[FANFIC] Between Navidad and Año Nuevo something needs fixing (Spain/Romano)
Title: Between Navidad and Año Nuevo something needs fixing
Recipient:cutthroatpixie
Request: S.Italy/Spain, Germany/N.Italy, Prussia, France
Author/Artist: danybel
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Spain/South Italy, mainly
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Man I suck at naming things... also, sorry for the lateness, never noticed until now that we could post our gifts. I hope you like it cutthroatpixie
Between Navidad and Año Nuevo something needs fixing
It had been a hard day for the Spanish man. He'd been working all day in the Mercado; helping his fellow Spaniards sell their crops in the rainy, cold day of December. At times like these he envied his friends, Gilbert and Francis, for having cold, snowy winters while he got rain most of the time. He loved walking in the streets of Madrid after a rainy day like today had been, but while doing so he felt slightly left out in the crowd composed of couples. Everyone seemed excited and happy, making last minute shopping to celebrate the end of another great year.
Antonio walked into a small café on the side of the road to warm up with a well-deserved cup of coffee. He started thinking about all the things that had happened since Christmas, and he sighed.
Lovino had gotten mad at him.
Sure, he got mad a lot, and fought most of the times he was mad, but this time it was different. He had gotten so mad Antonio hadn't seen him at all for five days.
He sighed again.
He blamed Francis for everything -at least when asked about it- but he knew everything was his fault. He had gotten Lovino so angry that the Italian had decided to leave him. He couldn't stop himself from thinking over and over again what he had done wrong, but nothing made much sense. It was his fault, yes, but why? Why was the Italian he loved so pissed at him?
He went over the night many times in his head, and each time the scenes inside of his mind made less sense than the time before. It all had started after Gilbert got to his house. That year they decided to celebrate Christmas, for the first time in decades, in Spain, since everyone- meaning Gilbert- was tired of the snow. Antonio, after listening to his lover complains about how his brother was never with him, he had decided to invite the younger Italian to dinner with them, which meant Ludwig tagged along too.
Ok, so that wasn’t the brightest of ideas. Having Gilbert and his brother together was never a good idea. They always end up having some kind of argument.
For some reason Francis had decided that he was allowed to invite anyone he wanted, saying things like "I want mon precious frère to join moi for the holidays, since I want to give him a brake," using an overly exaggerated French accent, the kind used in American movies.
Well, that wasn't that bad actually, Lovino never really cared about Matthew, the poor Canadian too shy to even talk.
Gilbert, as usual, went alone. With at least ten liters of beer. For himself. Ludwig reprimanded him but no one actually paid attention, the scene too common and repetitive.
Francis and himself spent most of the day in the kitchen, preparing the meals for the night, sometimes getting interrupted by Feliciano or Gilbert, but overall fast and without accidents. It was at the actual dinner when the first of many things had gone wrong.
After the first plate -caramelized potatoes- they ate something Francis made (Antonio didn't want to know what it was, since the last time he had asked he couldn't eat the food anymore after learning he was eating baby lambs)
During the time it took to change plates and transport the foods to the dining table, Antonio noticed two things: Lovino was too quiet and Ludwig was smiling. Two things that should have set an alarm in his head. Ok, not exactly true, but Ludwig never smiles, at least he had never seen the German smile, and Lovino always had something to say about the food; always.
After the main course came the dessert. A mix of extremely strong coffee with white chocolate mousse with ice cream for those who wanted it -Feliciano and Gilbert.
He had planned to go to the park to see the lights that decorated the trees and enjoy a little time with his lover, but with his best friends in the house it was impossible. Especially when Francis was too busy trying -and failing miserably- to keep Gilbert away from Matthew, making noise and trashing the house while doing so.
Ludwig managed to escape from his brother but Lovino and Feliciano stayed back, playing with one of the consoles the older Italian had left at his lover's house.
Antonio frowns when he remembers that he really doesn’t know why the Italians were arguing, but he does remember that even Francis shut up at the sound of Lovino's raised voice and Feliciano's little sobs. The Spanish man had walked up to his lover and covered his mouth shutting him up, only to have him bite the older man's hand. He then had told Antonio he didn't care about him.
And Antonio laughed.
Which got the Italian even madder, and when the Spanish started reciting words of love for the angered Italian, Feliciano decided to hug him and thank him for getting his brother to stop yelling at him. Antonio laughed and hugged him, and Lovino just stared. The man kissed Feliciano on the cheek and Lovino frowned. Lovino then turned around and started to walk away from where his brother and lover were hugging, and when the Spanish man noticed, he let go of the young Italian in his arms to go after the other, following him to the kitchen.
"Why the fuck are you here?" Lovino snarled after stopping, turning around to see Antonio.
The man stretched his arm to pull him, but Lovino slapped it away. "Well, to bring you back outside of course!" He tried to pull the Italian into a hug, but instead he got pushed away.
"I don't want to be anywhere near you bastard!" Lovino yelled, pushing him away again when the Spanish tried to take a hold of him.
After various tries and same amount of fails, Antonio gave up, sighing and frowning. They stayed in silence for some seconds, Antonio looking at his lover, and Lovino looking at the floor. Then the Spanish sighed and turned to walk towards the living room, where Gilbert and Francis were discussing something again.
"Sometimes I wish you and your brother were more alike, I'd love for you to hug me," Antonio said, and at the moment the last word left his mouth, he felt the pull on his shoulder and a punch in his face. He crashed against the wall, getting disoriented, and by the time he came back to normal, Lovino was outside the house, with Feliciano after him.
Antonio rubbed his hand against his cheek when remembering the punch and he sighed. It still hurt.
After that Francis and Gilbert stopped talking, helped him to the couch and Matthew made some tea. He had no clue where Ludwig had gone.
He sighed again as the server walked up to him to refill his cup and he started at her.
"Feliz Año nuevo señor," the girl said, smiling.
"Gracias," was the only word the man could say, his usually cheerful self buried somewhere inside him.
The girl walked away and he started at his cup. He wondered why had Lovino gotten mad that day, it couldn't possibly be what he had said, since he was pretty sure those words had come out many times before. There was no other clue to why he was angry enough to ignore him completely for five days. Ok he knew, Lovino was jealous, but that didn’t mean he deserved to be ignored, right? At least not for so long…
Then, suddenly, he got an idea.
He stood up, leaving enough money to pay for the coffee and left the place, going back to his house as fast as the cold, windy weather allowed him.
He wanted to see the Italian more than anything in the world, and if Lovino was hiding at his brother's house, to Feliciano's house he was going. But first he needed get his gift, since it was impossible to hand it to its owner on Christmas.
For the first time in years Antonio felt nervous. The last time was when he had asked Lovino to go out with him for the first time (it took three tries for the Italian to say yes, and only because the Italian had gotten jealous of Francis and Gilbert always being with Antonio) and now he felt like he was seventeen again. His hands were shaking, his heart beating faster than usual, his smile faltering.
He knocked on the Italian’s door and Feliciano opened. Antonio smiled and hugged the younger man, who happily returned the embrace, and then offered the Spanish entrance to the place.
“Is Lovino home?”
“He’s in the living room, watching a movie,” Feliciano smiled and walked to the kitchen, saying something about pasta.
“Lovi…” Antonio said when he saw the Italian sitting on the couch. Lovino jumped and glared at the older man, the Spaniard smiled sweetly “I just came to talk to you…. Please don’t get mad,” he added as an afterthought.
Lovino then stood up and walked past him, into his room.
Antonio sighed.
“He’s been like that for a while,” Feliciano whispered from behind the man, “he doesn’t even eat a whole plate of pasta anymore.”
Antonio chuckled. Of course Feliciano knew something was wrong if his brother didn’t finish his food. He gave the little Italian a hug and smiled at him, then, sighing, he made his way to his lover’s room and knocked on the door. There was no answer, but that was what he had expected.
“Lovino,” He started, talking to the door “I know I’m an idiot, but I don’t always notice it. If I ever do something that annoys you, let me know, because I won’t realize it any other way.” He put the gift he had gotten for the Italian on the floor, in front of the door. “Te amo. And I never want to loose you. Merry Christmas.”
Antonio walked away and into the kitchen, where Feliciano was waiting for him with a warm cup of coffee. They stayed in silence for a while, and during their third cup of coffee Antonio sighed. Feliciano looked up at him with a questioning look.
“I should go, there’s still things to do at home.”
Just as Antonio stood up, Lovino came into the kitchen and smacked him in the back of the head.
“Shut up” the Italian said when the Spanish opened his mouth to protest. Lovino then kissed him, which surprised the older man, but the kissed ended fast. “You bastard, you better cook something yummy for new year’s”
“Of course Lovi!” Antonio hugged the young man and smiled “I always cook things you like.”
Recipient:cutthroatpixie
Request: S.Italy/Spain, Germany/N.Italy, Prussia, France
Author/Artist: danybel
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Spain/South Italy, mainly
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Man I suck at naming things... also, sorry for the lateness, never noticed until now that we could post our gifts. I hope you like it cutthroatpixie
Between Navidad and Año Nuevo something needs fixing
It had been a hard day for the Spanish man. He'd been working all day in the Mercado; helping his fellow Spaniards sell their crops in the rainy, cold day of December. At times like these he envied his friends, Gilbert and Francis, for having cold, snowy winters while he got rain most of the time. He loved walking in the streets of Madrid after a rainy day like today had been, but while doing so he felt slightly left out in the crowd composed of couples. Everyone seemed excited and happy, making last minute shopping to celebrate the end of another great year.
Antonio walked into a small café on the side of the road to warm up with a well-deserved cup of coffee. He started thinking about all the things that had happened since Christmas, and he sighed.
Lovino had gotten mad at him.
Sure, he got mad a lot, and fought most of the times he was mad, but this time it was different. He had gotten so mad Antonio hadn't seen him at all for five days.
He sighed again.
He blamed Francis for everything -at least when asked about it- but he knew everything was his fault. He had gotten Lovino so angry that the Italian had decided to leave him. He couldn't stop himself from thinking over and over again what he had done wrong, but nothing made much sense. It was his fault, yes, but why? Why was the Italian he loved so pissed at him?
He went over the night many times in his head, and each time the scenes inside of his mind made less sense than the time before. It all had started after Gilbert got to his house. That year they decided to celebrate Christmas, for the first time in decades, in Spain, since everyone- meaning Gilbert- was tired of the snow. Antonio, after listening to his lover complains about how his brother was never with him, he had decided to invite the younger Italian to dinner with them, which meant Ludwig tagged along too.
Ok, so that wasn’t the brightest of ideas. Having Gilbert and his brother together was never a good idea. They always end up having some kind of argument.
For some reason Francis had decided that he was allowed to invite anyone he wanted, saying things like "I want mon precious frère to join moi for the holidays, since I want to give him a brake," using an overly exaggerated French accent, the kind used in American movies.
Well, that wasn't that bad actually, Lovino never really cared about Matthew, the poor Canadian too shy to even talk.
Gilbert, as usual, went alone. With at least ten liters of beer. For himself. Ludwig reprimanded him but no one actually paid attention, the scene too common and repetitive.
Francis and himself spent most of the day in the kitchen, preparing the meals for the night, sometimes getting interrupted by Feliciano or Gilbert, but overall fast and without accidents. It was at the actual dinner when the first of many things had gone wrong.
After the first plate -caramelized potatoes- they ate something Francis made (Antonio didn't want to know what it was, since the last time he had asked he couldn't eat the food anymore after learning he was eating baby lambs)
During the time it took to change plates and transport the foods to the dining table, Antonio noticed two things: Lovino was too quiet and Ludwig was smiling. Two things that should have set an alarm in his head. Ok, not exactly true, but Ludwig never smiles, at least he had never seen the German smile, and Lovino always had something to say about the food; always.
After the main course came the dessert. A mix of extremely strong coffee with white chocolate mousse with ice cream for those who wanted it -Feliciano and Gilbert.
He had planned to go to the park to see the lights that decorated the trees and enjoy a little time with his lover, but with his best friends in the house it was impossible. Especially when Francis was too busy trying -and failing miserably- to keep Gilbert away from Matthew, making noise and trashing the house while doing so.
Ludwig managed to escape from his brother but Lovino and Feliciano stayed back, playing with one of the consoles the older Italian had left at his lover's house.
Antonio frowns when he remembers that he really doesn’t know why the Italians were arguing, but he does remember that even Francis shut up at the sound of Lovino's raised voice and Feliciano's little sobs. The Spanish man had walked up to his lover and covered his mouth shutting him up, only to have him bite the older man's hand. He then had told Antonio he didn't care about him.
And Antonio laughed.
Which got the Italian even madder, and when the Spanish started reciting words of love for the angered Italian, Feliciano decided to hug him and thank him for getting his brother to stop yelling at him. Antonio laughed and hugged him, and Lovino just stared. The man kissed Feliciano on the cheek and Lovino frowned. Lovino then turned around and started to walk away from where his brother and lover were hugging, and when the Spanish man noticed, he let go of the young Italian in his arms to go after the other, following him to the kitchen.
"Why the fuck are you here?" Lovino snarled after stopping, turning around to see Antonio.
The man stretched his arm to pull him, but Lovino slapped it away. "Well, to bring you back outside of course!" He tried to pull the Italian into a hug, but instead he got pushed away.
"I don't want to be anywhere near you bastard!" Lovino yelled, pushing him away again when the Spanish tried to take a hold of him.
After various tries and same amount of fails, Antonio gave up, sighing and frowning. They stayed in silence for some seconds, Antonio looking at his lover, and Lovino looking at the floor. Then the Spanish sighed and turned to walk towards the living room, where Gilbert and Francis were discussing something again.
"Sometimes I wish you and your brother were more alike, I'd love for you to hug me," Antonio said, and at the moment the last word left his mouth, he felt the pull on his shoulder and a punch in his face. He crashed against the wall, getting disoriented, and by the time he came back to normal, Lovino was outside the house, with Feliciano after him.
Antonio rubbed his hand against his cheek when remembering the punch and he sighed. It still hurt.
After that Francis and Gilbert stopped talking, helped him to the couch and Matthew made some tea. He had no clue where Ludwig had gone.
He sighed again as the server walked up to him to refill his cup and he started at her.
"Feliz Año nuevo señor," the girl said, smiling.
"Gracias," was the only word the man could say, his usually cheerful self buried somewhere inside him.
The girl walked away and he started at his cup. He wondered why had Lovino gotten mad that day, it couldn't possibly be what he had said, since he was pretty sure those words had come out many times before. There was no other clue to why he was angry enough to ignore him completely for five days. Ok he knew, Lovino was jealous, but that didn’t mean he deserved to be ignored, right? At least not for so long…
Then, suddenly, he got an idea.
He stood up, leaving enough money to pay for the coffee and left the place, going back to his house as fast as the cold, windy weather allowed him.
He wanted to see the Italian more than anything in the world, and if Lovino was hiding at his brother's house, to Feliciano's house he was going. But first he needed get his gift, since it was impossible to hand it to its owner on Christmas.
For the first time in years Antonio felt nervous. The last time was when he had asked Lovino to go out with him for the first time (it took three tries for the Italian to say yes, and only because the Italian had gotten jealous of Francis and Gilbert always being with Antonio) and now he felt like he was seventeen again. His hands were shaking, his heart beating faster than usual, his smile faltering.
He knocked on the Italian’s door and Feliciano opened. Antonio smiled and hugged the younger man, who happily returned the embrace, and then offered the Spanish entrance to the place.
“Is Lovino home?”
“He’s in the living room, watching a movie,” Feliciano smiled and walked to the kitchen, saying something about pasta.
“Lovi…” Antonio said when he saw the Italian sitting on the couch. Lovino jumped and glared at the older man, the Spaniard smiled sweetly “I just came to talk to you…. Please don’t get mad,” he added as an afterthought.
Lovino then stood up and walked past him, into his room.
Antonio sighed.
“He’s been like that for a while,” Feliciano whispered from behind the man, “he doesn’t even eat a whole plate of pasta anymore.”
Antonio chuckled. Of course Feliciano knew something was wrong if his brother didn’t finish his food. He gave the little Italian a hug and smiled at him, then, sighing, he made his way to his lover’s room and knocked on the door. There was no answer, but that was what he had expected.
“Lovino,” He started, talking to the door “I know I’m an idiot, but I don’t always notice it. If I ever do something that annoys you, let me know, because I won’t realize it any other way.” He put the gift he had gotten for the Italian on the floor, in front of the door. “Te amo. And I never want to loose you. Merry Christmas.”
Antonio walked away and into the kitchen, where Feliciano was waiting for him with a warm cup of coffee. They stayed in silence for a while, and during their third cup of coffee Antonio sighed. Feliciano looked up at him with a questioning look.
“I should go, there’s still things to do at home.”
Just as Antonio stood up, Lovino came into the kitchen and smacked him in the back of the head.
“Shut up” the Italian said when the Spanish opened his mouth to protest. Lovino then kissed him, which surprised the older man, but the kissed ended fast. “You bastard, you better cook something yummy for new year’s”
“Of course Lovi!” Antonio hugged the young man and smiled “I always cook things you like.”