Re: The Guilty Ones {Third Shot} [2/2]
anonymous
December 31 2009, 04:41:13 UTC
I'm sorry that it has taken me so long to upload this -_-" I've had it written for about week. To make up for the lack of updates, I'm going to be faster with the rest.
And they would have carried on like that until graduation too, Antonio always showing up after class and walking Lovino to his next class all while talking without end, except for after three weeks of Antonio following Romano like a lost puppy, Feliciano kicked Lovino out of their room for the night.
“Ve~ Come on, Lovino! You promised you’d let me have the room when I needed it!” “You know what isn’t what we agreed, you bastard! Where am I supposed to go?!” “You could always go sleep in Ludwig’s room.” “Right, with the other ass.” “Gilbert is very nice, if you get to know him.” “There is no fucking way I am ever getting to know him.” “So go to Antonio’s room. I’m sure he’d love to have you over.” “The Spanish bastard?! No way are you making me go beg to that jerk!”
And with that conversation, Lovino found himself outside of Antonio’s room with a massive scowl big enough to cut power to a minor city.
This sucks. They had better not touch my stuff or I swear I will kill them. “Lovi~! What are you doing here?” Antonio said with a smile as he opened the door. This really sucks.
Antonio shared his room with Francis, Lovino learned, but Francis was never in. So, Lovino could have the other bed all to himself. It was almost lines out, when all the doors locked automatically, and Lovino just wanted to flip off the switch, and pretend everything’s fine. It felt as though the day had been longer than it really had been.
Sometime, Lovino had to have fallen asleep, because he woke up again when it was completely dark outside. By looking at the weird shaped alarm clock Antonio had on his bedside table, he could tell it was 2:42. Ugh. He knew he would never be able to get back to sleep. It was much too cold in these bones.
As he sat in the dark, Lovino weighed his options. He couldn't leave Antonio's room, since the door was locked and the only other room was the bathroom. He could always just wake up Antonio, but ...
Fine. Whatever. Screw this.
"Antonio," he whispered. "Are you awake?" With no response, Lovino sighed. This was going to be a long night.
"Antonio!" Lovino tired a little louder. "...maeh?" came a grumbled noise from the other side of the room. "Great. I can't sleep." “Lovi…” Antonio mumbled. “Don’t call me that,” Lovino said half heartedly staring at the ceiling. He didn’t notice immediately when Antonio got out of bed and crossed the room. It was really only when Antonio was right beside him, as in in bed beside him, that Lovino really reacted.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING OVER HERE!?” Lovino hissed, trying not to cause a disturbance worthy of being sent down to the office and waking the principal up. Not only would it not be his first time meeting the principal, but he would be pissed at being woken up and there was the fact that Lovino wasn’t in his own room. Point blank, tomorrow the potato bastard was going to get it.
“Shhhh. It’s quiet time now,” Antonio declared as he snuggled up to Lovino’s side, causing the Italian to turn red.
And that was how Lovino spent his night, in the arms of an insane Spanish man, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. So, the next day, he was in a fowl mood.
“You bastard,” he called across the hallway. Ludwig turned to him, knowing that only the brother of his boyfriend would ever greet him that way, most people were scared of him.
“You asshole. I’m going to fucking kill you for touching Feliciano.” Ludwig was used to the verbal abuse from Romano, he got it daily, but this was new.
“I’m s-” “DON’T YOU I’M SORRY ME, JERK!” “I d-” “YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I MEANT!”
By this point, everyone in the hallway was staring.
“I’m sorry, Romano, but I really don’t know what you mean.” “I know where you were last night,” Romano hissed. “Asleep?” “No! With Feliciano!” “… What?”
On the other side of the school, Feliciano felt a slight earthquake. I think I should start running now.
Re: The Guilty Ones {Third Shot} [2/2]
anonymous
January 22 2010, 07:45:03 UTC
(anon is sorry for lateness)
I really liked reading these three. They were very amusing and cute. (If you decide to de-anon... you may want to change Antonio's roommate. Francis was Arthur's roommate in the first one, right?)
Re: The Guilty Ones {Third Shot} [2/2]
anonymous
July 24 2010, 20:12:08 UTC
Awww I am patently awaiting for some more of this!!!! This is so adorable!!! I Love ROMANO to pieces!!! I love Spain to nano tidbits and I love you for writing this!!! Please do continue and this fic needs to be finished because it is awesome!!!
And they would have carried on like that until graduation too, Antonio always showing up after class and walking Lovino to his next class all while talking without end, except for after three weeks of Antonio following Romano like a lost puppy, Feliciano kicked Lovino out of their room for the night.
“Ve~ Come on, Lovino! You promised you’d let me have the room when I needed it!”
“You know what isn’t what we agreed, you bastard! Where am I supposed to go?!”
“You could always go sleep in Ludwig’s room.”
“Right, with the other ass.”
“Gilbert is very nice, if you get to know him.”
“There is no fucking way I am ever getting to know him.”
“So go to Antonio’s room. I’m sure he’d love to have you over.”
“The Spanish bastard?! No way are you making me go beg to that jerk!”
And with that conversation, Lovino found himself outside of Antonio’s room with a massive scowl big enough to cut power to a minor city.
This sucks. They had better not touch my stuff or I swear I will kill them.
“Lovi~! What are you doing here?” Antonio said with a smile as he opened the door.
This really sucks.
Antonio shared his room with Francis, Lovino learned, but Francis was never in. So, Lovino could have the other bed all to himself. It was almost lines out, when all the doors locked automatically, and Lovino just wanted to flip off the switch, and pretend everything’s fine. It felt as though the day had been longer than it really had been.
Sometime, Lovino had to have fallen asleep, because he woke up again when it was completely dark outside. By looking at the weird shaped alarm clock Antonio had on his bedside table, he could tell it was 2:42. Ugh. He knew he would never be able to get back to sleep. It was much too cold in these bones.
As he sat in the dark, Lovino weighed his options. He couldn't leave Antonio's room, since the door was locked and the only other room was the bathroom. He could always just wake up Antonio, but ...
Fine. Whatever. Screw this.
"Antonio," he whispered. "Are you awake?"
With no response, Lovino sighed. This was going to be a long night.
"Antonio!" Lovino tired a little louder.
"...maeh?" came a grumbled noise from the other side of the room.
"Great. I can't sleep."
“Lovi…” Antonio mumbled.
“Don’t call me that,” Lovino said half heartedly staring at the ceiling. He didn’t notice immediately when Antonio got out of bed and crossed the room. It was really only when Antonio was right beside him, as in in bed beside him, that Lovino really reacted.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING OVER HERE!?” Lovino hissed, trying not to cause a disturbance worthy of being sent down to the office and waking the principal up. Not only would it not be his first time meeting the principal, but he would be pissed at being woken up and there was the fact that Lovino wasn’t in his own room. Point blank, tomorrow the potato bastard was going to get it.
“Shhhh. It’s quiet time now,” Antonio declared as he snuggled up to Lovino’s side, causing the Italian to turn red.
And that was how Lovino spent his night, in the arms of an insane Spanish man, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. So, the next day, he was in a fowl mood.
“You bastard,” he called across the hallway. Ludwig turned to him, knowing that only the brother of his boyfriend would ever greet him that way, most people were scared of him.
“You asshole. I’m going to fucking kill you for touching Feliciano.”
Ludwig was used to the verbal abuse from Romano, he got it daily, but this was new.
“I’m s-”
“DON’T YOU I’M SORRY ME, JERK!”
“I d-”
“YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I MEANT!”
By this point, everyone in the hallway was staring.
“I’m sorry, Romano, but I really don’t know what you mean.”
“I know where you were last night,” Romano hissed.
“Asleep?”
“No! With Feliciano!”
“… What?”
On the other side of the school, Feliciano felt a slight earthquake.
I think I should start running now.
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I really liked reading these three. They were very amusing and cute.
(If you decide to de-anon... you may want to change Antonio's roommate. Francis was Arthur's roommate in the first one, right?)
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