*Ivan's POV*
"Can't you tell that the awesome me is awesomely busy watching his awesome partner awesome?" Prussia nearly screamed. I smiled.
"I'm sure there was a point in there somewhere, but as your grammar was awful...I didn't catch it. Sorry, Gilbert."
Gilbert (also known as Prussia, aka Pru-chan, etc.) shot to his feet. Matthew clotheslined him before he could make a fool of himself. Well, more of a fool. Gil lay on the floor, gasping for air. "Good aim," I commented to Matvey. He turned bright pink and dropped to his knees next to Gilbert. "I'm so sorry, Gil! It's just that, since he's your boss and all, and, um, you've still got that, um, PROBLEM." His hands moved to said problem.
Speaking of which, I had been politely ignoring this problem. No longer. "Yes, Prussia, are you really that happy to see me?"
Gilbert spat half-heartedly in my direction, then started coughing. Mattvey rubbed a hand against his back. "Did you take your medicine this morning?"
"Dunno."
I watched as Prussia gasped and wheezed on the floor. Prussia has a very severe case of asthma (made worse by the fact that he normally had at least one broken rib, depending on how annoying he was to me) and has to take specially made medicine. Otherwise, he'd probably die. We couldn't allow that because unfortunately Matty dear had/has a crush bigger than Quebec on him. And since Matvy threatened to quit if we didn't help...we found a temporary cure. Matvey is indisputably the best ninja in the trade, so we can't afford to lose him. Hence, we take care of the asthmatic albino we nicknamed Prussia after one of the war games got sightly out of hand. But that's another story. Anyway, the point is that he has trouble breathing.
Matthew sighed and reached into the pocket of his jacket (nothing could fit in the pockets of his jeans - they were so tight that, even if there WERE pockete, no oone could fit a hand in, much less anything else), pulling out a vial and shaking two pills from it.. He then tried to hand them to Gilbert, but he was bent over double and in no position to take them. Matvy studied him, concluded that he wasn't faking, and popped the pills in his own mouth. Before I could wonder about what the heck he was doing, he was kissing Gilbert.
Kissing.
Gilbert.
With tongue.
In front of me.
The rational part of my brain told me that Matvy was only trying to get Prussia to take the pills and utilizing every asset, but...
Had my pants always been this tight?
*Feliciano's POV* (Not a flash back for once, YAY!)
I sat across the room staring at my brother and his... I don't know what you would call Antonio... Lovino would reject it if I called him his boyfriend (And I would reject it too, but you wouldn't catch me saying that outloud). They are more than friends, though...
I digress, The two were currently bickering over something that didn't make any sense. Antonio suddenly chuckled and dived down to try to plant a kiss on Lovino's lips. Lovi, however, smacked him away before he could do anything. "Stop that, you little *******." He shouted with a deep frown.
Antonio leaned towards him and said, with a grin. "Now, Lovino, we both know that I'm not little."
Lovino rolled his eyes and gave the spanish man a shove, succesfully knocking him off the couch.
they continued like this for a few minutes until I cleared my throat awkwardly. They both looked up from where Lovino was pinning Antonio to the floor.
"Oh, Feliciano, I forgot that you were here." The Spanish man said.
"Of course you did, you were distracted." I muttered under my breath.
"What did you say, Feli?"
"Nothing, Antonio."
Lovino quickly got to his feet and looked at me. "We're going out to dinner, see you later." He walked out the door as though nothing happened.
Antonio scrambled to his feet and followed my brother with a quick, "Sorry, bye." to me.
I didn't really care. I really don't. It doesn't bother me at all. Who my fratello likes is of no concern to me. I couldn't care less that Antonio is my brothers lover. I literaly don't give one damn... Ok, fine! I care. I wouldn't ever tell anyone.
Once I walked in on them doing... well, you know... I got so mad at Lovino, but, of course, I had to pretend to be my normal, annoying self around him so that spanish, turtle-loving idiot wouldn't start fawning over me, thinking I'm sick.
I glaced at the window, seeing the two of them outside. Lovino was curently pinned to his car, Antonio whispered something before kissing him hard on the lips. Lovino ran his hands through Antonio's hair before leading him into the back seat of the car and closing the door. I watched the car rock back and forth while thinking Going out to dinner my ass!
I turned away for the window and went to make myself pasta to take my mind off of it.