Chapter 3: Depression and worries.
Lovino woke up around noon the next day, having cried himself to sleep. A small knock sounded at the door followed by Feliciano's voice asking "Fratello? Are you awake?" Lovino sighed, he didn't want to talk to anyone, let alone get up today, but he still answered his brother, knowing if he didn't the younger would only get more worried about him. "Si, I'm awake..." he answered. "Are you hungry? I made some pasta for lunch" Feliciano offered hopefully. Lovino sighed "sure" he agreed although he honestly had no plans to eat. "okay~!" Feliciano said happily,running off to make his brother a plate of food. Lovino sighed and sat up in bed. He tried to keep Antonio out of his mind so he wouldn't start crying, but of course that was easier said than done. He picked up large tomato shaped pillow that Antonio had given him a long time ago and hugged it close to his chest as he felt tears begin to well up in his eyes. He heard his phone begin to vibrate from beside his bed and after a while decided to pick it up and see who it was wanting to talk to him.
From: the awesome Gilbert. 'hey, we're going to visit Toni, what room is he in again?'
Lovino glared at the phone immediately, wondering when that bastard had gotten into his phone and changed the name.
to: The awesome Gilbert 'I don't fucking know, dumbass. Ask someone else.'
He hit send, deciding he'd let him find out that Antonio was dead by himself. He threw his phone on the bed and watched it bounce off and hit the ground without caring if it broke. He wiped his eyes off just as he heard Feliciano knocking at Lovino's door again "Lovi?" he asked. Lovino got up and went over to his door, opening it to reveal his little brother standing there with a plate full of pasta. "here you go" he said, handing the plate to Lovino. The older Italian took the plate and mumbled a small thanks to his brother and looked down at the food, wondering how pasta could look so unappetizing for once. Feliciano was still very worried about his brother, and the tired expression on his face as he looked down at the meal didn't help anything. "Fratello..." he began, wanting to help. "you know, if you want to talk about it-" "I'm fine." Lovino snapped quickly, not wanting to have to explain to his brother what was going through his mind now. Feliciano sighed. He could tell his brother had been crying, even though he had just woken up. "all right..." Feliciano sighed. "just leave me alone. I'm fine" Lovino said, sitting on his bed, still holding the plate. Feliciano nodded and left, unaware that once he closed the door, Lovino had just dumped the plate out his bedroom window.
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Gilbert rolled his eyes at the text he got from the Italian and put his phone back in his pocket as he and Francis tried to find out what room Antonio was in. "well, what did he say?" the Frenchman asked. "He said ask someone else" The Prussian shrugged. After a while of searching, and asking random doctors who had no idea, they finally found the right room, and walked in. Antonio had been watching the door for a while, since maybe about eight to be more specific, continuously hoping he'd see Lovino walk through the door. He heard the door knob turn a little and immediately turned to the door once again hopefully."Lovi?" he asked. "guess again" Gilbert answered, walking through the door with Francis following behind. Antonio was disappointed it wasn't his little Italian, but of course, he was still a little happy that his friends were here now. At least he wouldn't be so lonely, right? "Hola mi amigos~" he said happily, then couldn't help but ask "is Lovi alright? Do you know where he is?" Gilbert shrugged in response. "I texted him earlier" he said "What did he say?" Antonio asked curiously "I asked where your room was and he acted shitty and told me to fuck off and all that" he answered. Antonio nodded, he was happy Lovino was alive but he was still worried. But he tried to act like nothing was bothering him as he started talking to his friends. apparently while Antonio was out, Francis got a new girl friend, some girl from Seychelles or something like that, Gilbert had spent the majority of his time annoying Rodreich and Elizabeta as usual. They talked like this for about an hour or so before Antonio brought up Lovino again "Has Lovino visited at all?" he asked Francis nodded "Oui, I'm actually surprised he wasn't here when we got here." "they probably made him leave" Gilbert added shrugging. "oh.." Antonio sighed, then asked "do you think he'll come by today?" "we can ask for you" Francis offered. He knew how much his friend cared about the Italian. Antonio's face lit up at that "Si! That would be great!" he grinned. Francis was about to pull out his phone before a nurse came by and told them visiting hours were over. Francis sent an apologetic look to Antonio "I'll ask if he's going to come over tomorrow then okay?" Antonio nodded as his friends left.
Aaaaaand I fail. Sorry I took so long, as always reviews and tips how I can get better at writing are always appreciated. I'm sorry if there are any big mess ups on my grammar, and sorry for probably messing up on the french and Spanish.
But thanks for reading!