AN: So...here's a new chapter. And I am currently in the midst of trying to work on something new as well. Something I've been meaning to do for about two months now...eh..sorry.
To those who reviewed:
Spamano4ever: Yep.
ThatRandomReview: That's true...those aren't usually very fun..as for if Lovi ever hated Ludwig...I don't think it was so much hated him as distrusted him. I dunno. It's been a weird relationship with those two from the start, really. Lovi doesn't trust him much in the beginning, and it comes off as if he hates him but he doesn't.
Luvrainluv: They do, ironically enough. I dunno. Is it? Most likely, actually. I hope it turns out well too. Because it'd be amazing if it worked out. But in my school? It's likely gonna be a bust.
Enjoy.
The following morning, he was woke up to his brother bursting into his room. "Fratello~! Toni's here! Get up!"
Lovino flinched and pulled a pillow over his head. "Go away, damn it."he grumbled from underneath the pillow.
Feliciano pouted, but headed out.
Antonio showed up in the room about two minutes later, closing the door before moving to sit down beside Lovino on the bed. "Lovi!"
Lovino groaned and allowed the pillow to be pulled away.
Antonio raised an eyebrow. "You feeling alright, love?"
"Go away."Lovino said softly.
Antonio frowned. "Why would I do something like that? I came to spend the day with you..."
Lovino pushed himself up and had to hold his head in one hand for a moment before he could speak again. "I'm not moving from here today unless I have to, Toni. Leave."
"I don't wanna."Antonio said in response. "Did you have fun last night?"
Lovino groaned. "I got drunk as hell before I left the club. I suppose I did. Can I go back to sleep now?"
Antonio kissed the top of Lovino's head and nodded. "I'll check in later..?"
Lovino ignored this, laying back down and curling up.
He was already fast asleep by the time Antonio was out of the room.
Feliciano frowned at Antonio when the Spaniard came into the living room. "He send you back out?"
"He went back to sleep. I think he might be a bit too hung over for his own good right now."Antonio answered.
Gilbert chuckled. "His own fault for drinking so much."
Feliciano frowned. "You remember what happened last time he got drunk, right?"he asked. "He came home with a broke arm and had managed to give himself at least two very deep gashes across his upper arm by the time he made it in again. I don't want my brother hurt again, Gilbert."
The serious tone of voice that the younger Italian used surprised everyone, but it left no room for argument.
Matthew spoke. "Lovi'll be fine, Feli. I promise he will be. Maybe sick from drinking so much and stuff, but he'll be alright when that fades out."
About five that evening, Lovino stumbled his way into the room, rubbing at his eyes while he attempted to walk. He knew it wasn't a bright idea, blocking his sight like that while trying to move, but his eyes were blurry from sleep anyways.
Antonio grabbed him when he nearly fell and chuckled. "Someone's accident prone,"he commented, pulling him to a seat carefully. "Sit."
Feliciano took one look at his older brother before he got up and disappeared into the kitchen for a bit. When he came back with food and a drink, everyone gave faintly amused smiles to him.
The next hour, Lovino snapped quite a bit, his exhaustion clear though he'd slept through the night and most of the day as well.
Gilbert laughed softly once Lovino was asleep, curled against Antonio.
Ludwig ventured back into the living room then and rolled his eyes. "Bruder, it's not nice to laugh at others' misfortune."he commented dryly before sitting down. He threw a look at Lovino before rolling his eyes. "How drunk did he get last night?"
Matthew chuckled. "We had to lead him out to the car. It wasn't that he drunk too much..it's just that he's not had alcohol in a bit over a year now, and he wasn't expecting it to be so potent, so it hit him harder than it would have if he had been used to it."
Ludwig nodded in understanding and the group fell silent after that.
At least he wasn't hurt this time, Feliciano noticed. No injuries decorated his brother this go 'round. He probably didn't feel the best in the world, but at least he wasn't injured. That was a plus.
Here ya go.