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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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[morethanpasta]

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.

[morethanpasta]

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.

[morethanpasta]

"Ve~?" He blinks through the blush on his cheek - the spot on his cheek where Lovi kissed him tingles all nicely. "I'll tell Ludwig that you're really nice even if you never show it to him and that we will take good care of another. He will worry, but he always worries." He still doesn't get Lovi's jealousy.

[in_italia]

"No, idiot, I mean- just- fuck, whatever. I don't care. It's your damn problem." his brow furrows. "Look, can you just get dressed? I'm fucking hungry and you're not leaving the room like that." not that he feels up to being seen in public right now anyway.

[morethanpasta]

Feli heaves a long-suffering sigh. Everyone's a critic. Being naked is comfortable! "Alright. But you have to change your clothes, too. You can't wear the same clothes day and night, you're going to stink!"

[in_italia]

"I'm already gay, what difference does it make?" what he won't admit is that he's a little nervous about undressing around Feli right now. Just... he'll calm down later. Yup. Just not right now, things are too fucked up and confusing right now.

[morethanpasta]

"Ve!" Feli huffs indignantly. "Now you're just being whiny!" He slips reluctantly out of bed, utterly unconcerned by his nakedness, and gathers his clothes.

[in_italia]

"Hurry up, Venneciano." Lovi huffs and waits for Feli to be dressed before he leaves the bed. He will definitely keep his distance while those stupid butterflies keep fluttering through his stomach every goddamn time he looks at his brother.

[morethanpasta]

"Whatever you say, Romano," he chirps teasingly. Feli pouts some more, but it doesn't look like Lovino is going to move. Fine.

He dresses, thinking that he's going to have to take a shower later. But first of all, food! "I'll make breakfast while you're being silly," he explains as he walks to the door.

[in_italia]

"I'm not being-- oh fuck you." Lovi leaves the bed and follows Feli, "E normale, idiota. Dio, you're fucking annoying."

[morethanpasta]

"Ve! If you're going to be my boyfriend, you have to stop calling me an idiot!" The words leave Feliciano's mouth before they had a chance to register in his brain, as they do so often. When he realizes what he's said, he freezes in mid-step and his cheeks flush red. Maybe if he keeps really still, Lovi will mistake him for a piece of furniture?

[in_italia]

Lovi freezes as well. It takes a bit for the words to register, and for his mind to fail to land any other meaning on them. Fuck... His face has reddened again, and he scowls as he combats the urge to run away from the situation he's landed himself in, "...I... fine. W-whatever." Yeah, that's a piece of furniture he wants to punch right now. But that wouldn't be brotherly or... Dio help him, it wouldn't be boyfriend-ish, either. No, he'll have to jar up his rage for the moment, and make due with storming off ahead to the kitchen.

[morethanpasta]

The Italy-shaped piece of furniture remains behind to gape at thin air. That went... Well, he's not sure how that went. But Lovi hadn't punched him or called him an idiot and that's a good sign, isn't it?

He makes his way to the kitchen at a snail's pace, not quite sure what to expect of Lovino's mood. Suddenly, everything is so weird. He giggles nervously. But he won't have to worry anymore about Ruby City being boring!

[in_italia]

Lovi waits for him while sulking in a corner. He's lost track of what he's worried about, and now he's only sure that he's scared. Everything is wrong about this, so something is bound to go wrong because of it. He's gotten them both doomed mostly just by accident, and he hates it.

When Feli finally comes in, his only response is a low grunt. He's too busy burying his face is his knees and trying to not flip out too much over this.