A emotion that changes the expressions of man

A bitter spiteful feeling

It turns you into a monster

Your Jealousy.

Sitting with the curtains drawn close, to block out the unforgiving rays of light, Lovino sat on the floor. With sweat forming on his olive toned skin, that would have been beautiful, sexy even, on a woman, he stared at the wall. His mind was working to think of a plan, a plan to get the Spaniard as his own. He had to have him.

Lovino always knew that he was smarter then his brother, or at least he thought so, but sitting there he felt like a idiot. Totally lost in this heat wave. It was impossible to put ones thoughts together let alone think of a brilliant plan. But after hours of sitting on the floor with sweat dripping from his hair, he was still going no where.

Antonio stood with his hands in bubbly water washing yesterdays dishes. The air conditioning was broken and the heat was unbearable. Sweat caused his shirt to stick to his skin, he had no choice but to remove it. "I hope the repair man get's here so. This is just hell." He said to himself with a sigh. Lovino was still locked up in his room, his blood was probably ready to boil over. Fishing the dishes Antonio went to check up on him.

"Shit, shit. God damn, shit. Lovino growled pulling his wet shirt off and was more then tempted to remove his pants as well. How was he suppose to think under these conditions. Fanning himself with his hand he spread across the floor, it was slightly cooler then the harsh air. "Damn fuck, its still not enough." He felt his desperation growing with each drop of sweat that dripped from his hair.

A gentle knock came from his door, he forgot that he locked it. Lovino didn't even feel like responding. "Hey Lovi? Are you still alive in there?"

"Yeah bastard, I'm still breathing."

"Well you won't be for long after you hear who's paying a visit tomorrow." Antonio smiled and rested his balled up hand on the door frame. He could hear Lovino rustle around.

"Not those damn fuckers you call your friends." Lovino sounded pissed as usual. The Spaniard only sighed.

"Well I thought you should know seeing that you don't like them and please don't send Gilbert to the hospital like last time. His nose can only brake so many times." Antonio said remember how he was the one left cleaning the blood and driving Gilbert to get it fixed and he even payed the damn bill. He heard Lovino growl.

"Potato bastards brother had it coming! Damn it!"

"I know he did but next time he tries something please just come to me first, if he keeps doing whatever it is that bugs you after you come to me then you can brake his nose." He said and left to do other things around the house that he had on his list. He long given up on having Lovino do any house work besides cooking. Lovino grumbled to himself.

Then it hit him, like a rotten tomato to the face. A plan! A brilliant plan! A plan to get Antonio jealous, maybe even jealous enough to take him. Lovino smiled and laughed wickedly but it faded away as he realized something. Just who would be his pawn in this sinful plot. There were many different people to chose from, but who would get to him the most.

Antonio was loading up the washing machine when his cell phone started going off in his back pocket. Pulling it out he took a peek at the caller ID and saw it was the one and only Gilbert. Clicking the little green phone button he held it up to his ear. "Oh hey there Gil, what's up!"

"Nothing really. There's nothing to do when your not a nation, how do normal people stand it. I could just drop dead from being so fucking bored. Oh yeah did you tell the little bitch that we're coming over." Gilbert laughed all spread out on his cheep couch.

"Yeah he knows, he sounded so trilled to be hearing from you guys." He laughed and shoved a few more shirts into the wash before starting it. It was loud and monstrous, he left the room to hear Gilbert.

"Maybe I should just do him, then maybe he won't be such a tight ass. Mmm I bet he's a real wild cat, meow." Gilbert smirked and took a drink of beer.

"That better be a joke, because, if it isn't I swear-"

"You swear what? Easy tiger, put the claws away. You know me, I won't do anything to him unless he wants it. And trust me if he isn't getting any from you then he'll look to me." Gilbert laughed and nearly choked on his drink.

"Really Gilbert don't you dare touch him, I swear if you do it will be me sending you to the hospital. And this you'll pay your own damn bill." Antonio growled clenching the phone tightly in his hand.

"Only if he wants it. But I'm not playing buddy if you don't go for him, I will. Just go for him, unless you want him on my co-"

"You know I want to but I don't know how he'll react. What if he freaks out and moves away!" He said sounding worried. Over worried if you would have asked Gilbert.

"Pussy! Go for it! If you get lucky he might be so happy he'll put out for you. Or if your not lucky, and trust me good luck never really liked you that much, he'll brake your nose, move out, and rebel against you by ending up in my bed." Gilbert said sounding overly confident as always. Antonio rubbed his forehead.

"Shut up! If he would go for me what makes you think he would ever go for you." He smiled feeling so sure of himself. Gilbert gave another laugh.

"You never know, right? The little bitch might like his meat white, and it gets no whiter then albino." He laughed again until he started coughing.

"No fucking way. Lovi likes a nice perfectly tan, with no tan lines anywhere,type of guy. But damn look at the time, I have to go." He didn't even wait for Gilbert to say goodbye, he pressed the red phone button, and shoved it back in his pocket. He returned to the laundry room and went back to work. By now Lovino came of his room, he was even sweatier then Antonio.

"Hey bastard its hot! Where in the fucking world is that damn repair man!" Lovino would have crossed his arms over his chest but the heat was to grate.

"He should be here in a hour."

"Damn him, hey go get me something to drink." Lovino demanded

"Sure thing Lovi."

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well hello everyone. I wasn't actual planing on bring this back to life, but while sitting home sick, I came up with a idea. I thanks some old note-cards I found in a folder, written on them was a oneshot smut story and it gave me a idea for this. I'm even planning on adding the note cards to this fic, after I make some small edits of course, but it should g et pretty fun from here. teehee~