Chapter 13
My self-esteem is up for some reason, I don't really know why. I have an idea for another Fanfiction I want to write, but I'm not even sure if I'll be able to finish it, so I'll start writing it after I finish this one; I don't want to get distracted.
Questions/ reviews:
TarrelYoukai:
yay! I get to try and be friends with Lovino! oh and -hands back Jackson, covered in bandages that are turning red- I love having moving targets -
So Spain, did you like the ending of this chapter?
Spain: *blushes* Y-yeah, I guess
Lovino: WHAT DO YOU MEAN I GUESS!
Spain: I'm trying to be modest *trembles*
Lovino: *Glares*
Next…
Basically you send me the story after you finished typing it, but before you publish it, depending on the author and beta you can either email it or use docs. (Personally I think email is easier) I check it, proof it and send it back. Afterwords you just publish the proofed copy. That basically all there's to it. Ohonhonhonhonhonhonhon sooooooooo, Spain. How you liking Lovi?
Spain: *Blushes more*
Crap, now I'm France. Hey are they going to be coming in? You know some BTT fun?
Me: I'm not sure, I'll try, but I can't promise you anything.
So Spain, tell me, what do you like most about Lovi?
Spain: hm, I can't really say, he's too cute and perfect for me to choose
Lovino: *blushes*
Oh and Lovi, YOU'RE SO FREAKING ADORABLE! *GLOMP* Okey sorry, I couldn't help it, and apparently neither could you Spain.*wink wink nudge nudge* Spain, why do tu guys have the whole bull thing going on? I don't know how to say it in English, but toreros. Las corridas de toros que se hacen alla en Espana. I don't get them.-
Spain: I think you mean bull-fighting. It's a very traditional spectacle, not only for me, but also Portugal, southern France, and some Hispanic countries. Killing bulls turned illegal to kill in the arena, so it is removed and killed in there pens. The tradition, as it is practiced today, involves professional toreros who execute various formal moves which can be interpreted and innovated according to the bullfighter's style or school. Toreros seek to elicit inspiration and art from their work and an emotional connection with the crowd transmitted through the bull. Such maneuvers are performed at close range, which places the bullfighter at risk of being gored or trampled. After the bull has been hooked multiple times behind the shoulder by other matadors in the arena, the bullfight usually concludes with the killing of the bull by a single sword thrust, which is called estocada. In Portugal, the finale consists of a tradition called the pega, where men called forcados) try to grab and hold the bull by its horns when it runs at them. So it is pretty much an art. It has roots from bull worship and sacrifice. I hope that answers you question.
Lovino: You had to tell them, not lecture them.
Spain: Sorry.
-And Lovi, you should tell Spain three things you love about him. Do it. Now. …Please? Hahaha loved it, can't waif for the next. (And the whole beta thing, yeah I'd still like to, just pm me anytime.)
Lovino: DON'T CALL ME LOVI!
Spain: *looks hopefully at Lovino*
Lovino: … Fine. I love that you are caring, kind, and an idiot.
Spain: aww *hugs Lovino*
Okay, last
America 96:
So umm Lovi, Im a girl!
Lovino: …what?
Aaaannd like spain we allll know dat me being America, i could totally beat you up even if you had your axe, hehe, cause im like even awesomer than Prussia!
Prussia: NO ONE IS MORE AWSOME THAN ME!
Spain: I could kill you if I want. *Hugs Lovino protectively*
But dont worry i just wanted to see what Lovi would do if i asked him dat. Im El Salvidorian if anyone cares!(Its under Mexico!)
Me: YAY! We're neighbors! Somehow.
Im sorry if i sounded like i insulted your story, bro! I really didnt mean too, i mean its awesome! I apologize! Das tut mir leid!
Me: ñie, don't worry about it
Umm, ummm Lovi, would you rather run around a park naked with Spain or have Spain catch you with a bunch of 'suggestive' photos of himself? Hummmm? You havta answer now! hehe im evil arent I?
Lovino: not really, and- WHAT KIND OF FUCKEN QUESTION IS THAT!
Me: answer
Lovino: *growls* fine, the fucken photos, I guess
Spain: *chuckles*
Lovino: What, you bastard!
Spain: nothing, nothing
Okay, on to the story before someone kills someone else.
Lovino woke up with the light of the sun stinging his eyes. He layed beside Antonio sleeping soundly beside him; Lovino couldn't resist but slowly to gently brush his hand against his tan chest. Antonio's chest had multiple scars remembering him of when he started to fight. Lovino sat on the side of the bed putting on his clothes. He was in a huge ball of trouble. He put his knees against his chest hugging them as he watched the sun slowly lift to the sky. Soon he felt tan arms embrace him and a chin on his shoulder. Lovino leaned back against Antonio thinking about what a mess they just entered.
"I'm sorry."
Lovino looked at Antonio's green eyes with a questioning what he just said.
"This, what I did, it's going to ruin your life. You deserve to be with someone who you are allowed to be with-"
"Shut up, because you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I have lived in my brother's shadow until someone noticed me. You think you are going to ruin my life; you made it the best one I can ever get. I love you, and I always will. So don't you dare tell me that again."
Antonio smiled and brushed his hand against Lovino's cheek.
"It's Friday and 6:50 a.m."
"So?"
"School."
Lovino swore under his breath and ran to the living room putting on the rest of the school uniform. Antonio silently laughed and changed.
"I can drive you, if you want."
"No, it'll look too suspicious; school is only a coupe blocks away, anyway."
Lovino took his backpack and ran back to school. Antonio finished changing and walked to the parking lot driving his car.
Lovino got in the school until he heard something crash behind him. Curious, he ran towards the stairs to find his brother on the floor once he fell down the stairs.
"Holy shit! Feliciano!"
Lovino helped his brother up to find that his leg started bleeding. Lovino began speed talking once more. Lovino ignored what he said and interrupted him,
"C'mon let me help you go to the nurse's office."
Lovino put his brother's arm over his shoulder and help him to the office. He saw the nurse disinfect the leg and bandaged it. Soon the nurse left saying that she would soon come back leaving the two twins alone in a room since god knows when. A couple minutes passed and the awkward silence grew.
"Lovino…"
"What?"
"Where have you been?"
Lovino hesitated a bit, not knowing he should tell him where he actually was.
"I couldn't be in the house."
"Why?"
Lovino looked away. He wondered if he should tell Lovino. He would worry too much, possibly tell their Grandfather. He stood silent looking at the floor.
"Why Lovino?! I've missed you too much and I have been worried about you! So has Grandfather. Where have you been, Lovino? Please tell me."
As if on cue, the nurse entered handing them a note for being late for class. Lovino was the first to leave running. He didn't go to class, though. He went to some random hall and started crying. What type of monster has he become? He felt Feliciano come near sitting next to him. He just hugged him finally reading the atmosphere that Lovino wasn't in the mod to remember whatever he tried to forget. They stayed like that the whole hour.
When school ended he saw that Lovino and Feliciano were a lot more together now. That made him feel oddly happy. He walked towards his apartment only to see a familiar albino and blond French in his door. The silver-haired one, Gilbert looked at him with a great smirk as the French, Francis, had the same smile as always. They both were roommates in the apartment below him, for some reason they hadn't really seen each other much. Antonio blamed himself for that considering that ever since he got his job he was much more occupied than normal. Not only that, but everything happening with Lovino and Jackson, he had to turn them down in many things.
"Don't you even unawsomely dare tell us that you have too much work to be with us, if you do I will punch you."
"Nice to see you too, Gilbert."
Gilbert smirked that familiar smirk he always gave away.
"Bonjour, Antonio, but Gilbert is correct, you deny us once more, and I will have to hurt you."
"Oh, I would like to see you try, Goldy Locks."
Antonio unlocked his door and let his two friends in as Gilbert threw himself on his couch. Francis closed the door and leaned against another couch. The both males looked at the Spaniard with identical smirks that kind of freaked Antonio a bit while he lifted his glass of water.
"Um, why are you staring at me like that?"
"You are a horny, little Spaniard."
Antonio choked on his water once the German spoke. (Lesson: When you have your friends over and they keep on looking at you with the same expressions, never drink/eat anything. NEVER.)
"W-What?"
"Oh, Mon Cheri, don't lie to us, we heard bumps at night. Not to mention other noises I would rather not mention."
"Yeah, the awesome I couldn't sleep at all."
Antonio pinched the bridge of his nose trying to get through the idea that his neighbor heard him and Lovino. At least they didn't know who Lovino was. He decided to accept it considering that his friends would never let it go.
"Fine, I have a sex life, get over it."
Oh, but if Antonio knew his two little perverted friends at all, he knew that they will never drop it.
"TONI GOT LAID! Finally."
"Shush, my neighbors will here you."
"Your neighbors have been on a business trip for weeks now."
"Really? I never noticed."
"Good neighbor you are. TONI GOT A ONE-NIGHT STAND! WOOT!"
"Oh, can you say that a little louder, I don't think the people from China heard you!"
"We heard you!"
Antonio's Chinese, front-door neighbor responded. Francis chuckled to the convenience.
"Gilbert, mon cheri, great job, now the whole building knows that Antonio slept with someone."
Surprisingly, no sarcasm. As much as he hated his friends, Antonio loved his friends. It was kind of like having a brother, two actually, you hate them, but you love them. Gilbert digged in Antonio's fridge for a beer. Once victorious, he opened still not leaving the topic.
"I want a name, now."
"Nice day we're having, huh?"
"You're right, no one cares about names, raze, and don't you tell it was American, that's your fake raze when you don't want to tells us about whoever it is. Raze, now."
"If I tell you that, will you drop it."
"The awesome I will drop it."
"Fine, Italian."
"Oh I love Italians, they seem sweet, but once the lights are down you swear you just entered the best dark wonderland there is."
"What a gentleman you are, Gilbert."
"Tell me I'm wrong."
"You promised to drop it."
"I lied, get over it."
"I know feel like the Canadian next door."
Francis sighed as he was being ignored. Gilbert, bored, tackled Francis rapidly and got up. Francis complained on why, he, the beautiful, had to suffer the great pain from the back of his head once it hit the ground. Antonio simply laughed. He loved his perverted friends.
Lovino lay on his bed. He reproduced the night before in his head. He enjoyed every second of it as he smiled to himself. He loved Antonio so much. Too much as the matter of fact. Everything was just too complicated. He turned his head to see that Feliciano peeked through the door.
"Can I come in."
"Go ahead."
Feliciano entered the room and sat on the corner of his bed. He seemed curious. He didn't need to speak for Lovino to already know what he was going to ask. He wasn't surprised anyway. He was his brother, like any other, he would wonder. He appreciated that he kept his mouth shut in school though. Everyone stared at him to find Lovino's eyes red from crying in the hall. Surprisingly, Feliciano asked them politely to look away, but his eyes were cold and sharp filled with hatred against anyone who would say something against his sibling. Lovino felt like an idiot. Being jealous of his perfect brother almost destroyed his life. If Antonio didn't help him through, his life would be ruined. Or at least teenagehood.
He was repeatedly thinking if he should tell Feliciano about everything. If he should tell him about Antonio, Jackson, the fights, everything. As much as Feliciano deserved to know the truth, he wasn't sure if it was a good idea to mention Antonio in all this. He didn't deserve this at all. Finally, the question came up,
"Lovino, please tell me the truth. Why did you leave?"
He sighed knowing that his brother learned how to tell when Lovino lied. He stared into Feliciano's eyes that truly showed pain for not knowing anything of what was going on.
"Fine, I'll tell you what happened, but you have to promise me never, I mean, never tell anyone about this, even Grandfather."
"I promise, Lovi."
"No, Feliciano, I mean it, no one."
He nodded a bit worried now. Lovino sighed and looked at his brother. He was actually going to do this. He was actually going to tell someone.
"Okay, it started a couple of weeks back…"
YES! I got to the tenth page. I set up a goal to write 10 pages since the author's note took like three pages. For more of my randomness, you are more than welcomed to enter my tumblr
Yeah…
Sadly I don't have anything else to say, so
HASTA LA PASTA!
P.S. the information about the bull fighting thing, I got that from wiki :D
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