A/N: Hi! Thank you all so much for the views and reviews and all that stuff. It really means a lot to me. This chapter is a little longer caused I crammed a lot of stuff in here, hope it's not too boring or anything. And don't worry! The whole think with Feli (you'll understand when you read, my young Jedi) will be explained in the foreseeable future. And I know usually nurses get paid a lot of money, and Lovino seems pretty poor, but that will be explained as well. And to answer the question, no, I don't work at a hospital, but I have had experience at them. I'm so glad that you all (hopefully) enjoy the story though! And this is kind of random, but am I the only one who thinks that the Disney movie The Princess and the Frog could totally be a spamano thing? I mean, the prince even already looks like Antonio! And I could totally imagine Lovino being all pissed at him for turning him into a frog...Yea...random...haha. By the way, do you know what would be good? Some art. Of Lovino. In a nurses outfit. And I think we all know what kind of nurse's outfit ;D *cough cough short skirt and heels* Hehe sorry just had to put that out there.
Anyways, sorry for any mistakes and I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia
Lovino closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly, the soft breeze from the open window in his apartment caressing his face. A hesitant smile made its way over his previously scowling face, and he felt himself relaxing. The weather was finally nice outside, spring was coming on full force and while people complained about allergies and changing the tires on their cars, Lovino was just glad that his apartment was no longer freezing. Honestly, the Italian preferred heat over cold, and while his and Feliciano's apartment did get rather hot and sticky during the summer, he would always remind himself that winter was ten times fucking worse because you had to waddle around dressed in so many layers you could hardly move.
Feliciano was more of a summer person, too. No doubt he was excited for the new spring, smiling and wanting to go outside to pick flowers, that crazy bastard. Lovino hadn't seen him today yet, save for breakfast, because he was at therapy with that weird German guy... What was his name again? Probably something like Hans. Or Potato.
Musing over several different names that strict, blonde therapist could have, the auburn haired Italian got up from his comfortable spot on the rather worn down couch next to the window, fueled only by his growling stomach to go to the kitchen for some food. Yes, Lovino could cook, but the simple fact was that he was too damn lazy to do it all the time. That and he didn't want to waste the first lunch break he had gotten in forever cooking food. Yes, he had finally convinced his strict, stick up his ass supervisor/boss to let him have his lunch breaks back. Well, only on the days when Antonio had therapy, but still. Lovino's mind fleetingly wondered how that was going. The therapist would be in charge of giving Antonio his lunch. He should have fun with that.
Speaking of lunch, Lovino settled on grabbing a tomato and a package of Chips Ahoy cookies that Feliciano always tried to hide from him at the bottom of the pantry, which really wasn't that big and you could pretty much see all food that there was. Lovino hadn't told him about his discovery, which had happened the first time he had even tried to hide them, but allowed his younger brother to obliviously believe that he had the small, preservative filled cookies to himself.
Deciding that his previous spot on the couch was the best place to enjoy his 'lunch', Lovino waltzed back over, opening the cookies along the way. He slid one out, popping it into his mouth while he did so because those fuckers were really small and could fit into anyone's mouth whole. Hell, Feliciano could stuff about four into his mouth with no problem.
Lovino plopped down, spreading his limbs out rather wildly on the couch, but who the hell cares? He was the only one home. He swallowed the cookie, and reached for another one when all of a sudden the last thing he wanted to happen, happened.
His fucking phone rang.
By instinct he felt his cheeks heat up as the lyrics came out of it and the music filled the room. /Besame besame mucho
Each time I bring you a kiss
I hear music divine
So besame besame mucho
I love you forever
Say that you'll always be mine.../
It honestly hadn't been his first choice as a ringtone, b-but dammit he liked the sound of it, ok? He had first heard it when he was on vacation in England, which sucked by the way cause there was a ton of rain and the British people kept on chasing him with plates of 'food' that looked like it was going to come alive and eat him instead. W-well, the view was pretty nice...and the street artists were amazing. Anyways, the small group that played outside his hotel had played the song, and Lovino had been in love with it ever since. They were a small group of British players that traveled the streets, not looking for money but looking to spread joy. One of the group members would go into the audience and dance with whoever wanted to, male or female, twirling around and laughing. He had grabbed Lovino on his last day at the hotel, and this was the song they danced to. He had really pretty eyes, Lovino could remember that. Chocolate brown and almond shaped, with lashes that seemed too long for a guy but fitted him perfectly.
Lovino just always made sure his phone was on low volume in public places, not that people called him often, but still. Cause that would be embarrassing, dammit. However, the fact that he liked his ringtone and was now absentmindedly tapping his foot along to the best still didn't mean he wanted to pick up his phone. At all.
It wasn't that he didn't like talking to people... It was just that... Well, this was his free time, dammit! And he was sure whoever the hell was calling him wasn't calling him for a good reason. It could be his bitch of an ex-boyfriend, Sadiq, calling again. Or maybe Bella wanted to chat during her lunch break, because that lucky bitch still got one, or maybe... Dammit. Maybe it was Feli and he needed a ride home or something or his therapist got sick of him, like the twelve other therapists before, and kicked him out or...
Well, it was only because the thought of his younger brother propped outside the physical therapy building in his crappy wheelchair was too unbearable to think about that Lovino answered the phone, with much hesitance and a mouthful of cookie.
"What the hell do you want?" He snapped into the now silent object, his rather embarrassing ringtone having stopped the moment he picked it up. He was pretty sure the person on the other end of the phone probably couldn't understand a word of what he just said since he had taken the opportunity of staring at the phone and listening to his ringtone to stuff another cookie into his mouth, and he hadn't exactly chewed it completely by the time he said his oh so wonderful greeting.
There was a slight pause on the other end, then, "P-pardon? In sorry, I didn't quite get that," a very soft, very hesitant, and a very polite sounding voice came through the phone. Well, of all the people on the list that Lovino thought would call him, they were obviously...none of them. And the list wasn't even that long either.
Instead of repeating his admittedly rude greeting, the Italian instead swallowed down his dry mouthful of cookies and asked who the hell this was, in a tone that wasn't really any nicer than his greeting tone but this person was interrupting his free time dammit, he could be rude if he wanted to be.
There was a soft sigh on the other side of the phone and the sound of something rustling. "This is Matthew Williams, Antonio's speech therapist, eh?" He said in a quiet voice in one of those tones that said 'You do remember hearing about me, right?'. "This is Lovino Vargas...am I correct?" He asked with some hesitance, as it he was afraid he had the wrong person and they were going to file a police report on him. But then again, with how Lovino was sounding in this conversation, he figured he did kind of sound like the kind of person to do that.
Running a hand through his normally straight hair but now ruffled up hair, Lovino puffed out his cheeks and release his own sigh. "Si... This is Lovino," he said as he shifted the phone to his left shoulder so he could use his right hand to easily pick up the remaining cookies. If Antonio's speech therapist was calling, it probably wasn't for a good reason. Antonio probably tried to do something stupid, like get up again and ended up knocking down his bed, the therapist, and a whole fucking hospital wall while he was at it.
"Ok, good," The voice said in a relieved tone. "I'm calling regarding Antonio... According to what you've written, he has made attempts to speak in the past, correct?"
Quickly swallowing the cookies in his mouth, Lovino played with the tomato in his other hand. "Si, he has. He tried saying my name, and...the food he was eating," he grumbled, looking down at the glossy red orb in his hands. He knew he couldn't tell anyone he gave that manipulative little fucker a tomato, patients were only supposed to eat hospital food. And yes, he was still convinced that Antonio had guilt tricked him into giving him the tomato.
"Right," the voice said, taking him out of his musings. "Well, you see, Antonio isn't exactly doing any of that. In fact, he's hardly making any sounds at all. We tried calling Dr. Bonnefoy, but he said that you had all the records on him and were the one who spent the most time with him," the voice said with a slightly apologetic undertone. "W-we... Well, I was hoping that perhaps you could stop by and help me with Antonio.."
Matthew's-that was his name, right?-sentence was cut off by a rather loud and annoyed groan from Lovino. He couldn't believe it. Even in his free time Antonio needed him in some way. And he didn't get it. He had been there when the Spaniard had messily said his name, and even tried saying 'tomato'! Why couldn't Antonio just act like a normal patient for once?
Standing up and stretching his back, earning a few satisfying cracks, he grunted a quick, "I'll be there in ten minutes," into the phone before hanging up. He sighed and looked longingly at the open window, walking over to shut it as he took one last deep breath of the fresh air before he lifted his arms up and gripped the chipped top part and shut it tightly, locking it before he headed to pick up his car keys from the table. On the way he paused to look at the forgotten tomato that sat, nestled against a cushion. He sighed and grabbed it, figuring he could eat it there.
Deciding against taking his coat, since it really was nice out that day, Lovino shut the heavy wooden apartment door, jamming his keys in and locking it as well. He still remembered the one day when he came home and found half of his and Feliciano's stuff gone because some fucker had robbed them, so he had to make sure to lock everything now. He had never seen Feliciano so heartbroken when he had looked around, discovering that his favorite coat and hat, that their dad had passed down to him, were no where to be seen, along with the computer, T.V., and several vases and paintings that had formerly adorned the otherwise plain apartment.
Sticking the keys in his pocket, Lovino ran a hand through his hair once again, although this time it was in an attempt to smooth it down. Not that he really care what this Matthew person thought he looked like. Heading down the stairs, Lovino nodded to the front desk person, who was reading a newspaper. "Ciao, Alfred," he said when Alfred grinned wildly at him and waved.
"Hey Lovi!" The blonde said enthusiastically. "Dallas Cowboys dominated last night," he stated, waving the newspaper a little. "You should've seen the game! It was amazing! I invited Arthur but he was too busy with paperwork ever since he got out of the hospital since he was really behind and he said he refused to watch a sport that shouldn't be called football since he's all British and stuff and he thinks soccer should be called football, but he's going a little crazy from all that tea that he drinks and this new French guy whose been giving him a ton of French pastries, don't ya think? And-"
Lovino cut him off with a glare. "I have to go, idiot." Alfred merely grinned at the insult, he was used to Lovino's rather harsh vocabulary by now. He was probably immune to insults because of Arthur too. "And by the way, soccer is football, not that rediculous sport you Americans play," Lovino added as he walled towards the door that connected to a parking garage.
Alfred shouted something behind him, but by then Lovino had shut the door and couldn't hear him. The happy, go lucky American owned the apartment complex with his friend and older brother figure, Arthur. Although, Alfred had to hire someone to replace Arthur for a while named Kiku since Arhtur had landed himself in the hospital for something. Lovino had never actually met the Arthur who owned the complex, since he was apparently in charge of all the paperwork and what not. Alfred probably didn't have an attention span to do anything like that, so he was in charge with all the people related things. Greeting guests, hiring people, that kind of shit. He had met Kiku, however, who was a painfully polite Japanese man who hit it off with Feliciano right away.
The parking garage was cool and Lovino almost wished he had brought his coat. He shrugged the feeling off, instead hugging his arms as he hurried to his and Feliciano's shared car. It was a old, battered up red Alfasud. The paint was peeling, it smelled like gasoline, the seats were tearing, and Lovino loved it.
Sure, it was a little old, but who cares? It was his first car and he remembered how excited he was to see it parked in the driveway, red paint thick and bright, shining in the sun and looking much better than it was now since Feliciano had spent the night washing and waxing it. It was second hand when he got it, not that he minded. He was just glad to have a car, and a red one at that. Red was his favorite fucking color after all.
Unlocking the door and slipping in, he placed the dejected tomato in the passengers seat and inserted the keys. After a few twists and growled swears in Italian, the car spurted to life with a low growl, it's entire frame shaking from the power of the engine. Of course, since he was a bad ass fantastic Italian driver, Lovino didn't have to follow road rules. Obviously. And that is why he managed to get the the hospital in little more that five minutes, even though it was supposed to be a fifteen minute drive.
Parking in his usual parking space, Lovino got out, then stuck his head back in to grab the tomato. Like hell was he letting it go to waste. He was still hungry, dammit. Slamming the door and locking the car, Lovino stormed to the hospital entrance and towards Antonio's room.
He couldn't believe it. Really. He had been looking forwards to lazing around and maybe flipping through the new Armani catalogue because he's classy like that, even though he could never afford any of that crap. And then he probably would've eaten a few more tomatoes or something before heading back to the hospital and taking care of Antonio until he had to go to pick up Feli. It sounded like such a relaxing, non work filled afternoon. Sure, he had to go back to the hospital after, but at least he would be less stressed and what not.
Turning the corner that headed towards the Spaniard's room, Bella looked up from her clipboard and grinned at him. "Hey cutie!" She sang as he shot her a death glare before softening his look.
"Hey Bella... What are you doing here? Isn't it your lunch break now?" He asked as he glanced towards Antonio's room then back at her.
The blonde's shoulders moved up and down a little bit and she tilted her head. "Yea it is, but my brother wanted to go on a skiing trip with me, so I have to make sure all my work is caught up on," he said in a bored voice, waving the papers on her clipboard around for emphasis.
Lovino raised an eyebrow at her. "A skiing trip? In spring?" He asked in a slight disbelieving voice. The cheerful nurse just smiled however.
"Well, there's also this gorgeous tulip festival that goes on every year on the way to the skiing resort, so we're going to stop by there! That's what I'm really excited about," she said a little dreamily. Lovino bit back a small smile at the sight. Bella really could be pleased by simple things, like tulip festivals. And that was a good thing. It was best to enjoy the small things in life, since those are the things you're going to miss when they're finally gone. Because that's another thing that Lovino realized: nothing good lasts forever.
"So what are you doing here yourself? You kept on talking about how happy you were to finally have your lunch break back, but you're here! Do you miss the hospital food so much you decided to eat lunch here instead?" She asked with a small wink, lifting a hand to adjust her grass green headband.
Lovino gave a sarcastic snort and shook his head. "As if, that stuff is shit," he said. "And Antonio's damn therapist called and asked me for help with that bastard," he explained somberly, glancing down the hallway once again.
The blonde raised an eyebrow at this, her lips curving into a rather catlike smile. "And you actually came? Awww. So dedicated to your patients," she cooed in a teasing tone, using the hand that had been fixing her hair band to pinch Lovino's now light pink cheeks. He gently batted her hands away.
"I'm not dedicated dammit, I j-just felt a little bad for the poor bastard who has to work with Antonio so I decided to take pity on him just this once!" Lovino stated dramatically, his cheeks puffed out slightly in annoyance. Bella simply nodded and laughed slightly.
"If you say so. Well, I have a lotta stuff to get done, and your patient that you love oh so much is waiting for you," she said with another wink. "See ya!" And with that she gave the auburn haired nurse a small wave and started walking again, her white sneakers softly squeaking against the polished floor the only sound for a moment before Lovino decided to start to get going himself.
He hesitated outside of Antonio's door, not hearing any noise inside. He frowned, pressing an ear to the door. Nothing. With a small shrug, he placed the hand that wasn't holding the rather pathetic remains of his lunch to twist open the knob and he stepped in.
The scene he stepped into wasn't very chaotic or crazy or in ruins, which Lovino had half expected. How a brain damaged patient could manage to make a therapy session any of those things was beyond Lovino, but he was sure Antonio could do it if he felt like it. But no, there was no globs of chunky gravy dripping from the ceiling or a hospital bed half outside the window while a chained up therapist was screaming for someone to get him off of it. Instead, the bed had been pushed slightly to one side of the room, while the untouched hospital food sat on its cart in the corner. There were four chairs set up in a circle like structure in the center of the room, and three of the chairs were occupied.
The first one was hosting none other than Antonio himself, who had his arms dangling off the chair and was looking out the window with an uncharacteristically moody look on his normally silly looking face. The person next to him Lovino couldn't see the front of since his back was to him, but silvery colored hair that was sticking up in all directions peeked out from the edge of it. The last chair that was occupied, and the one that was facing the door, had a slim honey blonde male seated on it. He had a strange hair curl that spiraled off to the side and a pair of rectangle shaped, lense less glasses perched on the edge of his nose. A mix of purple and blue colored eyes looked towards the door, and when they landed on Lovino a small smile formed on the man's face.
"M-mr. Vargas! Hello, welcome! I-I was almost afraid you weren't going to show up, you know," he informed the Italian, who had stepped all the way in and gently shut the door behind him.
"Oh, calm the fuck down. I was a few minutes late, I was just talking to a friend," Lovino grumbled as he walked over to the remaining chair that was in between the therapist and the silvery haired man.
A hand was offered to him as soon as he sat down, and Lovino shook it, his darker skin tone a contrast to the blonde's paler skin. "Matthew Williams," he said softly.
"Lovino Vargas. Don't call me Mr. Vargas again, it sounds weird," Lovino said bluntly as he looked around in the direction of the silver haired man, who had just made a garbled sound that could somewhat be deciphered to: 'Hey Mattie, who the fuck is this guy?'. Really, it could, except for the fact that the beginning started out with a horrible stutter and the words were slurred together and somewhat mashed up. Lovino was surprised when he noticed the face of the patient was rather young looking, seeing as the silver hair had been an indication that the man was old. When Lovino saw the two red eyes that were looking steadily at him, however, the hair was explained. He must be an albino, unless he dyed his hair that color and wore contacts. Lovino doubted it, however, because the paper white skin was also a dead giveaway.
"Ah... I hope you don't mind I brought along another patient of mine," Matthew said apologetically as he nervously moved his glasses further up his nose. "Gilbert refuses to speak when seperated from me," he added in an embarrassed tone which caused the albino-Gilbert-to grin.
"Well that's just fucking fantastic," Lovino muttered sarcastically as he looked at the red eyed man. The honey haired man shot him an exasperated look. "Well, Antonio seems to be doing the same for you!" He pointed out with a pink tint to his cheeks that was no doubt brought on by Lovino's comment.
Lovino rolled his eyes and gently pushed Gilbert's hand off, since he had taken up to repeatedly poking Lovino's arm. His movements were a bit jerky and unsure, but the albino seemed to be on a good route to recovery. Lovino briefly wondered what had happened to him. "That's not true. The bastard hadn't even looked at me since I walked in here. He's fascinated by the clouds outside the window," Lovino said as he gestured towards the bright blue sky where fat, white clouds were lazily drifting around. "And tell your boy toy to stop poking me!" Lovino added as he brushed Gilbert's hand away.
"H-he's not my... Oh, never mind," Matthew grumbled as he turned to Gilbert. "Gilbert, no. No poking Lovino," he said sternly.
"B-b-buuut I wannapooke him," Gilbert managed to get out, flashing the irritated looking therapist a grin. It was different from Antonio's goofy, happy grins. This one was more of a sly, evil looking one. It suited the pale face and strong jaw line of the man perfectly, so Lovino understood why Matthew was currently blushing since the grin was directed at him.
"A-anyways, he's been ignoring us after the first fifteen minutes. He probably hasn't even noticed you yet,eh?" Matthew said as Gilbert himself turned towards the tan man and started blowing raspberries to get his attention. "Gilbert, you are not two years old, don't make me send a bad report back to Ludwig!" Matthew added on a threatening tone and Gilbert immediately stopped, slumping back in his seat with a pout.
Lovino rolled his eyes at the two then gave a sarcastic cough to get their attention. "Fine, therapist bastard, I'll prove to you that whatever the hell you and albino face over here have going on is not going on with me and tomato bastard," he said as he got up, leaving the tomato in his seat. One look at Gilbert's red eyes that were trained on the round object in his seat made him quickly reach back to get it and clutch it protectively to his chest as he walked over to Antonio's seat.
"Oi. Bastard. Hey," he said in an attempt to get his attention. Antonio's face remained facing the window, green eyes unfocused. "Hey! You! Fuckface!" Lovino snapped, getting annoyed. It was only when Lovino reached a hand out to poke Antonio's darker colored cheek did he respond.
With a dull interest painted on his face, Antonio turned his head to look at whoever had poked his cheek. As soon as his glazed over eyes landed on Lovino's pissed off form, they cleared up, however. And, although this part may have just been Lovino's imagination, they seemed to lighten up a little bit. Their former dark, velvety green color seemed to melt into a bright, sunlight covered emerald color that sparkled and took your very breath away. He really did have beautiful eyes. And right now they were trained on Lovino. Just as the Italian turned to tell Matthew that he was right, Antonio still hadn't spoken, the last thing he expected to fucking happen, happened.
"Lovi!" Antonio's cheerful voice was the only warning before suddenly Lovino felt a heavy weight around his waist. Alarmed, he looked down to see Antonio's tan arms wrapped loosely around him, the patient's chest leaning against his lower legs as he slowly slid out of the chair to land on the floor with a thump. The Italian flushed as he heard two distinct snickers come from behind as Antonio laid, sprawled out on the floor with Lovino being the only think holding him up. And that wasn't working out so good because the nurse was loosing his balance. Fast.
"Y-you stupid bast-!" Lovino was cut off as Antonio's weight became too much for him and he fell to the floor in an ever so graceful heap, Antonio's arms still on his waist and the tomato rolling out of his hand.
"Toma," Antonio remarked. Lovino turned his head to glare at him, although he had to look down slightly. While Lovino was sitting up, Antonio was practically laying down with his head tilted back, chin testing on the Italian's stomach and green eyes twinkling. His eyes, however, weren't on the dejected tomato that had landed somewhere near the food cart, from what Lovino could tell, but on Lovino's no doubt bright red face.
"...right. What's going on between me and Gilbert is definitely not going on between you and Antonio," Matthew's voice suddenly said. Gilbert was laughing behind his hand in the seat, his head thrown back as his chest shook. Lovino turned his burning face away from Antonio's smiling one to shoot the blonde a glare. To his surprise Matthew just smirked in response. Lovino wasn't so sure why he was surprised, it just seemed like the rather petite therapist was too polite to do anything like that. He hadn't even yelled at Lovino for his swearing yet, and that was something everybody did. Perhaps it was because Gilbert didn't have the cleanest vocabulary.
"Get off me, you stupid tomato bastard," Lovino growled as he turned his head back to Antonio's face. His tan face was surrounded by strands of his curly hair that had fallen loose from the ponytail. Gently taking Antonio's wrists between his thumb and his forefinger, Lovino pried his arms off of him and let Antonio's head fall on the floor, which earned him a whine from chapped, parted lips.
Matthew got up from his seat and walked over, crouching down. "Need some help, eh?" He asked, sarcasm still present in his tone. Lovino managed to shoot him another glare, but his head moved up and down in a hesitant nod at the same time.
"Just help me get this idiot back into his seat and make him talk again or whatever shit you do," he grumbled, Italian accent thickening in his embarrassment. It was a habit of both Lovino and his brother. Whenever they got overly happy, or sad, or embarrassed, or, and this part occurs to mainly Lovino, mad, their Italian accents would become more pronounced. They had lived in Italy since Lovino was seventeen, but when they got here no one understood them so they had to somewhat adapt to the American accent.
Matthew looked surprised for a moment before smiling. "I can't just snap my fingers and make him talk again, Mario," he said as he went onto his knees and shuffled around to Antonio's back, his hands lifting underneath his arms. When the blonde looked up, his smile turned into a smirk not unlike the one Gilbert wore before when he saw Lovino's face turn red.
"Toma," Antonio remarked again, grinning lazily as Lovino shuffled forwards to grip Antonio's hips. They were pretty slim, muscular. At least he didn't turn to mush from the hospital food.
"Call me that again and I'll gorge your throat out with a plastic hospital spork," Lovino threatened, trying to keep his voice steady as Matthew raised a single eyebrow at him. "On three," Lovino added after. He could feel Antonio's hot breath on his neck.
Matthew nodded, taking a breath. "One.." Lovino tightened his grip. "Two...three!" Both men grunted in effort as they lifted Antonio up, Lovino pushing on his hips to sear him in the chair. Matthew quickly moved out of the way so Antonio wasn't sitting on him, looking at the grinning Spaniard with an amused smile. "Oh, and by the way, I don't recall there being sporks at hospitals," Matthew said as he adjusted his glasses.
"Well, here they have them. And forks and spoons and those crappy knives that couldn't cut through melted butter to save their lives," Lovino responded as he let go of Antonio.
"Right. Well, I guess we can sit down again. Gilbert, do you think you can walk to Lovino's old seat? I think Antonio would want him sitting next to him," Matthew said. Lovino opened his mouth to protest, but Matthew cut him off with a strict look. "Antonio may work better if he's seated next to you," he explained as Gilbert looked at everybody.
"Ssssaaaay... That I'm aweeesome," Gilbert demanded, dragging out the last word as he looked at Matthew and tilted his head to the side. "C-cause. I aaam. Awesssssome," he said, grinning.
"Fine. You're awesome. Not awesssssome, but awesome. Repeat," Matthew said sternly as Gilbert stuck his tongue out.
"Awessome."
"Awesome, Gilbert. Awesome." Matthew urged, fixing his glasses. Lovino watched, perplexed as he walked a little bit closer. Gilbert bit his lip, mouthing the word before trying it again.
"...awesome.." Matthew's entire face lit up and he smiled proudly. "...awesome," Gilbert repeated, the hesitance in his voice disappearing. "Awesome!" He said, and he grinned wildly. He got up shakily, stumbling over to Matthew and throwing his arms around the honey blonde. "Awesome, Mattie," he whispered in his ear as a way of thanks and causing the therapist's cheeks to stain red. And then he pulled away and stumbled over to Lovino's old seat.
Lovino was still standing, a look of surprise and understanding on his face as Gilbert repeated his new word to himself. When he finally got the sense to start moving his own ass back to his new seat, he blinked, and suddenly remembered the tomato. He quickly walked over to it and grabbed it before he sat down and looked at Antonio.
"Lovi...b-bing..toma?" The green eyed man asked with a note of hopefulness in his voice as he looked at the tomato. Lovino could feel Matthew looking at them as he slowly nodded his head.
"Yeah, you tomato bastard. I brought this for you." Antonio's face lit up like the sun, and thus Antonio's-no, Antonio's and Lovino's first session of speech therapy started.