Flowers and Chocolates

Part 8: Lovina & Feliciana

Where in the world was she?

Lovina was incredibly annoyed with her stupid little sister right now. Incredibly annoyed. Feli had known that she wanted to get home early tonight. It was Lovi's night to cook after all and she still had to go out to the corner store and get groceries. If they didn't get back soon, she'd be up all night making dinner.

She was probably somewhere with the stupid potato bastard. Stupid little sister. Stupid stupid stupid Feli.

"Where the hell is she?"

"Maybe she's talking with a friend!" And that overly-happy response just managed to annoy her more.

Although it reminded her of the other reason she'd wanted to get home early tonight; the fact that Antonio was coming over for dinner. And, well... She'd sort of, kind of wanted to have some time alone with him. Not for any mushy, gushy romantic reason or anything stupid like that! She just needed to talk with him about some stuff! Some totally not romantic, non-couply stuff.

...Damn it, fine. She wanted to talk to him about wedding-related stuff tonight. Because she'd been thinking about it almost constantly for the past month or so. Driving herself crazy... She'd caught herself looking up wedding blogs online, fantasising about getting married out in the tomato fields; she'd even been having wedding-related dreams most nights.

And right now her fiancé was holding her hands, swinging them back and forth like a little kid while smiling at her radiantly and disarmingly. The bastard.

"She's probably with the potato bastard," she replied, scowling at him. Partly out of annoyance at her sister and partly out of annoyance at him for being so fucking gorgeous, damn it.

"Ve~ Lovi!"

And there was the idiot. Lovina hurriedly pulled her hands out of Antonio's grip—the last thing she wanted was for her sister to start going on about how cute they were—and turned on her little sister with a glare that would have stopped any intelligent person right in their tracks.

Feli just ignored it—or managed to somehow not notice it—and responded by tackling her with a hug. "I haven't seen you all day, Lovi!"

"I know." And it was all that potato bastard's fault. Lovi sent an annoyed glare toward him—he'd been following Feli at a safe distance—and was rather pleased when he immediately stopped in his tracks. Like a semi-intelligent, non-stupid-little-sister person. "It's going to be your fault if we have dinner late."

"I wanted to see the concert, though." She lifted her head and sent Lovi a perfectly innocent smile. Too innocent to actually be innocent. "Antonio's friends were very good."

"Sí! They were, weren't they?" Oh God, don't encourage the idiot. Lovi had just escaped from that creepy mariachi band. "José is very talented."

"Ve~" Feli answered with her weird little noise and suddenly Lovi's gaze settled on something that was resting on her little sister's finger. Something that hadn't been there when they left the house this morning. Something small and red...

It looked like a little tomato.

A little tomato on a ring.

A ring...

Oh no. That potato bastard had better not have...

"What's that?" she asked, trying to sound as normal as possible. And not like she wanted to kill a certain potato bastard.

Feli blinked in confusion for a moment, but then she realised what her sister was asking about. And she immediately grinned excitedly and held the ring up for her to see more clearly. "Ve~ It's a ring from Ludwig! Isn't it pretty?"

Oh yes, Lovina was going to kill the potato bastard.

"Why did he give you a ring?" And she immediately sent a furious glare toward the potato bastard, who looked rather unnerved right now. As he should. Stupid potato bastard trying to take advantage of her little sister...

And it just ticked her off more when Feli sent her a sweet, ridiculously innocent and naive smile and responded, "Because we like each other!"

Yeah, that potato bastard was definitely dead meat.

A/N: More of the Valentine's story. Hoorah hoorah. Poor Ludwig. I feel bad for him. Having to deal with insanely overprotective older sister. Not fun.