If I am not worth the wooing...
who. Antonio and Romano.
when. August 1st, Sunday evening.
where. Antonio's abode.
what. Epic romance fail. It's the thought that counts, right?
( I surely am not worth the winning. )
when. August 1st, Sunday evening.
where. Antonio's abode.
what. Epic romance fail. It's the thought that counts, right?
( I surely am not worth the winning. )
As if it was ever going to be impossible to miss him (and not for the reason Antonio would have appreciated either).
Romano sighed, dragging his feet across the unnecessarily large garden and towards his- what was the Spaniard now? Best friend? Fiance? Faggot?- whatever.
However he only managed half the distance before stopping, giving Antonio's bike one long hard stare and turning around again.
"There is no way I'm riding that piece of crap."
Hell he'd buy the Spaniard a car himself if Roma wasn't so(suddenly and confusingly) against having anything to do with them. And there was no way Romano was going to spend his own money on something like that.
"I'm getting the Vespa." God damn Feliciano for taking the Ferrari.
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Romano was already half way back to the house when he looked back up.
"Ah! Wait!" He hopped off the bike and set the kickstand hurriedly before chasing after, finally catching him by his wrist. "Why can't we take the bike? You can ride the handlebars, you're not that heavy!"
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Romano stopped, inhaled, exhaled, and turned around again.
Sometimes, just sometimes, he really had to wonder why he liked put up with this guy at all.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." The verbal rejection wasn't really necessary, to be honest the look he gave Antonio said more than words ever could.
Romano jerked his arm away, "Apologies if I don't want to end up creamed across the pavement." Really, did Antonio think he was some kind of child? The bike wasn't exactly brand new and no full grown man-heavy or not- was going to fit on the handlebars. Nevermind the fact that he would never, ever allow himself to be wheeled across Liberty, humiliated like some freak-show exhibit.
It would be so much easier to ride the Vespa over, and, if Antonio wanted, he could cycle his own bike back.
Having come to a definite decision Romano pushed the Vespa out of the garage and climbed into the seat, searching his pocket for the keys.
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The bike was laying on the curb innocently, as if it hadn't just sabotaged its own credibility. Stupid, cheap kickstand.
"...safe. Yeah. Do you mind if I hide it in your garage for now?" He turned back to Romano with a sheepish grin and rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't want your abuelo to throw it out."
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Romano racked his memory. Had the Garage ever been used for anything else but it's initial purpose? Was Roma going to stumble upon the bike on his way to half-heartedly dispose of a body?
Romano hoped not. For the sake of the fine fine skin connecting Antonio's head to his shoulders. He sincerely hoped not.
"Yeah whatever. Just-" He waved his hand to dismiss the bike nonchalantly and caught himself mid-motion. Were they Spanish flags in the spokes?
Great. Just fucking great. The bike practically screamed Retarded Spaniard.
He turned his attention back to Antonio.
"Why don't you just ride it home?"
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"Oh, well... it's just-" He stumbled over his words, trying to think of some excuse, then grinned triumphantly. "I can't keep up with your Vespa if I'm on a bike, can I? I wouldn't want to keep you waiting outside my house," he explained slowly, as if Romano was a small child who needed obvious things explained to him. It totally wasn't because he wanted them to ride together. Well, it was, but he couldn't tell Romano that or he'd force him to take the bike anyway.
Before there could be any argument on the matter Antonio quickly jogged back to the curb and heaved his bike up to drag it into the garage. It only took a moment of glancing around impatiently (dinner was going to be cold at this rate, maldita sea!) before he just shoved it into some dark obscure corner where it- hopefully- wouldn't ( ... )
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Romano stared incredulously as Antonio hopped on the vehicle behind him. Thankfully the Italian had been standing up at that point or things would have been a lot more awkward than they already were.
For a moment he just stayed there; frozen, staring, trying to get his head around what would happen next. He doubted Antonio had ever ridden a Vespa before, and there was no way it was going to be as easy as with Feliciano (who knew just to sit back and hold tightly onto the seat or- on a very lucky day- Romano).
The Italian wondered if he should dig a helmet out of the dusty depths of the garage.
"Alright." He turned the keys and they were off, flying down the driveway and onto the street at a speed that was almost certainly illegal.
Romano felt arms latch tightly around him and he pulled a face, squeezing the handlebar and commanding himself to ignore it and focus.
Focus....focus...
He jerked the Vespa to the ride to take them off the main road and through the backstreets. There was no way he was going through greater Liberty like
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Romano's driving invoked the same kind of regret in him. He could practically see his life flashing in front of his eyes and quickly squeezed them shut, squeezing his arms around his waist tighter as well.
Well, even if he did die in a fiery Vespa accident, at least he got to hug Romano one last time. He buried his face in the back of his shirt and breathed in his scent with a muffled sigh.
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Romano leaned forward instinctively and slowed to take a sharp corner, as if subconsciously trying to put some space between him and the man now clinging fearfully to his waist.
Or at least prevent Antonio from flying off the back- because if that happened he highly doubted the Spaniard had it in him to let go first.
It was a painful 10 minutes for both of them before the Vespa finally pulled up outside Antonio's abode and Romano waited rather impatiently to be released.
It didn't happen. His fiance still clung with his head buried into the back of his shirt like a terrified cat, and now that Romano no longer had Vespa-maneuvering to distract him with he was beginning to realise just how awkward this situation was.
"Get off." A jab at Antonio's stomach with his elbow and the Italian went about trying to pry himself free. "Let go of me, dammit!"
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"A-ahaha~ you shouldn't play so rough, Lovi," he chided gently.
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Unlocking the front door without waiting for Antonio (Romano wasn't sure when he'd gotten a key cut, and highly suspected either Toni, Roma or one of his men had done it) the Italian stepped inside and immediately looked around for annoying Asian + friend and/or dog.
The house was completely empty. Awesome.
The second thing he noticed was the undeniably delicious smell wafting in from the kitchen. Antonio had cooked something- he should have expected as much.
"Hey," He tilted his head back to the door, "What did you make?"
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A house key. When had he gotten one of those?! If Antonio had known about that then- mierda! He slid off the Vespa awkwardly and hurried into the house before Romano could go any further.
"Esperate! Esperate!" He jammed his hand into his pocket and fished out a black cloth. "Here, put this on!" Without permission or warning, he turned Romano around and tied the blindfold around his eyes.
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Before Romano could even manage a 'what the fuck' he'd been jerked back, spun around, and blindfolded.
"W-what-" In a matter of seconds his whole world had gone black, and Romano was left to grope flail about awkwardly in the hope of finding Antonio so that he could lay a good punch on him.
What the hell was this man on!?
Fiance or not, he did not feel comfortable with the vulnerability Antonio had forced onto him, even if the Spaniard was standing right there.
Raising one hand to latch onto his friend's arm (Antonio was still trying to tie the knot -in more than once sense- and failing miserably) Romano used the other to pull one side of the black cloth up onto his forehead.
"What the hell are you doing?"
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"Lo siento! Pero-" Antonio made a vague, frantic gesture with his hands in the direction of the kitchen, as if that would explain everything.
It didn't really. He sighed and tried again.
"It's a surprise, Lovi!" he whined explained exasperatedly.
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Romano gave an exaggerated sigh, just in case Antonio wasn't already aware of how much he disapproved.
"This better be worth it," he let the cloth fall back over his eyes, releasing his grip on the Spaniard and giving the other free reign to lead him into (what he hoped would be) the kitchen. Damn that food smelled good.
Only...with the way Antonio had blindfolded him, and the forewarning of a surprise, Romano highly doubted he'd be allowed a quiet, uninterrupted meal.
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"Okay-" He looked around himself distractedly for a moment, as if trying to remember something. "Okay, wait right here, just for a second. And no peeking!" He patted Romano on the shoulder, hoping that his newfound compliancy would hold for the moment, then darted into the kitchen to finish setting up.
A minute passed in blind silence for Romano.
"Mierda! Toro, I told you to wait in the room!" There was the sounds of a brief struggle, then a door nearby slammed shut.
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