This won't end well...

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Who: South Italy/Lovino Vargas in-italia, Germany/Ludwig Beilschmidt bewaeltigung, North Italy/Feliciano Vargas morethanpasta
What: Germany finds out about the Italies' relationship.
When: Now time (Saturday)
Where: Walking around the town
Warnings: Default PG-13. Incest
Status: [In Progress]

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[in_italia]

Damnit, he hates being out in the city. It's been ages since he first got here, and he still doesn't want to leave the house when he can avoid it. Especially with his new relationship and whatever happened to Feli while he was hiding from the festival like the antisocial bastard he is.

He takes a cautious step closer to Feli, although nervous to go too close in case someone noticed them, "I'm listening, damnit." not really, but he'd love Feli to think he was.

[morethanpasta]

"Of course you are," Feliciano agrees readily, though he doesn't believe a word. But Lovino is willingly spending time with him, in public even, and that's all it takes to make him happy.

A gust of wind blows down the street, rustling a discarded paper bag.

"Uwah!" With a squawk, Feliciano leaps at Lovino and wraps his arms around his waist.

[in_italia]

This would be nowhere near as awkward if this wasn't EXACTLY what he didn't want while they're out in public. His face turning pink, he pushes Feli off sharply and grumbles, "Off. Right fucking now." has he not said he doesn't want public affection?

[morethanpasta]

'But Lovi...' he whines. He lets go reluctantly with a disappointed sigh, but grabs Lovino's hand instead. 'Please Lovi?'

[in_italia]

His cheeks are now red. With a glance around to make sure no one important can see them, he gives Feli a peck on a the cheek and takes a half-step away, "Nope. Let go, damnit." he tugs on his hand to try and get it back.

[morethanpasta]

Nope, not letting go. Lovino's attempt to pull away, coupled with the very much unwanted distance he put between them, just encourage Feliciano to tighten his hold on his hand and interlace their fingers. His own cheeks are red as well from the little kiss on his cheek. "If you have to be mean, give me a real kiss at least!"

[in_italia]

Lovi turns away to scan for unwanted people again. If someone catches them with Feli being like this... damnit, he hates his life. "We're in public, idiot. Later." he takes another small step away from Feli, but is kinda enough this time to not move his hand that much.

[morethanpasta]

"Ve~" he sighs. He doesn't even know why he's disappointed, he had to learn very quickly that them being more than brothers didn't exactly turn Lovino affectionate. But he's miserable and a bit frightened and it's truly not fair. "Not even a small one?" There is a definite whine in his voice now. It's unfair and he isn't in the mood to be put off.

[in_italia]

Is it normal for Feli's voice to sound like that? No it is not. Especially over something so... stupid. Cautiously, Lovi moves back toward Feli until their shoulders are brushing. With another paranoid sweep of the area, he quickly kisses Feli on the lips and leans back again. "Can you calm the hell down now, Venneciano?"

[morethanpasta]

"You're mean today," Feli pouts. Lovino is being really, truly petty today when all he wants is a little bit of affection and comfort while he isn't feeling well. Well, if he wants to play the stubbornness game, Feli can play that, too.

With the speed he usually reserves for surprise flights, he buries his free hand in Lovino's hair and leans forward to capture his lips in a passionate kiss.

[in_italia]

"No shit, y-- MMPH."

This the problem with little brothers. They never listen. And it takes Lovi about a half-second of struggling to decide he might as well just go along with it now. He's gonna break off eventually, right?

Sorry for my lateness

[bewaeltigung]

Well that was just too damn bad for you Lovino. That moment of playing along got you the eye witness you feared. Especially this one in particular.

Ludwig had been out shopping too, though merely for some cabbage to make into sauerkraut. But something tipped him off, distracted him from his shopping trip. The whining of Italia. He looked up, expecting to see North Italy in distress. But...

well...

How could he describe that scene? Beyond the fact that it was literally the farthest from his mind as far as what he expected to see... well there were colorful words he could use. He felt embarrassed and exposed at once. And somewhere there was a twinge of revulsion. One of jealousy perhaps, or merely because this was a public area and that conduct was uncalled for. He cleared his throat loudly.

"Do you not have a private room for zat Italia?"

[morethanpasta]

Feli feels the exact Lovino gives in to the kiss and smiles against Lovino's lips - so much for treating him like a nuisance! Then, however, he is a bit too distracted by kissing Lovino to think much at all, by his smell, his taste, his warmth and the giddiness all these sensations arouse in him.

It takes a moment for Ludwig's voice to pierce the happy fog around his mind. When it does, he breaks off the kiss and faces Ludwig, still smiling. He's happy and Lovino has let him kiss him in public and now his best friend is here, too! Isn't life wonderful?

"Ve~ Ludwig knows I have a room!" he chirps. "But it's just a little kiss, it's not like when I'm running naked from my house to yours and Switzerland shoots at me!"

This is officially the best log in the history of RP.

[in_italia]

Lovi, on the other hand, hears the exact moment that Germany starts talking, and it makes him start struggling again. And once allowed, he starts trying to glare at both of them at the same time.

"Idiot! This is why I didn't want to kiss you now, damnit! It's your fucking problem now!" Trying to walk away- whoops, still holding hands. He tugs on his hand sharply to try and get Feli to let go.

Glad you think so

[bewaeltigung]

It is epically epic!

[morethanpasta]

Feliciano's bright smile withers at Lovino's harsh words, his shoulders hunch a bit. The pout returns, but he still holds on tight to Lovino's hand.

Then there is Ludwig, snapping at Lovino, and Feliciano feels a surge of fodness for his very best friend in the world well up in him. Ludwig's always so protective of him!

However, with both of them being bad-tempered, Feliciano can't help feeling uncomfortable as well. "Don't yell at another," he pleads, more towards Lovino than Ludwig because he just knows he's going to take it as an excuse to go off on another rant about potato bastards. "Can't we all get along and be friends? It's such a nice day!"