Lovino Vargas - 1st Bottle of Wine [Video]

[in_italia]

Venneciano! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, DAMN IT!?

[Thus greets the brunette Italian appearing on the screen. After the rapid flipping between all the features, he's pretty pissed off because he still doesn't understand shit about this, and between words he can be heard muttering "chigigigigigigi...", and some random explicit insulted aimed at no one in

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[morethanpasta]

[The other side of the feed clicks on to the sound of excited "ve" sounds and a lot of fumbling with the pocket watch, why does it have to be so slippery when Feliciano is excited? Due to all that fumbling, Romano gets a shaky view of Austria's kitchen, Feliciano's uniform and the floor.]

Romano! Fratello! You're here! I missed you so much!

[He finally manages to get a good hold of the watch and hold the camera at the right angle to show his face. Have a North looking happier than ever before in Ruby City, gazing at his cursing brother with all the adoration usually reserved for cute baby animals and pasta.]

[Action]

[morethanpasta]

Don't hit me! [Feliciano squeaks in fright and leaps backwards, forgetting that he is still holding on to Lovino's hand and jerks him along.]

[Action]

[in_italia]

Oi, don't-- [He catches himself enough to fall rather painfully on his knees.Lame half-punch to Feli's leg, go.]

[Action]

[morethanpasta]

[Feliciano gives a yell of pain though it barely hurts at all. When you are hit, you're supposed to cry in pain, it is the logical thing to do. Shooting Lovino a wounded look, he rubs his leg.]

You hit me! [Somehow, he manages to muster up surprise.]

[Action]

[in_italia]

Shut up, you stupid bastard, I didn't hit that hard! Lean down so I can punch you better, damnit! [Because he's gonna laze out on the floor until his knees stop stinging. He's reaching up to punch Feli's face anyway, though.]

[morethanpasta]

[Feliciano flinches away to evade the punch.] Ve~ hitting people's not nice, Romano!

[He leans down then, but not to let himself be better punched, no, he leans down with the intent to kiss Romano on the tip of his nose.]

[in_italia]

[He smacks Feli away lightly, glaring.] I hate you, idiot! [Although he still hasn't let go of Feli's hand and uses it to get back up.] Damnit, after we eat, I'm leaving...

[morethanpasta]

[Feliciano just hums in response, not willing to believe a word Lovino says. Not like he's going to let him leave anyway...]

[He drags him into the kitchen, where the pasta is boiling merrily and the sauce is blubbering in the saucepan. He sighs happily and smiles, suddenly overcome by a feeling of peace. He turns to his brother and gazes seriously at him, squeezing his hand gently.]

This is the happiest I've been since I got to Ruby City, Romano!

[in_italia]

[He allows himself to be dragged, deciding that the reason he isn't leaving is because Feli is too stupid to survive without him.

It's at that last part that he starts struggling to get his hand back. And he's not blushing under the praise, damnit, not at all.] Sh-shut up, idiot... It's a bad thing I'm here... fuckwit little brother...

[morethanpasta]

[Feliciano slumps, enthusiasm momentarily damped. He averts his eyes.]

I know it's a bad thing... You shouldn't be here. They shouldn't have kidnapped you. It's not right to just grab people and bring them here for whatever reason they have.

[His eyes flicker up again to meet Lovino's with a hopeful, yet guilty expression.]

I'm sorry, fratello. I shouldn't be happy you're stuck here with me... and I'm not! I'm just so happy I'm no longer alone. It's very selfish of me, isn't it? [That is said very quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.]

[in_italia]

Just... [He punches Feli as lightly as he can.] Idiot. Just forget it, I'm here now, damn it all. How long's it been since you checked the food? [Yeah, he's not trying to distract Feli at all. Nope, just hungry.]

[morethanpasta]

The food?

[He just stands there for a moment longer, motionless except for his owlish blinking. After a month of separation, it will take a while to get used again to the emotional rollercoaster every interaction with Lovino is.]

The food!

[He springs into action to check on the pasta and stir the sauce.] Oooh! The pasta! It'll be ready in just another moment. Get the plates, will you? They're over there? [He points with the spoon to a cupboard.] They're over there.

[The cupboard is outside of their reach, but it hasn't occured to him that he's still holding on to Lovino's hand.]

[in_italia]

Yeah, idiot, the food.

[He is actually feeling the mind cancer that is being with Feli coming back. This is sad. He even takes a step or two toward the cupboard before realizing why that won't work as is.]

...Oi. Allocco. Let go already. [Tug tug.]

[morethanpasta]

Ve~ [Feliciano coos sadly. He looks from their linked hands to the boiling pasta sauce which requires the finishing touches, back to their hands and back to the pasta. With a loud, drawn-out sigh of regret, he lets go of Lovino's hand, but only after giving it another squeeze.]

[in_italia]

[Once he's let go of, Lovi puts as much space between himself and Feli, to avoid losing his hand again. He gets the plates and brings them over, placing them down with maybe more force that is necessarily needed. And then makes his quick escape to the opposite site of the room to avoid hugs or anything of the sort.]

[morethanpasta]

[Feli, meanwhile, loses himself in the great art of pasta making. He taste-testes occasionally, making little humming noises that are thoughtful or disgruntled until there is finally a moan of near-orgasmic delight.]

Perfect! [he coos lovingly at the sauce. After quickly draining the noodles, he puts the bots on the table and sits down. He places his chin on his folded hands and waits for the smell of the pasta to lure Lovino close.]