This Entrance Is Much More Happier
The funny thing was that Lovino was perfectly fine with it now. Feliks was involved? Whatever. As long as the man did not sew frills on his suit, Lovino was certain that he could deal with whatever he and Elizaveta came up with. That was perfectly fine with him.
"We... need to be going," Lovino tried to say again as Antonio continued to press kisses down his chest, occasionally coming up to his mouth and effectively silencing him.
"Why?"
"Roderich–" Lovino was cut off again. "Wants us to try cake fla–"
"For the wedding cake?" Antonio finally slowed down. Lovino nodded as Antonio seemed to be thinking about it. "I want it to be Lovino flavoured~"
"Off!" Lovino exclaimed, trying his hardest not to laugh as he pushed Antonio off the couch. "Like hell I want everyone else knowing how that tastes! No, you're going to have to settle for something a bit more conventional."
"Like tomato?" Antonio asked as Lovino sat up, buttoning his shirt back up once more.
"By all that's good or even bad in this world, if you actually say that to Roderich I am going to have to bite your tongue off."
Antonio pouted slightly before pulling himself back up onto the couch and throwing his arms around Lovino happily. "But then I couldn't do this~!"
Lovino burst into laughter, only stopping to moan. "Antonio... I mean it..."
The doorbell sounded off and Antonio finally stopped. "Oh, okay!" The Spaniard got off and made his way to the door, sort of indirectly.
Lovino sighed, getting off of the couch. "Tell them we're busy!"
"Oh-kay~"
Lovino moved to get his coat, but as soon as the door opened he could hear who was there. All of his good feelings were suddenly gone.
"...I came as soon as I could! I knew you had it in you! You've always been hanging around Lovi, you're a good influence for him! Congratulations!"
"Thank you!"
Lovino wondered if he should run now before he would start to feel horrible. But it was his grandfather. And he had yet to hear Feliciano's name in conversation. He wanted to savour this moment, for however long it would last.
"Now where is my Lovino?" Marcus exclaimed, walking in past Antonio. Lovino took a deep breath and stepped back into the room.
"Hey."
"You're getting married!" Marcus practically barked, as if Lovino did not know. He barely managed to defend himself against the hug which draped the other over him.
"I did notice, thanks!" Lovino responded. Marcus just laughed. "How long have you been here?"
"Just got here!" Marcus said brightly, standing with an arm around Lovino's shoulder and looking back over toward Antonio. "Dropped Ludo off at Ludwig's house first though, then came here~!"
"See Feliciano?" There it went. The words escaped him before he could stop himself. His angry, self-loathing, pleading words which wanted it to not be true, but it always was, because Feliciano had always been first–
"No, he wasn't over there," Marcus shrugged nonchalantly. "Not that it matters, I came to see you! You're the one getting married, Lovi!"
Lovino was certain his brain had broken, but just to make certain he asked Antonio. "...did he just say what I thought he said?"
"That you're getting married?" Antonio asked, blinking. "Of course! Don't be so silly, Lovi~"
"The first part!" Lovino demanded as Marcus started laughing.
"He is silly, isn't he?"
"Very! You know..."
Lovino almost tuned it out. Almost, just because it was habit. But he stopped and listened. Listened to his fiancé and his grandfather talk... about him. Not Feliciano. Him. It was almost like it was his birthday and Christmas at the same time, except that usually on both of those dates it was still all about Feliciano. It was... like a day that was simply his. Lovino was almost in heaven, except he was not dead.
"Ah! Sit down, sit down!" He quickly rushed to make certain that his grandpa was not going to go anywhere. "I'll get drinks! Are you hungry? You must be, if you just got here!"
"Settle down!" Marcus waved him off, not sitting down. "Nonno's here now! I'll make lunch!"
"But you're our guest!" Antonio was saying the protest words, but they did not sound like he minded at all.
"Nonsense! I'm family!"
Lovino practically collapsed on the couch. Antonio was giving him another massage. He pulled out his cell phone.
"We not going cake tasting?"
They could. Marcus could almost go with. But there was the danger of coming across Feliciano out there and Lovino was going to savour this for as long as possible. "No, but I've got a backup plan."
So he called his gourmet brother to do it for him. Because it was one thing that Lovino knew he did not ever have to worry about Feliciano messing up. Plus, it kept Feliciano not here.
Lovino got ready, for the first time in his life, to have something actually be all about him.
Notes:
Antonio can do lots of stuff with his tongue. I am certain Francis taught him when they were younger.
Marcus and Antonio in a room... for some reason is not as bad as Feliciano and Antonio in a room. Makes me wonder if Marcus and Feliciano would (on a normal occasion) be worse than Feliciano and Antonio in a room. It is an interesting thought.
And damn, I want someone to draw a picture of Marcus with his arm around Lovino's shoulder, paying little attention to anything but talking about his grandson. It is a wonderful image in my head.
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