Before anyone flips their shit for any reason, I just wanted to say THERE IS A REASON FOR EVERYTHING WE DO. I PROMISE.
The entire group managed to converge again on the Vargas' front porch. Francis was pretending to listen to Gilbert rant about how awesome his new bird was while he was really petting his bunny. Matthew was talking softly to his bear cub, who would interrupt every now and then to ask who he was. Antonio was laughing as his tortoise gnawed at his fingers and Alfred's slightly-chubby kitten was mewing at him happily and licking the America everywhere he could reach. Kiku had a tiny white puppy napping quietly in his arm. Everyone was carrying a new friend. Everyone, except...
"Veh, Luddy? Did you not find anything you liked?" Feliciano asked, cuddling Gino.
"Because they all hated his fucking guts," Lovino muttered as he petted Gio and glared daggers at the tortoise.
"Nein," Ludwig answered while ignoring Lovino's comment. "I would have preferred a dog but there wasn't any certain breed there that was my taste."
"Oh..." Feliciano said, sounding disappointed. He pushed open the door and everyone entered. They could hear Romulus moving around in the kitchen. Feeling very nervous about what their grandfather would say about the cats, a question suddenly occurred to him. "Luddy? When's your birthday?" he asked, stalling for as long as he could.
Ludwig blinked and looked over at the surprise question. "October 20th. Why?"
Feliciano was silent for a moment then burst into tears. Loud tears.
"W-What the hell?!" Lovino exclaimed as he jumped in surprise.
However, before anyone could do anything, loud footsteps echoed through the house and Romulus appeared on the porch a second later while looking VERY worried. "Feli?! What is it?! What's wrong, bambino?!"
Lucky for Gino, the kitten had jumped out of Feliciano's arms and into Ludwig's because the Italian began to flail his arms all around as he cried and blubbered, his words not making any sense in English or Italian.
Lovino snatched Gino away from the German while Romulus cuddled Feliciano and tried to get the younger Italian to calm down enough to speak.
This tactic was taking a bit longer than usual to work, so Romulus motioned for everyone to go into the house before once more wrapping his arms around the younger twin, hugging him, and cooing softly to calm him down.
Inside the house, Feliciano's cries could still be heard all the way in the kitchen, though they were now muted slightly. "What was that all about?" Gilbert asked, reaching up and smoothing Gilbird's ruffled feathers.
"Er…. I'm not sure…." Ludwig answered awkwardly.
"So why don't you bastards just leave then?" Lovino grumbled to himself.
Finally, Romulus reentered the house, Feliciano holding onto his hand tightly, his eyes red and a little puffy from crying. He sniffed a few times and when the two Italians reached the kitchen, Feliciano flung himself on Ludwig, hugging him tightly. He whimpered softly and whispered sadly to him. "I-I'm the worst boyfriend ever. I missed your birthday," he said, his voice on the edge of bursting into tears again.
Ludwig went to reply but Lovino cut him off by exclaiming, "When the hell did this asshole become your fucking BOYFRIEND?!"
Feliciano whimpered again and clung to Ludwig tighter."W-Well... He didn't really say we are, but..." Here, he turned to Ludwig and looked up at him with glittering honey amber eyes. "Luddy loves me... Right?" he asked, sounding unsure.
Ludwig ignored the blazing gold glare and growls as he nodded. "Ja. Of course I do, Feliciano."
"So... We're dating, right?" Feliciano continued, curiously.
"J-Ja… I-I guess…. I-If you actually want to of course…." Ludwig stuttered nervously.
Feliciano whipped his face and smiled brightly. "Of course~. I love Luddy to~. So, that is why I said boyfriend~." Then, having reminded himself of what had been wrong earlier, the Italian's eyes welled with tears again.
"Gio... Sic him... or I'll fucking do it…" Lovino growled and bared his teeth.
Gio actually began to raise in Lovino's arms, only to be brought back down by Gino, who mewed at his brother. For the first time, Romulus noticed the cats. "Cats...?" he said, questioningly.
Lovino was the first to react as he quickly handed Gino to Feliciano and held Gio close. "S-Si, dammit….." He mumbled as he looked away.
Feliciano hugged Gino to his chest, the little kitten mewing softly. "I wanna keep him," he said.
Romulus nervously bit his lip in reply. "… Are... you sure this is such a good idea…. I don't want either one of you hurt if something happens to them…."
Slowly, Feliciano turned to face his grandfather, his bangs sliding in front of his eyes. His irises where glowing brightly and could just be glimpsed through the curtain of hair. He held Gino closer, the tiny kitten starring up at him with huge eyes. He smiled slowly, his teeth looking slightly sharper than normal. "Hmm~?" he asked, his voice silky smooth, an underlying tone of something... dangerous in the single word.
"… T-The hell are you doing, dumbass…..?" Lovino nervously asked at seeing the change in his twin.
The gathered supernaturals glanced around at each other and slowly backed away from the younger Italian. Even Alfred could feel the change in the air and knew it wasn't as safe as it had been only moments ago.
Gino managed to escape Feliciano's arms and the kitten ran and hid behind Lovino, trembling a little. Gio quickly jumped from Lovino's hold and curled protectively around the smaller animal. The Italian didn't seem to even notice he no longer held his new pet.
"What did you say, Nonno~?" Feliciano asked in the same voice, his eyes glowing dangerously as he stared piercingly at the elder Italian.
However, before Romulus could reply, Lovino moved into Feliciano's field of vision with his own eyes glowing gold. "Feliciano…. Knock this shit off. Right. Now," Lovino growled, his voice thick with the authority of an alpha.
Feliciano growled at his twin, his eyes shinning brighter.
"Feliciano. I am SO fucking warning you right now…." Lovino growled lowly with his whole body tensed up.
Feliciano growled again and crouched, preparing to spring, his teeth and nails sharpening before everyone's eyes.
Lovino's own teeth and nails sharpened as he shoved Romulus out of the way and crouched down too. "Feliciano! Fucking listen to me already!"
"Verdamnt…. We need to move back," Ludwig muttered as he pulled the others away from the two werewolves and scooped up the kittens. "We shouldn't get close."
The boys nodded in agreement and slowly backed to the far edges of the kitchen, trying to keep from attracting Feliciano's attention.
Suddenly, Feliciano attacked. He jumped forward and slammed into Lovino, bringing his twin crashing into the ground as he growled and snarled, his clawed hands ripping at any place he could reach.
Lovino spat out a curse as he dug his foot into Feliciano's stomach then flipped him back into the couch sitting just next to the opening of the kitchen as he righted himself. Then he pounced onto Feliciano and slashed at everywhere he could reach.
Feliciano howled loudly in pain. He snapped at Lovino, biting his brother's hand and punching him hard in the chest, knocking the elder boy away.
Lovino growled and shook his hand to numb some of the pain, then rolled so he ended up behind Feliciano and jumped onto his back, then bit down on his twin's shoulder.
The younger Italian shrieked. He reached back, grabbed Lovino's shirt and hauled Lovino over his head and slammed him into the ground. He instantly jumped away from his brother and growled, giving himself some space to maneuver in. One hand was pressed firmly over the now bleeding bite wound.
Lovino let out a sharp yelp of pain when his back landed. Then, with a wince, he slowly started to pull himself off the ground.
Feliciano growled, his blood beginning to seep from between his fingers.
Lovino slowly got to his feet and crouched down, glaring at Feliciano with blazing gold eyes as he growled lowly.
Feliciano turned his head and looked at his bloody shoulder. Then, before Lovino could react, he lept forward, changing into a full wolf in the air and crashing into his twin heavily, his golden eyes glowing brightly in fury. He snarled at Lovino and snapped at his face.
Lovino used both arms to hold the wolf back as he kicked Feliciano in the stomach and dug his foot in. Then he punched Feliciano in the face as he forced himself free and jumped back.
The werewolf pushed himself back onto his feet, his mouth leaking blood. Feliciano crouched and prepared to jump again, but froze at a sudden mewing sound. The Italian turned towards Ludwig, who was still holding Gio and Gino. The kittens were mewing at the twins for all they were worth. They squirmed and jumped away from the Germany, running to their owners. Gio rubbed against Lovino's legs and laid down on his feet while Gino stop in front of the wolf and mewed at him. After a moment of consideration, Feliciano laid down before the kitten and leaned forward, lightly licking the tiny creature before carefully picking him up with his teeth and bringing it closer and setting the kitten on his front paws.
Gino kneaded at this new spot for a minute then curled up and fell asleep right there. Feliciano laid his head down next to the kitten and relaxed. He whimpered softly as the pain in his shoulder and mouth flared.
Lovino blinked in surprise as his gold eyes stared down at the kitten. Slowly reaching out, he picked up Gio while avoiding hitting him with his claws and held the small kitten close.
"… Antonio? Go take Lovino into another room and go take care of his wounds. I'll take care of Feliciano's right here," Ludwig spoke up as he moved over to Feliciano.
Antonio nodded and moved to Lovino's side, wrapping his arm gently around the Italian's shoulders and gently taking him to another room.
Feliciano whimpered when Ludwig moved towards him and shifted slightly away from the German.
Ludwig stayed where he was as he gently said, "I need to take care of that, Feliciano. You're hurt."
Slowly, Feliciano turned his head and showed the wound on his shoulder to the German, the blood matting his fur and turning it darker.
Ludwig grabbed a spare clean towel out of the drawer near him and gently pressed it against the wound. "We need to stop the bleeding first. Then I'll clean it and wrap it up. Alright?"
Before the wolf could nod, he let out a cry of pain and curled up tightly as he began to change back.
"Verdamnt…." Ludwig muttered as he quickly looked around for something large enough to cover the Italian.
Feliciano groaned as he returned to normal. He lay on the floor panting and hugging Gino to his bare chest, his mouth and shoulder hurting incredibly.
Ludwig grabbed a random towel and used it to cover the Italian, then went to work on cleaning and wrapping the wound.
Feliciano hissed at the stinging sensation in his shoulder.
"Sorry. I'm trying to be as gently as I can," Ludwig said. "I'm almost done."
The Italian clenched his teeth together tightly.
"There. I'm done. Does that help? I can try to go find you some medicine," Ludwig said as he moved back.
"W-Where is everyone?" Feliciano forced out.
"I'm not sure with everyone. But Antonio's in the other room with your brother, taking care of his wounds," Ludwig answered.
"O-Oh..." the Italian murmured softly, pulling the towel tighter around himself.
"Er…. What was that before…. With Lovino…? If you don't mind my asking."
Feliciano visibly flinched. "I... I'm not really sure..." he muttered, keeping his gaze on the ground before him.
"Oh…. I see…." Ludwig muttered.
"... A-Are you... angry with me...?" Feliciano asked softly, his voice trembling a little in fear of what the German vampire would say.
Ludwig shook his head no. "Nein. Of course not. Why would I be?"
Feliciano signed with relief and crawled to his lover, laying down and setting his head on his lap and hugging the towel around his body. "I dunno," he said. "I was just scared that you would be. I'm not sure why."
"Oh….." Ludwig said then started getting to his feet. "You want me to get you some clothes? Or do you want to head up to your room yourself?"
Not expecting Ludwig's movement, Feliciano's soft head clunked loudly against the hard wooden floor as he fell off the German.
"Ah! Nein!" Ludwig exclaimed as he helped Feliciano up. "Verdamnt. I thought I was moving slowly enough…."
Feliciano blinked repeatedly in surprised and shook his head. "I-I'm okay!" he said, almost falling onto the German vampire.
Ludwig held Feliciano up as he said, "You're almost falling over."
"Yep!" Feliciano answered. He was speaking unusually loudly.
"Er…. Why are you speaking so loudly….?" Ludwig asked confused and also slightly worried.
"Veh? I'm not talking loudly!" Feliciano yelled, just as confused. The look on his face told the vampire that was being serious and had no idea what Ludwig was talking about.
Ludwig frowned in concern as he looked at the Italian. "Where's your grandfather? We should go talk to him."
"What?" Feliciano called, leaning towards him and turning his head slightly. "I can't hear you! You're talking to quietly!"
"I'm taking you to see your grandfather!" Ludwig loudly told him as he took the Italian's hand and started leading him out of the room they were in.
"I don't know why, but okay~!" Feliciano chirped, happily skipping out of the room.
"Mr. Vargas?" Ludwig called out. "Are you in here?"
"In here!" the elder Italian's voice called from behind a door. Ludwig pushed it open and discovered it to be an office.
Ludwig gently led Feliciano in then walked into the office himself. "Er… does Feliciano have some... hearing problems… at different times….?"
Romulus looked up from the blue prints of his newest project, a little confused. "Hearing problems...? Hmm..." He thought for a moment. "Not very often," he finally answered. "Because of the wolf thing, he has very good hearing. Why do you ask?"
"Ciao, Nonno~!" Feliciano yelled cheerfully, waving his free hand at the elder man.
"Ciao, nipote," Romulus said, a little startled by Feliciano's volume.
"Er…. because of that…." Ludwig answered awkwardly.
"What happened?" Romulus asked, moving from behind his desk to Feliciano's side. He took his grandson's face in his hands gently and turned his head side to side. He located the bump on the back of Feliciano's head. "Where did this come from?"
Ludwig frowned in concern. "It must be from when he hit his head…."
"When did he hit his head? Ludwig, tell me what happened," Romulus demanded, hugging Feliciano to his chest. Even though he didn't know what was going on, Feliciano smiled and nuzzled closer to his grandfather, hugging him tightly and 'veh'ing softly.
Ludwig bit his lip then relayed the entire story, starting from the fight then ending with when Feliciano hit his head.
Romulus gave him a 'you are kinda stupid' look. "You realize I was right there during the fight right?" he asked.
Ludwig sighed and nodded. "J-Ja…. I'm sorry, sir. I wasn't thinking." Then he paused and said, "Er…. Do you know what to do…? He is your grandson after all. So that's why I thought I should go to you first."
Romulus thought for a moment, then spoke. "Well, it seems like being together helps them get better quicker somehow. So go find Lovi and have Feli stay near him. Also, don't think you can all leave your new pets here. I won't take care of them," he said.
Ludwig nodded and gently pried Feliciano off Romulus. "Ja. I will sir. And I'll make sure everyone else takes care of their pets as well." Then he gently dragged Feliciano off.
In the other room, Lovino growled a little and started to pull himself away before he froze with a wince of pain and a whine as he accidentally started digging his claws into his hands.
"Oh Lovi, it's okay. I'm just going to take care of your wounds, okay? It's alright. I promise," Antonio said kindly. Gio mewed and nuzzled his owner.
Lovino growled again as he set Gio down and then started scooting back, staring at Antonio with his gold eyes.
The cat moved behind the Italian and pressed against the backs of his legs. "Lovi, it's okay," Antonio said calmly, holding out his hands to the boy.
Lovino went to growl but stopped as he trembled and his nails, teeth, and eyes went back to normal.
"Lovi?" Antonio asked gently, pulling the Italian close.
"W-What bastard….?" Lovino stuttered as he went to pull away.
The vampire didn't let go, however. "Are you alright?" he asked, gently stroking Lovino's hair.
"….. You're not going to say anything about before, bastard….?"
"That's what I'm asking if you're alright about," Antonio said, leading Lovino to a chair and sitting him down. "Let me take care of your wounds now."
Lovino growled and started to get off it. "I'm FINE, dammit. I don't need it."
Gio suddenly jumped into his lap, the sudden added weight making Lovino sit back down. "Lovi, you just got taken down by a kitten. Yes, you do," Antonio said, bringing over things to clean the cuts on his arms, and the bite on his hand. "I don't know what to do about your back though."
"Don't do anything dammit," Lovino grumbled as he glared at both the vampire and cat. "I don't need ANY of it…."
"To bad. This will sting a little okay?" Antonio warned before beginning to clean the bite wound and the scratches.
Lovino winced a little and grumbled under his breath. "Don't I get a fucking choice with this, bastard…?"
Antonio smiled and kissed his cheek. "Nope," he said, pulling out bandages and beginning to wrap the wounds.
"! D-Don't do that bastard!" Lovino sputtered as he went to wipe off his cheek.
The Spaniard only smiled brighter. "And you are done," he said, finishing with the last bandage. "I can't help you with your back though. Lo siento."
"Whatever…. Didn't fucking ask you to do anything in the first damn place…." Lovino muttered under his breath.
"I know. I did it because I love you, querido," Antonio explained lightly.
"… C-Che cosa…..?"
Antonio walked over to the werewolf and wrapped his arms around him tightly, pulling the Italian close to him. He leaned down close to Lovino's ear. "I love you," he whispered. "Te amo, mi Lovi."
Lovino blinked rapidly as his face flushed. "C-Che….?! Y-You…..?! I-I…..!"
Antonio smiled brightly and kissed the Italian's nose.
Lovino sputtered with his face bright red as he tried to form words, unfortunately for him though he was much too tongue tied to be able to though.
The Spaniard chuckled and nuzzled Lovino. "I really do love you, querido."
"W-Why….?" Lovino finally managed to mumble as he glanced away.
"Why?" Antonio asked, shocked. "Because! You're precious! And beautiful and wonderful! And everything I could have ever wanted!" He hugged the werewolf close.
"N-No I'm not, dammit…." Lovino stuttered then he quickly cut Antonio off by saying, "I can't be anywhere near Feliciano for the next few hours."
The Spaniard blinked. "Huh? Why not?"
Lovino scowled as he pulled away. "H-He…. He questioned the 'alpha's' authority…. I-If I'm near him right now, the damn wolf shit will take over and I'll start fighting him again to keep my place on top." He spat with a disgusted look on his face.
"Oh..." Antonio said softly. He pulled Lovino closer. "How long?"
"At least two hours," Lovino answered while still scowling. "Maybe more. I don't know dammit."
The vampire nodded.
"I fucking hate this…." Lovino muttered to himself as he picked Gio up then curled into a slight ball.
Antonio gently rubbed his back comfortingly. "Oh, tomate... It's okay," he said softly.
"…. I don't need that, bastard.. I'm not a damn bambino…." Lovino mumbled.
Antonio nodded, but didn't stop. "I know you aren't."
"S-So why are you doing it, dammit…?!"
"You didn't say stop."
"I-I was going to!" Lovino stuttered with a flustered look on his face.
The Spaniard smiled and keep rubbing Lovino's back. "Don't worry, Lovi," he said gently. "No one is here. It's okay to relax."
"I'm FINE, dammit…." Lovino muttered under his breath and started petting Gio. "I don't need it…."
"Of course you don't. But you like it," Antonio said, looking over at the doorway and spotting Eltio crawling along towards him, taking his own sweet tortoise time.
Lovino went to retort back but stopped when his brother's scent reached his nose, and started coming closer to where they were. Growling, Lovino set Gio down then started backing up and crouching as his eyes blazed bright gold.
Confused, Antonio watched him. "Lovi? What's the matter?" he asked.
Lovino ignored Antonio as he growled more and started changing into a wolf.
Antonio quickly picked Eltio and Gio up in either arm and moved back, sensing the fury that was poring off of the Italian boy.
Now a full wolf, Lovino crouched down into a spring then waited until the right second and pounced on Feliciano, who had just came around the corner with Ludwig, and bit down into his shoulder.
Feliciano crashed onto the floor from the sudden weight of Lovino on top of him and screamed in pain.
"! Feliciano!" Ludwig exclaimed and went to yank Lovino off the Italian, but stopped short when Lovino snapped at his hand then went and bit down on Feliciano's shoulder again.
Feliciano screamed again, louder this time. Yells where heard and multiple pairs of running feet pounded the floor as the boys re-converged in the living room.
Lovino continued biting down and growling as he stayed on his twin's back.
The younger Italian was screaming and sobbing, begging Lovino to let go in desperate Italian. Gilbert and Alfred jumped forward and grabbed Lovino, hauling him off Feliciano as Francis managed to unhook Lovino's jaw from Feliciano's flesh.
The Italian scooted backwards quickly until he hit the wall with his back, his breathing ragged and pained. He clutched his bleeding shoulder, his left arm dangling uselessly at his side. Heavily sobes pored from him as he looked around in confusion and terror, not understanding what was happening or why his dear twin had attacked him.
Lovino struggled and strained to get at his twin, his eyes wild as he snarled and growled.
"Antonio! What is this?!" Ludwig demanded as he moved over to Feliciano.
"Get Feli out of here! Lovi will attack him again!" Antonio demanded.
Gilbert and Alfred were managing to keep Lovino in place, but the struggling was making it difficult.
Feliciano whimpered, holding his shoulder tighter.
Ludwig nodded and picked Feliciano up. "Come on, Feliciano. Let's go."
Lovino started struggling even harder and even started snapping at Gilbert and Alfred.
Antonio joined his friends in helping to restrain the wolf. "Lovino! Calm down!" he yelled. "Feliciano isn't here anymore! Just calm down!"
Lovino growled something then snapped at Gilbert and Alfred again.
"Dude! I really don't want to get bitten!" Alfred yelled. "Matt! Do that thing you did during Halloween! Just try to keep him still long enough for us to bind him up so he can't hurt anyone or himself!"
Matthew quickly nodded and disappeared. Then, a second later, Lovino let out a howl and started thrashing around and violently shaking his head back and forth.
The two vampires and merman held on tightly, waiting for Matthew to gain control.
After a few more moments of struggle, Lovino's eyes turned purple and he slowly laid down on the ground.
"We'll be quick," Alfred promised. Gilbert disappeared, but returned a second later, holding a muzzle and some rope. He bit his lip.
"Sorry, Lovi," the albino said, slipping the muzzle on. Then he and Alfred began to tie him up as Antonio sat beside him and gently stroked his fur.
Matthew appeared next to Gilbert when they were done while Lovino blinked rapidly as he took in his surrounding then growled lowly when he noticed the muzzle and the fact he was tied up, causing him to struggle and thrash around.
Antonio kept his hand on Lovino's back. "Shh... Shh... Lovi... Querido... Calm down..." he said gently. "It's okay..."
Lovino rolled over onto his back and tried pushing at the muzzle with his bound paws as he continued growling lowly.
"We can't let you out... Not until you calm down," Antonio said softly. "Lovi, you almost killed your brother..."
Lovino growled more and struggled with the ropes and muzzle.
Antonio sighed softly. "I'll wait as long as I have to."
"I-Is there anything we can do to help…?" Matthew quietly and nervously asked.
"It's alright, Matthew. I can take care of Lovi. Can you look after Eltio for a few hours for me?" the Spaniard asked, his hand still on Lovino's back.
Matthew quickly nodded. "Y-Yes! I can!"
Antonio nodded. "Gracias." Then he turned back to the wolf, and gently petted him. "I'll be here for you, Lovi. Don't worry," he promised softly.
Upstairs, Ludwig set Feliciano down on the edge of the bathtub, the small boy whimpering and sobbing in pain, trembling as blood tickled down his arm from the bite wounds that covered his shoulder.
"Feliciano… Let me see it," Ludwig gently said as he knelt down in front of the Italian.
Feliciano whimpered again and flinched away a little.
"Feliciano, I'm not going to do anything to hurt you. I just need to take care of it," Ludwig calmly said.
Keeping his eyes squeezed tightly shut, Feliciano slowly let go an dropped his blood covered hand to reveal the wound.
It was messy. And not good. The three bites had all connected in different places, letting Lovino's teeth puncture many different, deep holes. The towel that Feliciano was still wrapped in was turning dark red from it's original bright white. Another other soft whimper escaped the Italian.
Ludwig frowned in concern as he grabbed a fresh towel and gently pressed it against the bites. "We'll have to go to the hospital. These will need stitches."
Feliciano's eyes instantly shot wide and he jumped up, almost toppling back into the tub as he shook his head frantically. "We can't!" he yelped.
"You HAVE to," Ludwig answered in a stern tone of voice. "You might heal faster than most because of what you are but with wounds like this you need stitches."
Fresh tears dripped down Feliciano's face. "No! I said no!" he yelled, rushing out of the room and towards his bedroom, stumbling from blood loss.
"Verdammt!" Ludwig cursed then chased off the Italian.
Feliciano somehow managed to make it to his room before he was caught. He quickly shut and locked the the door, then fell against it and slid slowly to the ground, his uninjured shoulder pressed to the wood for some kind of support, his blood leaving a dark red, sticky trail all the way down.
Ludwig almost crashed into the door until he stopped himself just short of running into it. Taking a step back, the German braced himself then kicked the door down off its hinges with one strong swift kick and walked into the room.
Feliciano had been knocked onto the ground and he was to weak from blood loss to move, so he simply lay bleeding on his floor, half under the door.
Ludwig carefully moved over and gently picked Feliciano up and held him close. "Come on. We're going to take care of this." Then he ran out of the room and out of the house.