredibly intelligent comeback, and how when he laughed the whole world laughed along with him. He thought of Antonio, and Lovino couldn't help but start to smile.

Then he punched the wall to feel manly again, forced his brain to count sheep like a five-year old, and fell asleep.

AN: haahaha remember when I said I will be uploading more? ha, camp said screw you.

Totally forgot I had summer camp to go to Im sorry TT^TT. But yeah here's the next chapter, all squishy and dorky wowow. In the next chapter, expect more Antonio and a bit of Gilbert, Lili, Feli, and Ludwig. yupyup

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