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[morethanpasta]

Who: North Italy/Feliciano Vargas and South Italy/Romano Vargas
What: Eating pasta. Having epic fights over Germany. Cursing the existence of potatoes. Being awesome(ly Italian.)
When: Saturday evening and Sunday morning
Where: At home, which is Austria's house
Warnings: Chances are, there will be foul language. ETA: Incest.
Status: In progress

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*doesn't even attempt 3rd person orz~*

[in_italia]

Welp. Lovino will never be able to measure to that level of happiness.

Having just arrived home from a long day of bitching at whichever poor sucker came by, he's managed to trip over pretty much everything possible on the way in. He is definitely not a happy camper right now. Most notably, his presence has been announced by a very long and loud stream of profanity, insults, etc, broken only when he realizes how.. happy Feli is right now. Well. He's always happy. But this is just creepy.

"Oi, Venneciano. The hell's up with you?"

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Feliciano responded with a brilliant smile, determined not to let Lovino's sourpuss mood ruin his wonderful, perfect, shiny, happy day.

"Romano's silly, of course I'm happy! It's a wonderful day!"

He stirred in the pasta sauce, sniffed at it and nodded with a little satisfied hum. "I like not feeling guilty anymore that I left Germany behind," he said, off-hand. He'd completely forgotten that he hadn't told Lovino yet that he has been reunited with Ludwig.

[in_italia]

Okay what.

Scowling, Lovi grabs Feli's shoulder roughly, "What the hell-- WHAT HAPPENED!?" damnit, he told Ludwig to fuck off. What is with Germans and their not listening to him.

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Feliciano squawked in surprise and fright as he was suddenly grabbed and yelled at.

"You're hurting me," he whined, though he didn't really. But he was upset and Lovino was being mean and it's all really terrible - and that on his perfect day! "And... and nothing happened today! I'm just happy because Germany is here!"

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He wraps his arms around Lovino and clings desperately to him. "The only way you can ruin my day is by not being here, Lovi," he whispers.

For a moment, Feliciano remains silent except for little hiccupping sounds. Then, very, very softly, he asks, "Do you really think I'm worse than future-me? You must think I'm horrible to be worse than the Feli you hate!"

[in_italia]

"Maybe not... if you met our boss, it'd make a shitload more sense. Fucking bastard." Or rather he would love to say yes, but he can't deal with more emotional.. stuff right now. Now he just wants to shut Feli up and go sleep or something. So he'll just be inching in that direction and trying to lightly pry Feli off.

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Feli coos softly, not exactly reassured, but somewhat mollified by Lovino's vague answer. At least he didn't say yes, he comforts himself.

He makes an unhappy little noise in the back of his throat when Lovino pries him off, but doesn't fight it. He doesn't want to make him angry again.

*battles Itacest complex herpderp*

[in_italia]

He'll be nice enough to hold Feli by the shoulder while steering him to the bedroom. Really, he's all out of roughness and synonyms for bastard, and hopefully after he gets some sleep he can go kick Germany's ass because that's totally worked before.

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Feliciano gapes at Lovino, torn between happiness, cautious hope and hurt. The emotions flicker over his face as he is unable to settle on just one. "Do you really hate that you love me?" He coos sadly. "And you know... we nations do many things people aren't supposed to do."

[in_italia]

"Doesn't mean we're supposed to, either, idiot, and I still have to deal with what everyone fucking thinks of me. And you. Just... damnit, I want to hate you..." He touches his forehead to Feli's in an attempt at consolation.

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Feli pouts a bit. "That's unfair. I have to deal with what everyone thinks, too! But my important people are more important to me than what others think." He hums softly. "We don't have to do anything right away, you know," he says gently. "We're safe here and we're together. We have time." He nuzzles his nose against Lovino's.

[in_italia]

"Oh yeah? And what're you gonna tell the potato bastard, huh?" Lovi won't admit it, but he envies the fact that Feli isn't worried about this. His poor, sweet, innocent brother didn't have to grow up with his reputation dictating if he got food each day. But he supposes everyone here hates him anyway.. he kisses Feli's cheek. Fuck, this is so confusing.

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Feliciano blushes scarlet at the kiss and for once, he actually goes quiet. He stares at Lovino out of very wide brown eyes with the silliest smile on his face.

Then, slowly, a bit hesitantly as he isn't sure how Lovi will react and his heart is runninga mile a minute, he leans forward to kiss him on the lips again, a proper kiss, not a little peck this time.

[in_italia]

Well, he definitely doesn't like that they're kissing outside the privacy of the bedroom. But instead of complaining, he leans into the kiss, albeit a bit nervously.

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A soft blissful sigh escapes Feliciano and he melts against Lovino, deepening the kiss. He buries his hands in his hair, though he's careful to avoid his curl.

[in_italia]

Lovino's arms wrap around Feliciano's waist, holding him close and avoiding his hair like the plague. As of yet, he still finds himself too nervous to take much action past this.