"Damn my fratello and his damn potato bastard and damn Antonio and damn..." Lovino carried on like this, flopped on his bed with his face buried in his pillow."H-hey, Lovino, what's the matter?" Antonio asked, quietly pushing the door to Lovino's room open.
In response, Lovino rolled so that his back was to the spaniard. "It's none of your business so leave me alone you tomato freak.""Come on Lovi, you can tell me--"
Before Antonio had a chance to finish his sentence Lovino jumped up and rammed his fist hard into Antonio's eye. Antonio whirled back and put a hand over what would certainly become a hearty bruise. He looked back at Lovino and saw that the italian looked just as startled as he was."D-damn it, you bastard..." with that, Lovino dashed around Antonio and ran through the front door, slamming it behind him.
"Geez, I wonder what's gotten him so riled up," Antonio mused, then went to find an ice pack.
"Ludwig, wait for me!"
Lovino halted at the sound of his brother's voice, feeling as though a hole had opened in his gut. The tall german turned a corner and ran past Lovino without a second glance. Lovino continued walking, muttering under his breath, "The bastard shouldn't be so hard on Feli, he's not the fastest person in the world... Oof!"Feliciano had come barreling around the corner after Ludwig and ran head on into Lovino, knocking the older over and falling on top.
"Wha! Oh, fratello, I'm so sorry! Ludwig was just so far ahead and I had to catch up and I didn't see you and-- hey Lovino, you're all red like a tomato!" Feliciano exclaimed in a rush.Lovino, distracted by the close proximity of his brother, hadn't noticed the burning blush that had rushed up his neck to coat his face. He stared at Feliciano, his mind an incoherent blur. "D-damn it, F-feli!" Lovino finally stuttered, roughly pushing Feliciano off of him. Feliciano gasped and grunted as he struck the pavement of the road. Lovino instantly regretted his action. "My bad," he mumbled.
“It’s ok, Lovino, I’m fine,” Feliciano said as he stood. He held out his hand to help Lovino up, but Lovino turned his head. He pulled his knees to his chest and pushed himself up.
Lovino still didn’t look at Feliciano. “You…” he started, “You should go catch up with the pot-- with Ludwig.”Feliciano blinked. “Lovino, are you feeling ok?” he reached out and brushed his hand under Lovino’s bangs, holding it there to feel for a fever. Lovino glared and pulled back.
“I’m fine, Feli, leave me alone,” Lovino said coldly.“Are you sure?” Feliciano asked, still concerned. “If you want I can walk you back to Antonio’s house.”
“Antonio…” Lovino remembered his earlier outburst and was struck by a new wave of guilt. “Shit. Don’t worry, Feli, I can get there myself.”“I-If you’re really sure…” Feliciano said, briefly taking Lovino’s hand before leaving to chase after Ludwig. Lovino turned and walked back the way he had came, his hands in his pockets and his shoulders hunched.
Lovino opened the door to the home he shared with Antonio. It wasn’t a grand place, but it was comfortable and tucked away in a quiet neighborhood. Antonio insisted on decorating the walls with photos and souvenirs from their frequent trips to Spain, so much that the pale blue paint was barely visible beneath them.
Lovino made his way to the living room, where Antonio sat on the couch reading a magazine. Lovino gasped when he saw that Antonio’s face was half covered by an ace-bandage. Antonio looked up and smiled. “Lovi, you’re back! What’s the matter? Oh, this? Don’t worry, it’s just to hold the ice pack in place,” Antonio said, tapping the bulge that covered his eye.
“O-Oh, is… is it bad?” Lovino asked. He twisted his hands, unsure what to do.
“I’m fine,” Antonio pulled the bandage off and let the ice pack fall into his hand. The area around his eye was deep purple, and swelling forced him to squint a little in that eye. “Now, what about you?”Lovino stared at the floor, too ashamed of everything to even look at Antonio. He shuffled his feet, but he could feel Antonio’s gaze on him. “Hey, Lovino.” Antonio murmured gently, and stood from the couch. He stood in front of Lovino and pinched Lovino’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting the pale face up to look at him. Lovino’s gaze locked onto the spaniard's bright green eyes. “This isn’t the first time you’ve injured me, and it won’t be the last,” Antonio started, “it’s just who you are. But you know I love you, and I’ll always be here for you. I don’t hold anything against you, so I ask that you don't beat yourself up over it.”
Lovino’s heart melted and he wrapped his arms around Antonio’s shoulders, tangling his fingers in the soft brown curls as their lips met. Antonio held him tightly, running his hand comfortingly across Lovino’s back.But even as he stood there in the warm embrace of the man he loved, Lovino felt a longing deep inside him. A yawning beast of desire was awakening inside him, and it would only be satisfied by his brother.