No Concept Of Niceties
Lovino was making breakfast when his brother barged in. Come to think of it, the first thing he was going to do to this house was make certain he could lock it all up. Antonio might not have believed in the concept of locks, but Lovino knew better. Then again, when had locks ever kept his brother out of something? Dammit.
"Grandpa's coming today!"
Lovino choked on air, nearly burned his hand on the stove, and nearly fell over as Feliciano tackled him with a hug.
"What the fuck?"
"Isn't it wonderful?"
Lovino would like to say, no, it is not wonderful, and why had no one thought of mentioning this before today so he could have stopped it somehow, but he found himself floundering over the fact he was not certain why that was just said. "Why?"
"Because you're getting married! He said he wanted to come early and see how everyone was doing! Not only that, he wants to help, and Sadiq said that would be fine, though Feliks was talking about how he doesn't think that Marcus' taste in décor should be payed any attention to when he brings it up and–"
"WHAT," Lovino pulled Feliciano off of him and stared at his brother's ditsy face, "does what either of those two think matter?"
"Because they've been helping?" Feliciano asked, confused. "Antonio said it was okay!"
Antonio... got Feliks to help. Lovino's mind reeled. And Sadiq... was a caterer? That was somewhat unexpected. He would have to talk to Elizaveta about this. In the meanwhile...
"And you called Grandpa."
"Yeah! I was surprised that you didn't, I thought he would have been here months ago once you had told him!"
The fact that Lovino did not want his wedding interrupted with having to hear how wonderful his brother was should have been a given. Feliciano was not even aware that the preference existed, he would bet. It always drove Lovino up the roof. His shoulders lowered as he gave up.
"You told him everything, I bet."
"Was there a reason why I shouldn't've?"
"Ever think that maybe I might want to tell him?" Lovino grumbled his retort. Feliciano simply blinked at him.
"But Lovino... you never really talk about yourself to Gramps."
Because I've just given up, you moron.
"I think it would be a little difficult to miss talking about this," Lovino shoved his ring nearly into Feliciano's eye. Nearly, because he did not want to get Feliciano's blood on it if he pierced it or something. "Go away, I want to finish this before Antonio gets down."
"Do you want any he–"
"No, goddammit! I can make breakfast! Go away!" Lovino threw the spatula at him. Which, of course, missed as Feliciano ran out of the house just as quickly as he had barged in.
"Lovi~? Is that breakfast?"
"NO!" Lovino shouted at Antonio. "You can make your own breakfast yourself!"
In the end, he did not make Antonio make his own breakfast (a shoulder massage sort of made him cave in), but Lovino was not looking forward to the rest of the day. There was only a month left. Only a month. He did not want to deal with his grandfather this month. He did not want to hear about how wonderful Feliciano was this month.
"I hate my brother."
"Why would you do that? Feliciano is such a–"
Lovino screamed.
Notes:
Yeah, Marcus. Not iMarcus, Marcus. Hells yes.
