The Places Where They Touch [1/?]
anonymous
April 10 2009, 01:43:23 UTC
Well, here goes nothing, I suppose. Hope you enjoy, OP. It’s my first time actually writing Lovino, so…wish me luck. Takes place some time after WWII, after East and West Germany have been divided. ___
Lovino is cleaning out their rooms when he finds the album, and that’s why he’s kneeling on the floor looking at old photos and drawings.
He’s looking at one sketch in particular - he’s doesn’t know who drew it. The art isn’t that good, childish even, but it’s the emotion behind the strokes that appeals to him. It’s a picture of them when he and Antonio went to visit Roderich one time. He and Feliciano sitting in front of a piano, listening to them play.
Lovino reaches up with one finger. His body shivers in echo as he traces his own curl in the picture, up until it starts to curl into a spiral.
He stops at where their curls unite, just keeps it there as he stares at the picture. The places where they touch stand out the most; their little curls, their hands clasped tight and sure against inevitable separation.
“Big brother? Big bro~~~ther!”
Lovino’s body reacts first, snapping the album shut so fast that he wonders for a minute when he closed it. It’s under the bed in half a second, and he climbs onto his bed and pretends to be sleeping when Feliciano comes in.
“So this is where you were~~~! Wake up, wake up~” Feliciano reaches over and tugs at his shoulder. Under his clothing, Lovino feels his skin warm. He tries to bite back a smile when his little brother’s fingers tighen and start to shake harder.
“Big brother~~~! The pasta’s going to get cold!” Feliciano’s starting to whine, and by God, it’s one of the most adorable things he’s ever heard. (Damned if he’d admit it, though, and if he did he’d have to punch that person in the face.)
“Fine, then! If you’re going to be that way, I’ll eat it myself! And I’ll use all of that special tomato sauce you like so much…”
Lovino’s eyes shoot open as he sits up. “You mean the one that you put basil and rosemary in?” he asks, excited.
Feliciano laughs. “There we go! I knew that would get you up!”
“Y-you mean you were tricking me!?”
Feliciano smiles, chuckling as he rubs Lovino’s hair, always so considerate and careful to avoid that certain strand. “Of course I wasn’t~! I made some earlier this morning to take to Ludwig, but there’s some left over if you want it, I’ll put it on your linguini tonight~”
Feliciano doesn’t notice how Lovino’s body has tensed, which only makes sense. Feliciano can’t hear that damn name echo inside of his head, a child’s high laughter in a dark room.
Ludwig.
The kraut dickhead.
“-other? Big bro~~~ther~~?”
Lovino jerks and looks up at Feliciano. “…I’m all right,” he grumbles, looking away.
“Lovino…?”
“Don’t worry about me, Feli -”
Feliciano reaches down with a hand, turns Lovino’s face towards his. Lovino wishes that Feliciano’s eyes weren’t so beautiful. They’re painful to look at.
“Lovi,” his brother says, “Ludwig’s important to me.” (Something inside of him jerks.) “I know I can’t spend as much time with you as I want, but Ludwig’s going through a hard time right now - he had his brother taken from him, and his economy is just starting to recover.” Feliciano flashes him a small smile. “I just want to do little things to help him get better, but it’ll take some time. Can you wait for me, Lovi?”
No, I can’t wait, I want to hold you and kiss you breathless and make you mine -
“Yeah,” Lovino mutters, trying to echo his brother’s smile. “I get it. I’m sorry, Feli.”
“It’s okay!” Feliciano leans in and kisses his cheeks. Lovino’s grateful that he turns around quick enough that he doesn’t see Lovino’s blush. “Now let’s go eat dinner and watch a movie after that! Germany lent me one that I think you’ll love, Lovi, he said I’d like it!” (Jerk. Jerk.)
Why do I put up with this?
“Lovi~~~?” Feliciano looks back at him with bright eyes. “Lovi, aren’t you coming?”
Oh, yeah. That’s why.
Lovino sighs and lets Feliciano pull him down the stairs.
___
Lovino is cleaning out their rooms when he finds the album, and that’s why he’s kneeling on the floor looking at old photos and drawings.
He’s looking at one sketch in particular - he’s doesn’t know who drew it. The art isn’t that good, childish even, but it’s the emotion behind the strokes that appeals to him. It’s a picture of them when he and Antonio went to visit Roderich one time. He and Feliciano sitting in front of a piano, listening to them play.
Lovino reaches up with one finger. His body shivers in echo as he traces his own curl in the picture, up until it starts to curl into a spiral.
He stops at where their curls unite, just keeps it there as he stares at the picture. The places where they touch stand out the most; their little curls, their hands clasped tight and sure against inevitable separation.
“Big brother? Big bro~~~ther!”
Lovino’s body reacts first, snapping the album shut so fast that he wonders for a minute when he closed it. It’s under the bed in half a second, and he climbs onto his bed and pretends to be sleeping when Feliciano comes in.
“So this is where you were~~~! Wake up, wake up~” Feliciano reaches over and tugs at his shoulder. Under his clothing, Lovino feels his skin warm. He tries to bite back a smile when his little brother’s fingers tighen and start to shake harder.
“Big brother~~~! The pasta’s going to get cold!” Feliciano’s starting to whine, and by God, it’s one of the most adorable things he’s ever heard. (Damned if he’d admit it, though, and if he did he’d have to punch that person in the face.)
“Fine, then! If you’re going to be that way, I’ll eat it myself! And I’ll use all of that special tomato sauce you like so much…”
Lovino’s eyes shoot open as he sits up. “You mean the one that you put basil and rosemary in?” he asks, excited.
Feliciano laughs. “There we go! I knew that would get you up!”
“Y-you mean you were tricking me!?”
Feliciano smiles, chuckling as he rubs Lovino’s hair, always so considerate and careful to avoid that certain strand. “Of course I wasn’t~! I made some earlier this morning to take to Ludwig, but there’s some left over if you want it, I’ll put it on your linguini tonight~”
Feliciano doesn’t notice how Lovino’s body has tensed, which only makes sense. Feliciano can’t hear that damn name echo inside of his head, a child’s high laughter in a dark room.
Ludwig.
The kraut dickhead.
“-other? Big bro~~~ther~~?”
Lovino jerks and looks up at Feliciano. “…I’m all right,” he grumbles, looking away.
“Lovino…?”
“Don’t worry about me, Feli -”
Feliciano reaches down with a hand, turns Lovino’s face towards his. Lovino wishes that Feliciano’s eyes weren’t so beautiful. They’re painful to look at.
“Lovi,” his brother says, “Ludwig’s important to me.” (Something inside of him jerks.) “I know I can’t spend as much time with you as I want, but Ludwig’s going through a hard time right now - he had his brother taken from him, and his economy is just starting to recover.” Feliciano flashes him a small smile. “I just want to do little things to help him get better, but it’ll take some time. Can you wait for me, Lovi?”
No, I can’t wait, I want to hold you and kiss you breathless and make you mine -
“Yeah,” Lovino mutters, trying to echo his brother’s smile. “I get it. I’m sorry, Feli.”
“It’s okay!” Feliciano leans in and kisses his cheeks. Lovino’s grateful that he turns around quick enough that he doesn’t see Lovino’s blush. “Now let’s go eat dinner and watch a movie after that! Germany lent me one that I think you’ll love, Lovi, he said I’d like it!” (Jerk. Jerk.)
Why do I put up with this?
“Lovi~~~?” Feliciano looks back at him with bright eyes. “Lovi, aren’t you coming?”
Oh, yeah. That’s why.
Lovino sighs and lets Feliciano pull him down the stairs.
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