Woohoo, final chapter! Let's see how this all works out! Enjoy!
I do Not Own Hetalia Nor Any of the Songs
Finally reaching the house, the two had changed into warm, dry clothes and Lovino did his best to help the injured Spaniard. Of course there wasn't much to do since it wasn't an open wound, so he placed an ice pack on the dark bruise and wrapped gauze tightly around his shoulder to hold it in place. Antonio kept his shirt off so that the ice pack could be changed when it melted and wore a pair of gray sweat pants while Lovino had thrown on a maroon hoodie, with the hood over his head, and some jeans. The two sat in front of the fireplace in the main room, warming up by the crackling fire that burned in it. Lovino sat with his knees to his chest and arms wrapped around his knees like he had on the pier, trying to keep his distance from Antonio while still staying within range of the heat. On the other hand, Antonio was sitting with his legs crossed, slumping forward to in an attempt to not pull the muscles in his shoulder. Lovino was still bitter and had no desire to speak unless he heard an explanation. They didn't talk to one another for a long time, the sound of the fire spitting the only noise to be heard throughout the house.
"The potion wore off," Antonio said, looking at the curled-up Italian. Lovino glanced at him then back at the fire. It was true the potion finally wore off and he was free to cuss his anger out and pretend he hated everything, but he honestly didn't feel like it. Conflicting thoughts battled within him on whether to say anything or not. Emotion won over. "Explain," he muttered. Antonio's face lit up. "I can do that, I can explain everything!" He stood up, trying not to pull anything from his eagerness, talking as he walked around the room appearing to look for something. "Ok, so Vlad doesn't really sleep, you know that. Since we've been here he likes to take my Ipod at night and download his favorite stuff on there and it's sort of annoying." He moved into the kitchen, looking through drawers and cabinets and raising his voice so Lovino could still hear him from the fireplace. His voice occasionally gave the idea that he was in pain, most likely from straining the muscles that were bruised as he frantically searched. "I knew that song was on there but only because he put it on there! I swear there are albums of his stuff and it's nothing that I would ever listen to!" His voice now echoed from the far hallway in the direction of the back room where the Magic Club would make all their potions. Lovino slowly stood up, curious as to what he was looking for and attempted to see where he had gone. Books thudded on the cement floor. "Ah-ha!" Antonio appeared around the corner, practically sprinting back down the hall and stopping in front of Lovino. He had a book open in his hands, one that had a rectangular section cut out of the pages that held the vibrant green Ipod that had Antonio's initials at the bottom corner in black sharpie; the same way it had always looked. "See, he's trying to steal it or something!" Lovino glanced from the music player to Antonio, who was breathing heavily, trying to ignore the pain that he was undoubtedly in. "See, h-he put those songs on there, and then when I tossed it to you to listen to the song I-I must have changed the song it was playing on accident." Lovino stood there, arms crossed over his chest. He lifted his gaze from the open book to meet with Antonio's green eyes. Tears welled in the sparkling orbs and the Spaniard dropped the book, embracing the Italian. "Lovi, I would never lie to you."
Lovino didn't more for a moment. Tears threatened to flood his eyes also as the information sank in. Slowly he lowered his arms from his chest, taking a deep breath and letting the morose bitterness ebb from within him as he exhaled. "What, uh…," he started to ask awkwardly, "What was the song you were listening to, then?" Antonio squeezed him close before letting him go, sniffling and wiping his eyes with a relieved smile on his face. "Right! Heh, it was that song Kiku got you to sing in Japanese after he taught you and everything." He stooped down, grabbing his Ipod from the book he's tossed to the floor and stood back up flipping through his music archive. Finding the song, he clicked play and turned up the volume.
"Buono! Tomato buono Tomato, Buono buono uu! Tomato, Aka agete midori sagete!?, toma- toma- tomato,Hn"
The words spilled out of the speaker and a blush spread across Lovino's cheeks. He stuck his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and looked down, suddenly feeling embarrassed. "I hate that song," he mumbled. Antonio chuckled at his response. Clicking the song off again, the Spaniard picked up Lovino in his arms and spun around with him. "H-hey!" Lovino yelped in protest, wrapping his arms around Antonio's neck so he wouldn't fall. He stopped spinning, the usual bubbly smile on his face and proceeded to plop down on the couch by the fireplace with the Italian in his lap. Lovino's blush darkened as he sat there and, realizing after a moment that he wasn't going to be let go of, he laid his head on the man's shoulder. Antonio ran his fingers through his boyfriend's soft hair, the quiet and warmth of the house making him feel at ease after all the events from earlier. Lovino, on the other hand, was feeling more anxious with every passing second. He couldn't remember the last time they'd been this close since the potion smashed over his head. How long had they been living here anyway? Over a month at least, maybe even two. That was way too damn long. Getting more restless with the thought, he started to squirm. "You ok?" Antonio asked. Lovino took a deep breath, drawing in his confidence. He placed his legs on either side of Antonio's lap, pressing their foreheads together and trying to avoid contact with the sparkling green eyes he knew would make him melt. "Lovino?"
"Shut up," the Italian breathed, wrapping his arms around the Spaniard's neck and bringing their lips together. A dark red painted Lovino's cheeks as sparks flew between the two. Antonio sat up straighter, leaning into the kiss. He pressed his tongue to his boyfriend's lips, begging for entrance which was unhesitantly given, the all-too-familiar sweet taste of tomato washing over his taste buds. Slipping his hand under Lovino's hoodie, the Spaniard pulled it up over his head and discarded it to the floor. Lovino could feel his heart beating a million miles an hour, a pulsating heat traveling through his veins. He gripped the Spaniard's hair tightly. A moan escaped him as Antonio slid his hands down his sides to the button on his jeans. Undoing the button, he slowly started to pull them down the Italian's hips…..
Suddenly, the roaring sound of instruments split into the quiet of the room. The two on the couch practically jumped out of their skin, the abrupt noise scaring them for a second. "Dammit," Lovino growled, slumping forward with his head on Antonio's shoulder, irritation bubbling inside him. The Spaniard chuckled, leaning back on the couch. "It's just some music." Lovino sighed and stood up from the couch. "Yea, well it's gonna give me a damn headache." He made his way down the hall and stopped in front of the door to the room which seemed to be the source of the earth-shaking music, and pushing the door open.
"This world's yours for the taking! This world's yours for the taking!"
The volume increased as the door opened to the fair-sized room where Vlad sat at a black computer desk, staring at the screen intently and clicking the mouse rapidly. "Hey asshole!" Yelling as loud as he could, Lovino could hardly even hear himself over the rumbling music. Obviously there was no response, and his short temper gave out. He marched into the room, shoving the man sideways in the wheeled computer chair he sat in, and turned the volume of the music all the way down. "Hey, hey, hey, what the hell are you doing?" Vlad objected. He leapt up from the chair and poked his way back in front of the computer. "Great, you got me killed," he grumbled sarcastically. He put his hand to his forehead and glared at Lovino with fury burning in his red eyes. "I thought you left, what the fuck do you want?"
"Your music was too loud," the Italian stated, managing to contain a majority of his own anger. Maybe it was a side effect from the potion, but he didn't want to cause a problem if there didn't need to be one. "Well I've been far more than courteous to you while you've been here, so you should be thanking me. This is my damn house so I can do as I please," Vlad hissed. He looked over Lovino disapprovingly before turning back to his computer game, which had apparently revived his character. "Why don't you just go finish fucking your boyfriend and mind your own damn business." Lovino's face turned red with irritation. What the hell was that supposed to mean? He motioned to put his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, and then realized he wasn't wearing it. And his pants were still unbuttoned. Shit. His cheeks flushed darker with the embarrassment of this realization. "There's nothing to thank you for, you self-centered fuck," he muttered as he took a step back towards the door to leave. "I don't see how he puts up with your bullshit anyway," Vlad stated. "Have fun while it lasts without that potion."
The Italian paused just before he exited the room after hearing those words. "Excuse me?" he growled. "Oh, who's the 'self-centered fuck' now? Did I hurt your feelings?" The fanged man scoffed, still staring at the screen as he clicked the mouse repeatedly. Lovino clenched his fists and took a deep breath. He could deal with this. They'd go back to their house tomorrow and it wouldn't be a problem. Vlad was just a dick and wasn't worth the time or effort for saying he was difficult. He knew he was a difficult person. "I don't see why it would upset you though. Antonio isn't all that great," Vlad continued. Oh hell no. Without a moment's hesitation, Lovino bolted back into the room to where Vlad stood in front of the computer. Now anger was the overpowering force coursing through him, painting his vision with red. Grabbing the vampire by the collar, he yanked him closer and used his other hand to slam into his nose. Yelping in pain Vlad fell back on the floor, covering his nose with his hands as scarlet splashed across his face. "Fuck," he squealed. The Italian glared daggers at him. "You do not say shit about Antonio like that," he snarled. Not wanting to get carried away over it, he turned towards the door again, walking out and back down the hall to where Antonio still sat on the couch, his head tilted in confusion as Lovino approached.
"Everything ok?" the Spaniard questioned. Lovino fell back onto the couch beside his boyfriend. "Yea," he sighed heavily. He laid his head back, covering his eyes with his arms to try and calm down. He didn't even think he'd been that worked up over it but realized he was actually shaking slightly. "Lovi, what happened?" Concern laced his words, and he looked at the Italian's hand which was bloody around the knuckles. Lovino removed his arms from across his eyes to look at his hand as well. Stretching his fingers he started to feel it throbbing where he'd punched Vlad, and an amused grin spread across his face. "Damn, I guess we're all getting hurt today," he said. He avoided the actual question because he wasn't even sure how to respond. It hurt him more that Antonio had been the subject of the negativity, but he had no idea how to word that to not sound weird. Antonio got up and went into the kitchen, returning with a damp rag. He dabbed at the blood on the Italian's hand. "Does it hurt?" Lovino shook his head in response. It wasn't his blood, anyways.
The fire was getting low with orange embers glowing out of the charred wood, and the house was quiet again. Antonio was relieved to see that there wasn't any actual broken skin on Lovino's fist, but it was just a little spotty and red. "We're going home tomorrow," the Italian abruptly stated. He was tired of being here. The spell wore off so there wasn't even a reason to stay. They should never have even stayed anyway, but it's kinda hard to object when you literally can't be mean. Everything here was pretty crap in comparison to their house and he actually missed it. Antonio smiled his adorably goofy smile. "Whatever you say, Lovi!~" A light blush crossed Lovino's cheeks. "G-good," he stammered, laying his head on the Spaniard's shoulder. Antonio wrapped his arm around him and ran his fingers through his hair. Lovino could feel his eyes growing heavy with the soothing motion and the silence that floated in the air. All the events of the day now caught up to him and he sank into the warm darkness of slumber.
It was early in the morning when he woke up again. He noticed he had been moved into 'his' room at some point while he was asleep, and he was curled up on the bed with a blanket covering him. Antonio was nowhere in sight, so the Italian got up and changed into a different pair of jeans and a t-shirt before exiting the room. Hearing a shuffling down the hall, Lovino headed in the direction of it. Entering the main room of the house, he saw Antonio placing a few final things into the large suitcase they had brought for the stay, earbuds in his ears. The Spaniard looked up, smiling wide when he saw Lovino there. "Good morning!~" He chirped cheerily. Zipping up the suitcase and setting it against the wall, he gave the Italian a kiss on the cheek. "Ready to go when you are!"
Lovino was actually surprised. It looked like the Spaniard had been awake for a while getting things together, but it was unusually early for either of them to even be awake. Snow still covered the streets outside, and the gray in the sky was outlined with a dull orange as the sun started to rise. "I say we go now," he said, grabbing his jacket off the coat rack by the door. Everything was ready to go so why not just go? "Ok," Antonio responded. "It's pretty early so why don't we stop at that coffee place we like on the way?" he suggested gleefully. "Yea, that sound-" He paused before finishing the comment. They only went to that place, their favorite sit-down coffee house, on rare occasions and most of those occasions tended to be when the Spaniard did something he thought might upset him. "Wait, did you forget the car again?" Antonio glanced down guiltily, rubbing the back of his neck. "I might have." How could he forget the car again? It happened so often that it was…funny. Lovino laughed at the idea; how had he never found it funny that his boyfriend forgot to bring a car home? "Uh, so you're not mad?" The Spaniard asked. The Italian shook his head, getting the giggles out of his system. "We should probably get going then," he recommended. Antonio chuckled at the adorably optimistic Italian, grabbing the suitcase from the wall and opening the door. "Then let's go!"
It wasn't nearly as cold as it had been yesterday, but snow and ice still covered every space on the ground. Lovino walked out the door, followed by Antonio who shut the door behind them. Just knowing they'd be out of that house for good made the Italian instantly feel better. The icy wind was actually sort of refreshing. "We're still getting coffee, though," he informed the Spaniard. Antonio just grinned and held Lovino's hand in his own as they walked. After all this silly shenanigans they were finally going home.
High-five for being a tease? No? Ok, well hope that was a good enough end to the story!