Monday~! :D

When Antonio awoke the next morning, he was surprised to see that Lovino was not only still laying on him and fast asleep, but the boy had also gained a large, fluffy blanket at some point in the night. He blinked sleep from his eyes and yawned, straightening his back and hearing it pop back into place. He sighed happily at the feeling and relaxed back again, perfectly content to wait for Lovino to wake up.

Lovino murmured something and gripped Antonio's shirt with his hands as he shifted around, then he slowly started up at Antonio's face with bleary, not fully awake eyes.

Antonio smiled at him. "Buenos días, Lovi," he said gently. "Did you sleep well?"

Lovino buried his face into Antonio's shirt and mumbled, "I guess dammit…. My damn mouth still feels gross because of that damn deer…."

"Oh? Speaking of that deer, can you explain that to me? Why did Feli do that?" Antonio asked, unconsciously shifting his hold to be more comfortable for the Italian.

Lovino blinked and rubbed his eyes. "What kind of question is that…..? Feliciano did it because he was trying to make me feel better…."

"I was just curious. Thank you for giving me some as well," he said, smiling happily.

"Prego…." Lovino mumbled. Then he blinked more and shoved Antonio off the couch. "Why the hell are you still here you bastard?! You should've left last night!"

Antonio landed with a loud thump. "Loooooovi!" he cried indignantly. "That hurt! And I didn't leave last night because you fell asleep on my lap and I didn't want to disturb you!"

"S-So?!" Lovino sputtered then remembered the blanket around him, causing him to yelp and wrap it around himself better. "Y-You were probably watching me right now you damn pervert!"

The poor Spaniard was now horribly confused. "What are you taking about, Lovi...?"

There was a series of softer thumps on the stairs and Feliciano appeared at the bottom of the steps, yawning and rubbing his eyes, his hair tousled, obviously having just woken up. He stared at the two for a moment before smiling sleepily. "Cute~," he cooed, wandering into the kitchen to find something to eat.

"Y-You already know what, you damn pervert! Don't play dumb!" Lovino stuttered as his face flushed red. Then he yelled over at Feliciano, "And you shut the hell up!" before turning and dashing all the way up the stairs to his room and slamming the door shut.

Antonio got up and went into the kitchen, completely confused. Feliciano glanced up from his bowl of cereal. "I don't get it, Feli! What is Lovi so upset about?" Antonio asked in confusion.

"Veh. He's probably embarrassed. When we change back, our clothes are gone. He thought you were creeping on him," Feliciano said bluntly, starring into the bowl, still partially asleep.

Antonio blushed brightly, now understanding the older Italians problem. "I better go apologize..." he muttered, rushing from the room.

"Go do... doing... thinks..." Feliciano mumbled, his head falling onto the table beside the bowl, fast asleep.

Antonio stood outside Lovino's room and knocked on the door. "Lovino? H-Hey... Feliciano told me what... upset you so much... I'm sorry I made you so uncomfortable," he said.

Lovino slowly opened the door and peeked out behind it with a wary look on his face. "W-What did you just say to me you bastard…?"

"I said I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you," Antonio said, starring into Lovino's eyes, his honestly and something else shinning brightly in them.

"No… I should have realized that myself dammit. Don't beat your stupid ass up about it," Lovino sighed and opened the door while holding the blanket in his arms and revealing the fact that he now had a new change of clothes on. "But move it bastard. I need to put this damn thing in the washer. Wolf fur is a bitch to get out of clothes and shit."

Antonio stepped the the side to give Lovino room to move.

Lovino walked past and glanced back at Antonio. "Why the hell are you and the other vampires bastards still here anyway?"

"I didn't know the others were still here. Did you see them?" Antonio asked, following him.

"No. And I SURE as hell better not have seen those bastards. I was in my damn room remember?" Lovino retorted and kept walking. Then he glanced back at Antonio again and asked, "But…. Why the hell did you seem so comfortable here last night anyway….? In all the damn movies I've seen, vampires and… were-… I-I mean what me and Feliciano are… aren't both damn things supposed to be enemies or something?"

"I have no idea where that idea comes from. Vampires don't dislike your kind anymore than the British and Americans dislike each other. Some don't, some do. Really the only time there are disputes between the two are over territory. But we don't mind you guys being here, so everything's fine," Antonio said.

Lovino stopped and stared at Antonio with a calculating look on his face. "You don't 'mind' us being here? What if it was when you first saw us it WASN'T at school but in the woods near OUR house during last full moon? Would you still be saying the same damn thing?"

"Not sure. Maybe. It was Gilbert and Francis who attacked you guys first. Probably the smell of blood everywhere made them go a bit crazy. If they hadn't found you guys eating that deer, they would have just waited until you were back to normal to talk," Antonio said, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Great…. Now doesn't THAT make me feel better…." Lovino retorted and scoffed as he started walking down the hall again. "But no damn comments from you about us even EATING the damn deer in the first damn place?"

Antonio flashed him a confused face. "What, Lovi? Was something wrong with it?"

Lovino rolled his eyes. "Most bastards would THINK something was wrong with it. Hell, I even fucking gave you a piece of bloody meat and all you did was smile and thank me!" He said then stopped as his face flushed from the words.

"Well, I still think that was nice of you. It was surprisingly good. I don't think we've ever tried animal blood before," Antonio said, smiling at the memory of the taste.

Lovino blinked and stared at him, completely shocked. "You never tried deer before? It's delicious as hell dammit! And so is squirrel and rabbit! Well…. When we're like that anyway… It's disgusting as hell right now," He added in as he glanced away.

Antonio nodded. "We'll have to try it then. Instead of cold blood from a bag we can try catching animals... Maybe it'll be tastier~!"

"H-Hey! Leave some for us too, dammit!" Lovino pouted and glared. Then he shuddered from Antonio's comment. "But… Ugh... That's really how you bastards DRINK that shit…..?"

"We aren't going to hunt in your woods, Lovi. We'll go somewhere else," Antonio promised before answering the Italian's question. "We don't really have a choice. No one wants to attack a human but we need the blood. So, frozen bags it is."

"Better not dammit," Lovino retorted and crossed his arms, choosing to ignore Antonio's other comment. "But I'm still confused as hell. You said that all the damn vampire shit is fake so what the hell IS true about all you bastards?"

"Uh... I don't know. You know the whole, stake-through-the-heart-thing? That would probably work, but I'm pretty sure that would kill anybody," Antonio said.

"What about those damn crosses then….?" Lovino asked, unable to keep the curiosity out of his voice. "I already found out the hard damn way that me and Feliciano have to be careful around silver."

"Crosses? Nope. Ironically, Gil and Ludwig both have cross necklaces that their grandfather gave to them when they were small. How did you find out about the silver?" Antonio asked, just as curious.

Lovino glanced away and buried his right hand into the blanket. "Accident," He said bluntly and started walking off again.

"Lovi...? Did I say something wrong...?" Antonio asked, following him.

"NO," Lovino snapped and walked faster.

Antonio frowned. "H-Hey, Lovino. I'm sorry. What did I say?"

"Nothing! Now drop it!" Lovino growled and started stomping off.

Antonio reached out and grabbed Lovino's right arm, pulling the werewolf's hand from the blanket. "Lovi, come on. What's the ma-" He stopped short when he noticed something on Lovino's hand. It looked like a burn...

"Lovino..." he said, slowly and softly. "What is this?"

Lovino quickly glanced away and started trying to pull his hand back. "N-Nothing dammit… L-Let go…"

Antonio tightened his grip slightly. "This looks like a chain burned into your skin..."

"It's FINE," Lovino spat, still not looking at Antonio as he continued trying to pull his hand free. "N-Now get off dammit….."

In that moment, Antonio somehow understood what had happened. "Someone touched you with a silver necklace, didn't they? That's how you figured it out..."

Lovino bit his lip and clenched the hand Antonio was holding into a fist. "I THOUGHT I said it was none of your damn business….." He muttered.

"Lovino, you're my friend. That makes it my business. I wish I had know you then. I could have stopped it from happening," Antonio said remorsefully.

"What's there to stop…..?" Lovino muttered sadly. "All it was just a couple of stupido bastards being brats after hearing 'rumors' about me and Feliciano and trying to see if we really were you-know-whats…."

"You shouldn't have been hurt! That's just so cruel! And it's not fair! They should have just left you alone!" Antonio cried. He suddenly brought Lovino's hand to his lips and gently kissed the marks. "I wouldn't have let them harm you. I'm sorry."

Lovino's face flushed bright red as he yanked his hand away and held it against his chest. "D-Don't do that you bastard! W-Why the hell did you do that?!" Then he calmed down and looked away. "But… Don't tell Feliciano this….. I never told him the truth… I said it was a cooking accident….."

Antonio nodded. "Alright. I won't. I promise."

"G-Grazie….." Lovino mumbled with a slight blush to his face. Then he glared at Antonio and said, "But how long are you planning on staying in my damn house anyway?! Go somewhere else bastard!"

Antonio smiled and laughed. "I was waiting for you to tell me to take off, actually. I'll see you at school Monday?" he asked.

Lovino stopped and blinked confused. "Huh….? You'd fucking leave just like that….?"

Antonio blinked back. "Didn't you want me to...?"

"I-I never said that dammit…" Lovino stuttered/mumbled as his face flushed. To keep it covered up, Lovino quickly bent down and started stuffing the blanket into the washing machine.

"Oh... I guess I'll stay a little longer," Antonio decided, smiling.

"Fine. Do whatever the hell you want bastard," Lovino retorted then dumped the detergent in and started the washer.

Meanwhile, Ludwig, after cleaning one of the extra room upstairs, walked down into the kitchen to put away the cleaning supplies when he noticed Feliciano sleeping near his bowl. Raising an eyebrow, he walked over and shook his shoulder. "Feliciano?"

Feliciano remained asleep, his only reaction a soft plea for five more minutes.

Ludwig continued to shake him. "Feliciano…. You need to wake up."

Feliciano swatted at Ludwig's hand. "I'm awake... I'm awake," he groaned, sitting up and leaning back in his chair.

"Er… Are you alright…..?" Ludwig tentatively asked.

"Tired... Why did you wake me up...?" the little Italian asked, pouting sleepily.

"It's morning…." Ludwig answered. "And you're sleeping next to your cereal."

"Cereal...?" Feliciano looked down and saw the half-eaten breakfast in front of him. "I don't remember getting this... When did I get downstairs anyways...? Actually, when did I come inside...? Didn't I fall asleep in the yard?" he asked, confusion evident in his voice.

"Er…. Well… Ja. You did. I carried you back to your room then went to clean," Ludwig said, not sure of how to respond. "As for how and when you got down here, I'm not entirely sure."

"Veh. How strange~!" Feliciano chirped. He stood up and took his bowl to the sink, pouring the milk and soggy cereal down the drain, rinsing the bowl out and setting it on the counter before turning to the German. "So, did you all stay here last night?"

Ludwig nodded. "Ja. We did. Er….. Bruder found your grandfather's stock of alcohol and they ended up having a drinking party… Sorry."

Feliciano yawned. "It'll be fine. As long as they left some of the wine, Nonno won't get to angry."

"Er… I… guess that's good…." Ludwig muttered. Then he asked, "But... Er… How are you feeling… ? You… seem to have bags under your eyes…. Are you alright?"

"Huh?" Feliciano reached up and touched the skin under his eyes. "I do?" He pushed away from the counter and went into the bathroom, looking into the mirror. "Where?" he asked.

"Er… Right there," Ludwig said and pointed. "Can you even see them though….?"

Feliciano frowned and leaned closer to the mirror. "I don't see them, Ludwig," he reported, balancing on his hands and holding himself off the floor over the sink.

"Er… Well, it's alright… It's uh… gone now," Ludwig answered.

With a 'tsk'ing noise, Feliciano dropped back onto the ground. "If you say so."

Ludwig sighed then said, "Is there anything else you want to do….? Or would you prefer for us to leave now? We really HAVE overstayed our welcome."

"Luddy, I don't mind that you're here! I like it when you come to see me. It makes me happy~!" Feliciano said, smiling.

"O-Oh… I guess that's good…." Ludwig said awkwardly as he stared at the werewolf. "D-Danke…."

"Prego~! Veh, veh~! If you give me a minute to change, we can go to the park and play if you want~!" he suggested.

Ludwig blinked from the surprise request. "Well… We can if you really want to….. Any particular reason why?"

"The park is fun~!" the Italian answered simply. Then he rushed upstairs to his room to change, leaving Ludwig alone.

"I-I…. I see…." Ludwig muttered as he watched Feliciano. "I think….."

The Italian was back a few moments later, dressed and almost ready. The only thing left was... "H-Hey, Luddy? Could you... help me with something...?" Feliciano asked, his face slightly pink as he shuffled his feet.

Ludwig blinked and walked over to him while feeling very confused. "? What is it?"

"C-Could you possibly... I-I mean would you help me..." Feliciano's voice was little more than a squeak at this point. "t-tie my shoes...?"

Lovino looked down at the untied laces and nodded. "Ja. Sit down somewhere so I can tie them."

Feliciano nodded and sat at the table. "A-Are you sure? It's not bothering you? Lovi said t-that I'm not suppose to tell anyone I can't tie them because I'll get made fun of..." he said, his brow furrowing worriedly.

Ludwig shook his head as he started tying the shoes. "I would never make fun of you. Many people have things they can't do. There's nothing wrong with that."

"Veh... Grazie, Luddy. That makes me feel much better," Feliciano said, smiling softly down at the German vampire.

Ludwig nodded and moved onto the next shoe. "That's good…." He mumbled then a second later pulled back. "There. I'm done. They're not too tight are they?"

Feliciano swung his legs back and forth a couple of times then jumped onto his feet. "They're fine~! Grazie mille, Luddy~!" Feliciano thanked. He took his hand and pulled him towards the door. "To the park~!"

"Ja…. To the park…." Ludwig repeated awkwardly as he let Feliciano drag him along.

"So what the hell IS true about you bastards anyway?" Lovino asked as he flopped down on the couch and leaned back. "And if you DARE say with the whole 'drinking blood shit' I'm smacking you, dammit."

"I thought that was a given. I didn't think I needed to say that," Antonio answered, leaning against the wall and watching the Italian. "I think it would be easier to say what's not true. There's more."

Lovino crossed his arms and said. "Fine dammit. So do that."

"Garlic is just a myth along with crosses, holy water, sick pigs, uh... sunlight, and some people think we can only drink from virgins, but I don't see what that has to do with how your blood is. None of that is true," Antonio said.

"What about the having to be invited into someone's house shit?" Lovino asked then paused. "Wait… What the hell do you mean by sick PIGS?!"

"That also isn't true, but the sick pigs is an older myth and I didn't know if you knew about it. Not sure what that was all about, but apparently a vampire at one point was allergic to pigs and was killed or something by a sick one. I don't know. It sounded strange then and it still does," Antonio said, shrugging.

"Ugh… Damn that sounds gross…." Lovino commented. Then a random thought hit him. "But… what did you mean that you had to CHOOSE to be one…? And how fucking old are you anyway? 100? 200?"

"I'm sixteen. When we change, we stop aging. And I mean just that. You have to choose to be a vampire. The process is painful and can be lonely if you don't have anyone with you," Antonio explained.

"Oh…." Lovino mumbled as he remembered the bite and his own transformations every month. To help Antonio feel better, (J-Just so he wouldn't start crying or anything dammit! N-Not that he wanted to help!), Lovino smirked and said, "So… That means that next year I'LL be the older one instead of us being the same damn age."

Antonio laughed. "Technically." Then his face fell. "But... The more I think about that, the more I realize I hate that thought..."

Lovino blinked and raised an eyebrow. "Huh? What the hell do you mean by that?"

"I mean, I don't want you to be older than me. I want you to stay the same and be my friend. I like being around you, Lovi. I don't want to see you get old and die someday," Antonio said, looking the werewolf straight in the eye.

Feliciano rushed happily into the park, beaming like a small child. It was a rather nice place. The park had a play set with multiple slides, swings, an obstacle course, a merry-go-round, and a trail around the lake it rested beside. On the other side of the lake, were a couple of basket ball courts and a large shelter house for picnics along with scattered tables out on the grass.

Ludwig awkwardly stood by the side and watched.

"Luddy, Luddy~!" Feliciano called from his seat on the swings. "Push me please~!" There were a few mothers with their children and they smiled at the Italian as they played with their kids. There were a few couples walking around the trail, but they weren't paying attention to anything other than their date.

Ludwig's face turned pink and he awkwardly walked over. "J-Ja… I guess I can do that…" he stuttered before he started pushing the swing.

Feliciano cheered and swung his legs, careful not to kick the German. "Veh~! I don't remember ever doing stuff like this~!" he commented. "It always looked so fun~! And it is~!"

Ludwig paused and blinked but continued to push the swing. "You didn't…? Not even when you were younger with your bruder?"

Feliciano was silent and the only noise that permeated the air was the squeak of the chains on his swing and the laughter of the children. Finally, he spoke again, his voice soft. "No. It wasn't safe for us to play anywhere but at our house and it was to small to have things like this," he said, shaking the chain slightly. "We didn't move to America just because of our condition either. We had to leave because we're being hunted."

"Oh….. I'm sorry….." Ludwig muttered. "But… Er... Hunted….? They would try to do that to a couple of children?"

"We weren't and aren't children to them. We're monsters. Dangerous animals that need to gotten rid of," Feliciano said almost silently. "We aren't people to them, Ludwig. They don't think we should be alive. We're a burden and a threat."

Ludwig stopped the swing and hugged Feliciano from behind. "I'm sorry….. I can't say that I completely understand how you feel… But I wish I could have done something then to help you."

Feliciano sniffed softly and leaned into the hug, feeling much safer than he had in a long while in the other's arms.

Neither boy noticed a couple watching them, their glares dark and angry. One of them smirked. "Found you, wolf."