Chapter 15
"Ve~ Lovi, is Antonio not coming over tonight?" Feliciano asks me as we began preparing dinner. That question, I am not so sure. The bastard didn't text me all day.
"Uh, I don't know."
"Well, more pasta for us!" He shouts, "Maybe I should invite Luddy over?"
"I don't care." I sigh, and continue chopping tomatoes.
"Ve~.. are you alright?" Feli asks me.
"Yeah."
"Don't lie."
"I'm not lying. Invite your stupid ass boyfriend over. It doesn't matter."
"You know, Lovino." My nonna started, "You have to be more open to other's feelings."
"Why?"
"Because they may think that you don't care. And everyone needs at least one person to care about them."
"Ve~ Are you sure?" Feliciano asks, again.
"Yes. He makes you happy right?"
Feliciano then smiles like he won the freaking lottery and hugs me like the world is coming to end. "Grazie Lovi!"
I chuckle a bit, "No problem bastard."
Dinner was surprisingly good. The pasta that Feliciano and I made came out fantastic, as usual, and the potato bastard wasn't that bad. Maybe I am getting better. I hope I don't jinx that. Suddenly, the doorbell rings frantically.
"Did you invite anyone over?" Ludwig asks while Feliciano hides behind me.
"No." I say, "Just answer the damn door."
Ludwig walks over to the door and opens it slowly, as if there can be a murderer behind it. The dumb bastard didn't notice that we had a peephole.
"Er, may I help you?" Ludwig asks and I can hear muffled sobs coming from the person.
"Ve~ Lovi.. I'm scared." Feli whines, hiding himself almost under my shirt. For some reason, the action reminded me of when I was younger and hiding behind nonna. 'Come on Lovino,' I tell myself in my mind, 'This isn't the time'
Ludwig then lets the person behind the door in, and I am shocked to see Antonio with dried blood on his shirt and a bruise forming over his right eye.
"Antonio?" I ask hesitantly, and walk up to him. Leaving Feliciano out in the open.
"I'm sorry. S-S-So sorry."
"Stop your babbling." I take him up the stairs and to the bathroom. When we get there, I close the door quickly just so my idiotic brother won't spy.
As if on command, Antonio sits on the toilet lid and continues to cry silently. That's probably one of the worst kind of crying there is. When you're trying to be quiet as possible to not disturb others around you. It's almost like holding yourself back from showing your real side. And it sure does hurt.
I wet a washcloth and put it over Antonio's eye, ignoring his wincing. I know seeing him in this much pain would affect me.
"You didn't text me all day." I said to him.
"I'm really sorry Lovino. I was.." Antonio trails off, unsure how to explain it. It seems.
"What happened?" I ask.
"I promise I can explain."
"Then explain."