Your name is Lovino Vargas, and you have never become more scared in your entire life.
The people in the house was not that many, you could almost name all of them. You were welcomed by that stern German bastard who you don't seem to get along with and that French whats-his-face. Your straight face suddenly twitches up into a scowl, feeling rather disappointed seeing them here. You didn't bother talking to the both of them, allowing your brother to chat with the German bastard. You have completely ignored Francis' flying kiss at you, and locked your eyes on someone else.
"You seem to be checking someone out," Francis says, winking at you lewdly.
"H-huh, wh-what?" you stammer, your cheeks are completely beet red. You lost contact with the person you were looking at, but you think it was Antonio. He has the same brown hair and cheeky eyes. He was tall, but you think it's because he's standing on the stairs. You need to stop fantasising, you remind yourself. Sit somewhere unnoticeable and get over with this hellhole.
You found an empty seat near the corner, walking over there reluctantly. You sat on the chair, resting your chin on the palm of your hands. You fiddle with the drinks and cups there, trying out different drinks one by one. You notice footsteps approaching you near the counter; you quickly grab a cup and filled it with cola. You looked at the back of your eyes and saw a familiar blonde Frenchman. Oh, it's just Francis.
"Hello, Lovino." Francis says in a fancy tone. "You seem to be enjoying yourself."
"Shut up." You wanted to say something else, but you don't want to be embarrassed in front of the whole crowd.
He chuckles. "I was just wondering why you—"
"Oh, hey, Lovino!" A spanish man interrupted. It was Antonio, the birthday celebrant. He was wearing normal clothes, his hair was a bit messy, and you could tell he didn't groom as much. Typical Antonio.
"Oh, uh, Hello, Antonio…" You try to be nice to him, avoiding any lame insults you usually throw at him. You TRY not to beet red, but when he's looking at you with that cute face of his, how can you not?
"Lovino, I didn't know you would come!" Antonio exclaims in a joyful tone. "Come and meet my—"
"Can we save the introductions later? You know I absolutely hate meeting new people." You cut him off harshly, avoiding eye contact. It's true though, you absolutely cannot stand people. You absolutely hate parties with a burning passion. But you can't hate this party, or this freaking day, because it's his day.
"Oh, okay. I guess he can wait!"
That ended our conversation. You are not normally like this to him, you would always change the subject into something more enlightening, but today it seems like you have the difficulty to create a new conversation. You didn't notice the Frenchman staring at you all along, smiling like a devil.
"Wow. You're not always like that to him." Francis tsks, waving his hair attractively. Okay, you don't find it attractive, but the way he does it sickens you a lot.
"Sh-shut up." You mutter inaudibly. You glare at him with your so called 'deadly' eyes.
"Anyways, all joking aside, it's your first time here in Antonio's household, right?" Francis raises a brow, crossing both of his arms. You can't read his face somehow, usually you're an expert in reading someone's expression. Your brother has taught you the basics on how humans interact and feel, and it seems like Francis is really in to this topic. You can't seem to remove your eyes to his, and you forced yourself to tell the truth.
"It's my first time and I don't see why you're making deal about it."
Even though you haven't been to his household, you pretty much know Antonio really well. His parents died in car accident when he was young, so he was forced to work to get his own food. Hm, that's odd. You don't think he's poor, but he's not that average either. His house looks decent and rather fancy, and he dresses well. Hm, very strange indeed.
"I knew it. That's kind of bizarre, you've been friends ever since ninth grade, but you haven't been to his house? That's kind of disappointing." Francis chuckles softly.
"Um, for your fucking information, I have seen pic—"
"Oh, my. A loudmouth, I see?" a thick Spanish accent (You assume it's a Spanish accent) cut in through another one of your long arguments with fuckface. You can see his silhouette on the wall, and you almost assumed it was Antonio, but it was-
"Oh, João, It's nice seeing you here. I thought you were with Ms. Peeters?" Francis asks.
Joe? You are not familiar with this 'joe' person, but Francis seems to know him very well.
"who the fu—" Again, you are interrupted.
"Oh, I haven't introduced myself, have I? I'm João Henriquez Carriedo. I'm Antonio's older brother."
Your eyes widened like you've encountered a sky rocket.
Wait, he has a brother? You thought, still trying to comprehend the whole situation. Since when? How come you weren't aware of this?
"Oh, right, Emillie. Where is she anyway? She disappeared right after I went to get her a drink. Wow, who knew women can be this fast at hiding?" Joao chuckles, his expression looks a lot like Antonio's, but he smiles differently. "right, I've found her. Well, See you, Lovino Vargas." He walked away, waving at you from the back.
You are not entirely sure how he found out your name, and you didn't notice how infuriately…handsome he is. You beet red almost instantly, it's kind of embarrassing.
"Well, that was his brother. Judging by your expression, you didn't know him." Francis suddenly blurts out.
You remain quiet.
You have spent your time with Francis, arguing about things that don't make sense, and Francis seems to be enjoying every single minute of torturing you. You don't like to lose arguments, so you went with his little game of torture.
You didn't notice the time, and it was already pass 1am. Almost every visitor was gone, except for the German albino and the French fuckface. You don't know why they're still there, and you want to ask why, but suddenly Antonio pops out.
"Oh, Lovino…you're still here? I thought you left with your brother and Ludwig?" he asks, tilting his head.
"Um, oh, no..uh, they left? Aw fuck." You fidget, trying to form at least a passable excuse to stay with him.
"How about you sleep over with us?" Francis suggests, leaning against the wall. For once, you are thankful for that French fuckface, you might give him a fucking award someday.
"Why not? The more the merrier! I was kind of hoping your little brother was here too," Gilbert says.
Antonio didn't seem confused, he immediately agreed with the both of them.
The lights of the room were shut off, but you didn't notice there was still a human being on the side of the room. You assume it was Antonio's brother, since he's the only one possibly still here. What's his name again? Joe something Carriedo? You didn't bother to memorize his name, and probably you'd forget all about him the next day. He was staring at the four of you, but his eyes are locked on only to you.
"Alright! Come on up, Lovino! We have a special game reserved for you." The three of them went upstairs quickly, grabbing one of your arms and pulled you with them. You know that their games are always the worst; they will always try to find a way to torture you in a playful way as possible. You stopped thinking about his brother and focused on something more important. "Wh-what? No, wait, I changed my mind, I can go home by myself! Let go off me, you baastard!"
A/N: Joao Henriquez Carriedo is Portugal. I've researched about him and it says that he's Spain's older brother. :D
He'll be important in the future chapters. Possibly change Lovino in the story?
I've included the BTT trio in this sleep over because i want to~ their game will be rather interesting.
And also i apologize for my grammatical errors.