[FanFic] The Proposal [3/?]

Aug 23, 2009 17:56

Title: Proposal
Author/Artist: zeenzazada 
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Main-Spain/Romano, Side- Germany/Italy, USA/UK, France/Canada, Hinted- Prussia/Hungary
Rating: 14+
Warnings:  Another Turtle has been named.
Summary for chapter 3: Feliciano comes over to Lovino's country home to check up on him. Little did he know that his brother would learn from his visit.


Lovino sighed as he rolled out of his king-sized bed, feeling the plush carpet under his feet. The only reason he’s been getting up for the past couple of days is because he had to take care of the kids. His mind still reeled over to Antonio making him scowl in thought.‘So I’m in love with that bastard.’ He thought to himself making his way to find the turtles. ‘What the hell happens next?’ For an Italian, Lovino thought that he would know everything there was to know about love. But when he tried to figure it out, he’d get trapped deeper in the labyrinth it was making in his mind.

He found the kids in the living room ‘pool’ -a small ramp to a tub of water- swimming without a care in the world. Lovino smiled as he started to pluck his children out of the water, making a cradle in his arms. He slowly made his way to the kitchen to fix breakfast. The Italian fixed the kids their plate of lettuce before he grabbed himself a bowl of cereal. He took a bite as he looked over to the turtles, counting each one. ’…Seven,’ The Italian choked on his breakfast and recounted. ‘Seven?!’ Lovino’s eyes widened as he ran over to the turtles, leaving his breakfast forgotten. He gently tore each turtle from their breakfast turning them to check their undersides. On the turtle's stomachs were different color hearts -painted by Antonio and himself- to tell them apart. ‘Where’s Fettuccini?’

“Fettuccini?” Lovino called, looking around the kitchen. His search for the missing turtle quickened as he went to check the living room. “Fettuccini?” He yelled, desperately hoping she would come to him. Panicked, he searched under furniture, behind shelves, everywhere! He ran back to the kitchen to put the kids in their play pen so he could continue to search for the missing one. The only places he had not looked were upstairs and outside, and knowing Fettuccini would never be able to climb the stairs, he quickly made his way outside to find her.

If you where in Feliciano’s shoes right now, you also would have probably thought his brother was going crazy. The younger Italian watched his brother scramble though the bushes yelling ‘Fettuccini’ from the drive way of Lovino’s country home.

“Lovino, I can make you some Fettuccini if you really want some,” Feliciano said as he reached the bushes. The elder Italian -teary eyed mouth opened in shock- turned to see his brother cheerfully waving to him.

“Feliciano,” He sniffled, “I can’t find Fettuccini!”

“But you never run out of pasta-“

“No! Fettuccini is my turtle, idiot!” Lovino whined as he searched the bushes again.

“Ve~ when did you get a pet?” Feliciano asked as he started to look through the bushes with his brother. “That’s not like you to get something like that!”

“I got them about five months ago,” The elder Italian wiped his eyes dry and went to search the flower garden.

Feliciano’s head perked up from the bushes, eyes shining in delight, “Them? There’s more? And why didn’t you tell me sooner-“

“FETTUCCINI!” Lovino yelled out in happiness as he lifted the turtle up from the flower garden. “Don’t you ever do that again!” He scolded the little thing. He hugged the turtle with a sigh of relief as Feliciano stared shocked at the scene in front of him. This was not his elder brother.

“Ve~ I’m hungry now!”

“….Damn it, me too”

Lovino placed Fettuccini on the kitchen floor so she could eat her breakfast. Feliciano, on the other hand, started to make pasta because he had a sudden craving for it. “Kids these days,” Lovino mumbled as he counted the turtles again.

“Kids?” The younger Italian repeated, too confused with his brother’s behavior to ignore it anymore.

“What?” Lovino’s head turned to face his brother’s.

“You said ‘kids’,”

“N-No I didn’t!”

“Ve~ you did! You did!”

“I didn’t, damn it!” He turned his attention to cleaning up his now mushy cereal as Feliciano pouted.

“…Does this make me an aunt?” Feliciano questioned as he tended to the pasta.

“Why the hell would you be an aunt?” Lovino replied sharply, still cleaning his cereal bowl.

“Well, you’re the mama right?” If Lovino had been drinking anything, he would have spat it out right then and there.

“Wha- H-How?! How did you- Where did that come from?!” The Elder Italian stuttered out in embarrassment. Feliciano walked over to the side of the refrigerator and pulled off a piece of paper.

“This sticky note thing on the fridge!” He sang as Lovino got up and swiped it away from him. His eyes glanced down to read the light pink note.

'To Mama Lovi,

Lovina did the cutest thing while you were in the bathroom! She actually crawled onto me! Isn’t that the cutest thing? You should try to do it to sometime~

With mucho love,
Papa Toni.'

“Damn it, Antonio!” Lovino crumpled the paper and threw it to the ground. “He could have told me when I got out!”

“Does Antonio come over a lot?” His brother asked, smiling as he returned to his cooking. Lovino sputtered out excuses but Feliciano knew better. “I ran into him last night.” Lovino‘s body froze up, this not going unnoticed by his baby brother. “Lovino, he looked horrible.” Lovino's breath hitched as he heard his little brother’s serious tone. Feliciano paused before continuing again, “-And he asked me to check on you.” Lovino sat down in guilt as his brother started to strain the pasta.

“It’s nothing, damn it,” Lovino mumbled out as his brother placed a plate of fettuccini in front of him. His brother took a seat next to him.

“What did he do?” Feliciano asked before eating his pasta breakfast. Lovino placed a hand on his forehead in frustration.

“He didn’t do anything! That’s the problem!” He said sourly. Feliciano took a moment to think of a reply, knowing his brother will always deny his own relationship.

“You know, Ludwig is the same way,” Feliciano started, ignoring Lovino’s groan of hearing his name, “I usually can’t get any love-“

“Who says it’s about love?!” The older brother dug into his fettuccini in frustration.

“I never said it was. But for me, it is.” Lovino grumbled an apology as Feliciano continued, “Ludwig would never do anything to show that he loved me. He'd say it, but not show it.” Lovino’s little brother placed his chin in his hand in thought. “I got so tired of it that I decided to take things into my own hands. And it worked!” He smiled as he recalled the memory.

“Take things into my own hands?” Lovino mumbled to himself as he stared off in thought. Feliciano turned his attention back to his pasta, and hoped his advice would help his brother. They finished the pasta breakfast with Feliciano chattering on about everything and everyone.

Siesta time had rolled around and Lovino had already made himself comfortable in his bed. After whining and crying, Lovino finally let Feliciano join him.

“Ve, brother?” Feliciano turned to face his brother’s back. Lovino grunted in response. “Did the turtles really have to join us?” He asked, not used to cold turtles crawling and scratching on him.

The elder Italian sighed as he rolled over slightly to take off the turtles that were crawling over his brother then placed them onto his self. “There, now go to sleep.”

Feliciano watched his brother fall into a light sleep and skillfully kept all the turtles from falling off of him or the bed. “Ve, how long have they been sleeping with you?” Feliciano asked, amazed how his brother could tolerate them moving around on him.

Lovino awoke from his light sleep hearing his brother’s question. “A while,” he mumbled out, his eyes still closed.

“Hey Lovi?” Feliciano pulled the covers up to his bare chin. “I’ve been thinking recently,”

“What a shocker.”

“-I’m serious!” Feliciano sat up in the bed, emphasizing his words. “Why do people always think I’m never serious?”

Lovino sighed as he opened his eyes, turning his head to face his brother. “Alright, alright! You’re serious! Now what the hell are you thinking?”

Feliciano fiddled with the cover down at his waist, “I’ve been thinking about me and Ludwig.”

Lovino snickered, “I see! You’ve finally seen there’s nothing good about that potato-“

“I’ve decided to propose to him.”

“WHAT?!” Lovino sat up in shock, his arms around the turtles that were in equal shock. “Are you crazy?! Even-...Even if I don’t like that bastard, don’t you think it should be the other way around?!”

Feliciano huffed in frustration, “Lovino, I’m serious! Do you really think someone like Ludwig would have the guts to propose to a guy? He's barely willing to kiss me! If I want our relationship to go any farther, I have to do it!” Felicaino whined as he crossed his arms, a small pout on his face.

Lovino laid back down with a long frustrated sigh. “...go to sleep.”

Feliciano sighed as he got ready to leave his brother's country home. They had both eaten dinner and were trying to enjoy the last bits of their time together. Lovino walked with his brother up to his car.

“Feliciano?” Lovino called as he watched his brother climb into the driver’s seat. “…Can you wait a while before you propose to…Ludwig?”

Feliciano studied his brother before smiling and nodding his head as he slammed his car door close. He turned on the engine and gave his brother one final wave. “Ve~ older brothers should get married first anyways!”

“WHA- YOU GET BACK HERE, DAMN IT!” Lovino shook his fist at the retreating car that sped down his driveway. Lovino sighed and rubbed the back of his head. His mind reeled over his brother’s visit. An idea struck Lovino, and a smirk grew on his face.

“Take things into my own hands, huh?”

-----author's note-----

Look at that! I got a Beta! -3-
Beta'd by aseies (Go check her out, she's awesome♥)

...how the heck did my drama/romance story turn into a comedy/romance? >>;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

so yeah.... does anyone else think this whole N.Italy proposing seem like a kink meme influenced? because after I wrote it, I began to think kink meme......

cough...

Fettuccini! I love that name ;w; I named my stuffed turtle♥

s.italy, spain, romano, fanfic

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