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Summary of some sort: Rome does not approve that his Lovino is being courted by a certain Spaniard.
Author!anon hopes she does even some judice to the awesome reguest. ;u;
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Germania stopped in the middle of turning a page of his book when the distant sound of someone singing reached his ears.
“He's awesome, that Rome~” were the lyrics he barely managed to make out. What made him curious enough to stand up from the sofa and wander towards the sound was that he'd expected the only one to sing such an idiotic song to be Rome himself, but that definitely wasn't the man's voice.
”The man who had it all, then lost it~” Well, Germania mused, maybe the song wasn't that bad after all.
“Got his butt kicked~ By his lover, Germaaaniaaa~” Definitely not.
He reached the hallway and saw his partner looming about their front door, peeking through the keyhole and cursing silently to himself.
“What's going on?” he asked, never minding the obvious signs Rome gave him to keep it quiet.
“It's that damn Spaniard again,” Rome hissed as he took another look through the keyhole. “He just won't give up!”
“You won't let him in?” well, he shouldn't have even asked, obvious as it was, but Rome's sadistic leer sure worked as confirmation.
“What do you think?” The man asked, crossing his arms smugly. “Heh, he's been standing out there for over an hour now. Let's see how much longer he can take.”
Come to think of it, that would explain all the ruckus Lovino had been making in his room for a while now. Germania would have confronted the boy about the matter but Italians were such a handful that he just couldn't be bothered.
“What have you got against him?” Germania asked, not in a hurry to aid any of the people tangled in this silly mess of family affairs.
“It's just,” Rome started, frowning, “my cute little Lovino deserves so much better than that waste-of-skin.” Without caring to explain on what his judgmental opinions were based on, the bearded man turned to grin at his lover.
“How about that Gilbert of yours, eh?” The man smiled, straightening his back and walking closer to the blond. “Wouldn't he and Lovino make a lovely pair?”
He waited for a moment to see if realization would draw on Germania's face, a gasp maybe, and then a coo on how brilliant the man of his wet daydreams was. But no. The man's eye twitched a bit when he blew into it, though.
“...Gilbert?” Germania confirmed.
“Gilbert,” Rome agreed, a bit discouraged when he received the queerest look Germania had ever graced him with.
“Well, I mean,” the man spoke, waving his hands as if that would help him make his point across. “Look at us, the paragon of a perfect couple!” he announced, scooping the blond into a passionate hug, letting his voice grow in volume. The front door rattled, a pair of fists connecting with the wood.
“Ah-hah! I heard a voice! Please open the door or Lovino will be very upset with me~” they could hear Spain shout through the door.
“Shut up, you! Go away!” Rome barked, then continuing as if the interruption had never occurred. “And you can't deny that Ludvig and Feliciano are just disgustingly cute together! So it's only logical to pair up our other grandsons as well.”
Well, Germania couldn't deny the parts and bits that had to do with Ludwig and Feliciano, but he could hardly agree that two old men parading in skirts all day long with the boundaries of a fistfight and sexing being a bit vague to both of them was hardly something to be considered even as relatively normal.
“Grandpa Rome!” they could hear the Spaniard still trying to communicate through the door. “You're awesome! Manly and handsome and-!”
“See? See what a horrible guy he is?” Rome almost whined at his lover, receiving no sympathy at all. “He's been taunting me all this time! He's definitely not the right choice for Lovino.”
“Have you ever even met Gilbert?” Germania asked, tone doubting.
“Oh, I saw him at some party once. He was knocked out but cute as hell! As expected of your grandson.” Rome grinned, the sly man.
“Ah.” The blond said in understanding. “So the only time you met him he had his mouth shut.”
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But as he glanced out of the window, he realized that no course of action had to be made from his side. “Romano is going to be really upset with you,” he said instead. “I think you should be prepared.”
“Huh? It's that Spaniard he's going to be upset with,” Rome said, then leaning closer to his lover again, feign hurt. “Unless you're turning me in.”
Germania just shook his head. He wasn't interested in the affairs of Rome's side of the family, not really. But he did aid the man enough to point a finger in the direction of the hallway window, through which they could see the part of their yard where a young man was standing and throwing pinecones at Lovino's window.
“Son of a-!”
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Antonio just smiled, keeping the bouquet of flowers behind his back, mostly because they were red as well and he did not wish to anger the man even more. “Won't you let me take Lovino on a date?” he asked sweetly, finally face to face with the obstacle between him and his love interest.
Rome cursed and shut the door just in time to hear Lovino's shouts of “What the hell, you old bastard? Don't lock me inside!”
But never mind that, he thought. This was all done for the sake of his loved ones! For Germania who had ditched a while ago! For Lovino who kept on cursing in the most bizarre of ways! And for Feliciano who had absolutely nothing to do with this!
Yes, for them he would face this arrogant, smirking bastard that threated him like an enraged bull. But screw that, he thought. Rome had wrestled with lions and by comparison, this one was nothing but a mere kitten. And so the epic battle was on.
Or would have been if Lovino hadn't possessed the ever so useful skill of lock picking and opened the door, looking murderous if anything.
“Lovi~” Antonio cried in delight, but was ignored for the time being.
“Out of the way, Gramps,” the young Italian demanded with a glare that made the man whimper pathetically.
“Lovino...” Rome tried, little pearls of tears gathering to the corner of his eyes.
“I said move your fucking ass, you useless old man!”
“B-but he might xxx you and xxx or xxx! How can I call myself a loving grandfather if I let him xxx xxx with xxx sideways!?” by now the temperamental Italian was flaring bright red at his grandfather's comments, spluttering for a while before searching for his date's eyes for some helpful backup. But Antonio looked more like he was taking notes than realizing that this was a time to get embarrassed by false accusations.
“I- I hate you!” he shouted, not sure which of the two men it was directed at.
“Lovi, I'm just worried about you,” Rome said, capturing the resisting boy into a bear hug and rubbing his bearded cheek against Lovino's. “That's not cute at all.”
“Antonio thinks I'm cute,” Lovino muttered, wriggling away from the crushing hold when the man froze in place at his comment.
Slowly turning around to look at the now reunited couple on his lawn, Rome inspected them closely. Lovino was blushing still, and he threw insults at the man for bringing him flowers of all things. But maybe, Rome bitterly thought, he seemed a little bit happy.
So, maybe that Spaniard deserved some respect for taming a beast like Lovino, he supposed. With a chuckle, Rome leaned against the front door and smiled at the couple. “Fine,” he said, capturing their attention. “You win this round, matador.”
Antonio blinked in surprise before his face broke into a painfully bright smile. “Thank you!” He said as he took Lovino's hand and guided him along the yard towards their romantic destination. He stopped at the gate though, looking back at the old man one more time. “Nice skirt by the way!”
And once again, the bull saw red.
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Oh Germania~
Keep up the good work, yes/yes?
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My favorite lines were:
“So the only time you met him he had his mouth shut.”
and "apparently playing with bulls all day had given the young man enough sense to step away when he knew the animal was seeing red." :3
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Oh Spain!
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