Monday~.
"Dammit, burger bastard!" Lovino growled as he stalked closer to Alfred during one of the play's rehearsals (thankfully before the actual rehearsal started) as he balled his fists and got ready to beat up the American who was going to be playing Olaf. "If you fucking yell 'Freeze Ray' just ONE more fucking time then I'll-!"
A pair of arms wrapped around the irate Italian's waist and held him still. "Lovi~!" Antonio cooed happily, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's cheek. "You're all upset about something~! What did Alfred do this time to upset you?"
Before Lovino could answer, the door to the auditorium creaked open and Feliciano slipped inside, his eyes bloodshot and face wet from tears. He slunk around the seats towards the stage, keeping to the darkest parts of the auditorium, looking as though he was trying to hide from something.
"….. Feliciano….?" Lovino blinked then pulled away and started making his way over to his brother.
Hearing his name, Feliciano flinched and tried to hide himself, though all he could do was dive to the floor and try to squeeze his shaking body under the seats, which he was far to big to do.
Lovino scowled as he made it over and yanked Feliciano to his feet. "The hell is going on with you?!"
Feliciano let out a sob and jerked away from him. "I-It's all your fault!" he cried, fresh tears streaking his cheeks.
Lovino jumped back in surprise. "What?! What the hell did I do?!"
"D-Don't act like you don't know!" By now, the brothers had gained the attention of everyone in the room and they watched the brothers fighting. "P-People won't stop laughing at me! I-I didn't even do anything! I-It's that stupid video!" Feliciano wailed.
"What?! Who's fucking laughing?!" Lovino growled as his eyes flashed gold.
"Hey!" someone suddenly yelled from the stage and Lovino watched Feliciano's face turn pale. "It's the guy from that video!" The room was instantly filled with jeers and taunts, all of them aimed at the younger Italian.
Feliciano's eyes filled with tears. "T-This is all your fault," he whispered to his twin. Then he turned and ran from the auditorium, sobbing.
"F-Feli…." Lovino stuttered then paused before slowly glared back at the people laughing with a growl in his throat as his eyes stayed gold with him ready to rip the group to shreds then and there. "Don't... You.. EVER fucking laugh at my brother again, assholes!"
"He's the one who sent us the video!" A girl yelled.
"Yeah! If he didn't want this to happen, he shouldn't have show us the video!" another teen yelled.
The members of the group that were involved with the play became defensive and began to defend the youngest Vargas while Antonio quickly jumped from the stage and went to Lovino to keep the elder from attacking the other students.
Lovino snarled as he started thrashing around to try and get at them.
Antonio hurriedly dragged Lovino from the room as their friends got into arguments all around the auditorium about Feliciano.
"Fucking assholes! I'll fucking kill them!" Lovino snarled and tried to break free.
"Querido, you need to calm down," Antonio said, his voice gentle yet firm. "You need to go find Feli."
"Get the hell off me!"
"Only if you promise to be calm."
"Fine!"
Slowly, Antonio let him go, ready to grab him again if it was needed.
"Where the hell is he?"
"I don't know, he ran off. I would think the art room though. He seems to hide there a lot."
"… Fine," Lovino muttered then glared at the students. "But how the hell did those assholes see that damn video?! I only sent it to YOU vampire bastards! And to the Japanese bastard, the maple bastard, burger bastard, and brow bastard! And nonno!"
"Maybe Romulus thought it was cute and sent it to someone's parent and they sent it to their kid and the kid sent it to everyone else?" Antonio suggested.
"Well then those assholes are fucking DEAD!"
"Maybe it was just a big mistake," Antonio reasoned.
Lovino shot him a angry look. "So fucking laughing at my brother is a big mistake?!"
"Lovi," Antonio cooed soothingly, hugging the Italian to him and gently brushing his hair with the tips of his fingers. "That's not what I meant at all. I meant that maybe Feli just misunderstands what happened. He seems to think you sent the video to everyone when it was really just us. Just explain to him what happened. I'm sure everything will be okay."
"Like that'll fucking work…." Lovino scoffed and growled as he tried to pull away.
"You might as well try."
Lovino scoffed in reply again.
Antonio sighed then shrugged. "Well, I guess if you're okay with knowing that Feli thinks you humiliated him and made him the object of ridicule for the entire school, then why don't we just so back into the auditorium and start rehearsal?" he suggested. He was hoping that this would get Lovino to go and look for his brother. He knew his boyfriend would be upset with himself if he didn't.
Lovino growled as he glared at Antonio then kicked him hard in the leg and stalked off to go find his brother.
Rubbing his shin, Antonio smiled. "Worth it~," he chirped to himself. Then he turned and went back into the auditorium.
Lovino walked until he reached the art room then stopped in front of it and swallowed heavily.
He could hear Feliciano crying softly on the other side of the door, as well as strange sounds. When he opened the door and peeked in, he found his brother was painting.
Feliciano was sitting in the far corner of the room, his face streaked with tears. His eyes were glowing gold with anger and he was slashing his paint brush over the canvas like a knife. The slash he made as Lovino opened the door was enough to snap the thin wood in two and Feliciano snatched up another brush and stuck it in the paint. He began then to stab at the painting as though with a spear, trying to puncher it. After a moment of watching, Lovino realized Feliciano was ruining the big final art project the younger had been slaving away on for months.
"F-Feli….?" Lovino stuttered nervously.
The younger werewolf didn't hear him and continued to take out his anger on the art piece.
Lovino swallowed again as he inched over and touched Feliciano's shoulder. "S-Sorry, dammit…. Didn't mean to have those bastards see the damn thing… I only sent it to the people in our damn group…."
Feliciano whipped around, holding onto his brush like it was a weapon. Upon seeing it was his twin, a rare scowl appeared on his face. "Yeah, I bet you didn't," he spat, sounding hurt.
"If you really sit down and think about it, would I really do that shit to you? On purpose or for the fun of it?"
Feliciano growled, his eyes glowing. "I don't know, you've done pretty mean things to me before."
"Was it ever fucking public? Or just between us?"
"... Between us..."
Lovino nodded in reply then said, "But… uh…. You should stop fucking up that picture now…. It took you a shitload of work to make….."
Feliciano turned back to the canvas. "..." His eyes faded back to normal as he stared at the ruined painting. He took a deep, shuttering breath and looked up at the ceiling, new tears forming in his eyes. Without looking at it again, he kicked the easel out from under the piece, knocking it to the ground with a loud thump.
"S-Shit…." Lovino stuttered as he raced over and grabbed Feliciano's shoulders. "Don't cry, dammit! I'll… uh… help you fix it! Can't be that fucking hard to!"
The younger of the two sniffed. "It's ruined... I hate today... Can I go home now...?" he asked, trying to rub out the tears that where leaking down his face.
"What about practicing….?" Lovino asked then to try to help make Feliciano feel better added, "You want to do a good job… right… A-Anna….?"
Feliciano turned to his brother, eyes widening slightly. Lovino was really calling him by the name! "S-Si," he sniffled, wiping his face.
"Come on dammit…." Lovino said as he held out his hand. "Let's go. If any of those assholes say anything, then I'll beat the shit out of them."
The Italian took Lovino's hand, managing to give him small smile. With his brother's help, Feliciano picked up the large, heavy canvas and set it back on the easel, then the two left the art room, heading back towards the auditorium, all the misunderstandings now cleared up.
"I can't believe that your damn character is that fucking stupid to marry some bastard they only knew for a few hours…" Lovino grumbled with a scoff as he looked at the script, the two brothers currently sitting in their living room while going over and practicing their lines of the play. "And it's fucking albino bastard of all people! How the hell does that work?!"
"Veh veh! It's just like every Disney movie pretty much ever," Feliciano said. "It's not that surprising that a princess would want to marry him right away. Like, look at Cinderella! Or Snow White! Or Sleeping Beauty!"
Rolling his eyes the older twin retorted, "Even though the 'prince' is a complete asshole in this who's going to let you fucking freeze then try to fucking kill ME to take over the fucking kingdom for himself?"
"Lovi! I don't know that! If I had known that, then I wouldn't have fallen for him! Really!" Feliciano whined.
"That's because your damn character is a dumbass…" Lovino grumbled. "So what the hell are we supposed to practice right now?"
Feliciano shrugged. "Whatever part you want to. I picked last time, remember?"
Lovino frowned as he flipped through the script. "Uh….. What about the part where I'm in the damn ice castle and you come to get me to unfreeze everything…..?"
"Oh, that's a song. It's the reprise of For the First Time in Forever," Feliciano said, turning his script to the correct page.
Lovino nodded as he read it over. "Just read and sing the damn lines or act it out?"
"We should try both. Might as well try now since that's what we'll end up having to do in the play," the younger brother reasoned, scanning the page.
"Fine. So should we practice me hitting you with that ice power shit real quick so we don't fuck that up?"
"Va bene."
Taking a deep breath Lovino turned away then acted like he was going to say something as he threw his hand out towards his brother.
Feliciano's eyes widened and he stumbled back as though something had hit him, gasping.
Unbeknownst to the twins, their grandfather had arrived home a short while ago and was standing hidden behind the wall, watching them practice, a huge smile on his face as he glowed with pride over his adorable grandsons.
"The hell was that supposed to be?!" Lovino scoffed then burst out laughing.
"Hey!" Feliciano whined. "Don't laugh at me! I'm suppose to do that!"
"W-Well… it's YOUR damn fault for making a face like that!" Lovino laughed more.
The younger pouted.
"Don't look like that," Lovino said with an eyeroll. "Let's just go back to practicing, dammit."
A few days later, Lovino dashed through the hallways, almost looking like a blur, as he raced over to Antonio and hid behind him. "S-Shit! You have to fucking hide me you bastard! They're fucking AFTER me!"
"E-Eh? What are you talking about, Lovi?" Antonio asked, confused.
"N-Nothing, dammit! But I'm NOT fucking here! G-Got that?!"
Then from down the empty hallway Francis' voice rang out. "Did you find him yet, Feli~? Maybe you could smell for him? We really need him for the costume fitting~."
"I can smell him~! He's close~! He's really close~!" Feliciano's voice squealed in response.
"Ooooh. Right. You have to wear a dress," Antonio mumbled to himself in understanding.
"The fuck I do!" Lovino hissed back. "I'm a fucking GUY, dammit! There's no way in fucking hell I'm EVER wearing a fucking dress! Now shut up before you get me caught!"
"But Feli is going to be in a dress. What's the big deal?"
"Because he's a dumbass who's that fucking stupid to like it!"
"Fratello~! We've found you~~~!" Feliciano suddenly appeared, slamming into Lovino and wrapping his arms around the elder twin, holding onto his tightly. "I caught him, Francis~! Look look~! We can get the fittings done now~!"
"Good job, Feli~!" Francis clapped as he ignored Lovino's screeching and cursing. Then he turned to Antonio. "Toni? Could you help us get him there and help us with his fitting?"
"Um... Sure, okay," Antonio agreed. He picked up his struggling, screaming boyfriend and carried him back to the dressing room where Kiku was waiting. The Japanese boy was going to be helping Feliciano and Francis make the costumes.
"YOU ASSHOLES ARE FUCKING DEAD,YOU HEAR ME?!" Lovino screeched as he thrashed around and tried punching and kicking at whoever he could. "GET THE FUCK OFF ME RIGHT NOW! I'M NOT WEARING A FUCKING DRESS!"
"Oh yes you are~," Feliciano cooed.
"Fuck you! Fuck you! FUCK YOU, DAMMIT! GET OFF ME!"
"Veh, Kiku, where's Arthur?" the younger Italian asked casually.
"He said he had to help stage crew with something." Kiku answered. "Why do you ask?"
"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" Lovino continued to screech and struggle as he snapped at some of them with his teeth.
"L-Lovi, please calm down! It's okay! It's not a big deal, really! Guys wear dresses in theater all the time! No one is going to think anything of it!" Antonio tried to comfort him.
"Well, I'M not, dammit! Fuck you!"
When Lovino's screams had lowered in volume slightly, Feliciano continued talking with Kiku. "I think we'll need his help to get Lovi fitted."
Kiku nodded and walked off to go find Arthur.
"What's so fucking wrong with me wearing pants?!" Lovino snapped.
"Because you're playing a girl and in this time period, woman didn't wear pants," Feliciano answered. "But fratello, we didn't say you couldn't wear them at all, just the main outfit has to be a dress. You're a queen, not a peasant, but you can wear pants under the dress."
"I don't fucking CARE! No. Fucking. DRESSES!"
"You don't have a choice."
Lovino went to snap back but tensed up as a pale blue light hit him in the back, forcing him to calm down instantly.
"Veh~! Grazie, Arthur~!" Feliciano chirped, waving to the British teen behind his brother.
Arthur huffed but nodded back.
"Well~, now to get to work!" Francis announced then started measuring Lovino for the costumes.