What They Planted
They were the only ones on the train.
Antonio was lying on the seat with his head in Lovino's lap. Lovino was absently messing with his hair and wondering whether he would even feel like sleeping. It was only forty minutes to their destination. He probably should wait to sleep on the airplane, where there would be hours to whittle away.
He shifted slightly as Antonio pressed his face into his stomache, mumbling something in Spanish that Lovino did not comprehend, nor did he care as he did not know much Spanish and if Antonio really wanted to talk to him, he would do it in a language Lovino understood.
"Estamos casados!"
"Stop saying that," Lovino sighed, not able to put any force into his words. He did not really care if Antonio kept saying it. He almost wanted Antonio to keep saying it, even though he did not know what it meant. He did not know, but he had a good idea.
"I'm going to miss Hearth."
"You say that like we're going to be gone for a while!" Lovino scoffed. Already he figured that they would be returning long before Lovino was ready to get back to life. They had not even started yet and Lovino felt like they would need another honeymoon.
Not another wedding though. One was enough. One was perfect.
"We are going to be gone for a while," Antonio responded, rubbing a hand up and down Lovino's leg with the arm which had been hanging over the edge of the seat. "There's no rush, after all!"
At the rate both he and Antonio took to do anything, they could be gone forever. Right now, though... Right now he did not care if they did not return. What he wanted most was right here, so screw the rest of it.
Lovino had no idea how long he could continue to be this at peace. It was not something he was used to.
"You know what we should do when we get back?" Lovino said softly.
"Mmm?"
"Plant a new garden."
Antonio did not respond immediately. Lovino had no idea where the idea came from. It had been so long since he remembered sitting in a garden, since he had had to run away from Antonio who was so insistent on having him eat tomatoes, since he had sneaked in to eat those same tomatoes but on his own time.
He remembered how the garden dwindled from such beauty. The flowers which died after Francis left, Gilbert no longer returning to the plot of land, Antonio unable to look at the roses Francis had spent the most time with. The vegetables which Antonio ignored when his grandmother visited Spain.
The vegetables forgotten when Antonio went to Spain to attend her funeral.
The tomatoes he could not bare to look at when he came back.
"You really want to?"
Antonio's voice was a mere murmur. Lovino chuckled. "I wouldn't have said I did if I didn't."
It was a far cry from how he used to be. Elizaveta was right. Lovino had not thought all too much about how he had changed.
"Oh... my Lovino... my lovely Lovino..."
Lovino found himself being thoroughly kissed. There could be nothing better in the world.
Notes:
I figure that Lovino will be the one who wants to come home first. But you never know, depends on what happens...
The train does not go to the nearby City, which is why Yao and Muhammad have to drive to get supplies. It goes to Another City which is further away. Yeah, I am creative. And do not ask about the amount of efficiency, that is life for you. Also, it only functions every month or so. The conductor, driver, brakeman, stoker... is all one person. General Winters. No one knows his first name, no one wants to ask. He is the person no one wants to see, but they hope is still there and that they are not speeding into oblivion.
Do not have missed yesterday's two chapters! Or do, I cannot stop you.
This story has not wound down as quickly as the first, but then again there has been a month or so of activity here as opposed to a couple days. Still, the wedding day is over now. Just a few more things to cover and this story will be finished!
