Lovino Vargas - 8th Bottle of Wine [Video]

[in_italia]

Hooooly.... FUCK!
[It's been months since he was last here. Well, from his perspective, at least. Over the ten days' absense, he had managed to completely forget about it and dismiss it as a dream. And now he's back, with a half-empty bottle of wine still in his hand from the celebrations he left. And he grimaces at the pocketwatch, dreading who

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[in_italia]

[The air feels tense, and he doesn't like it. He doesn't like it one bit.] Heated it too much, still waiting for it to cool down. [With a grumble, he pats Feli's head, feeling too nervous to do anything more.] Are you going to talk to me, or what?

[in_italia]

[Wow, France. Yes, that's a great argument.] The wine bastard's fucked up, we both know it. Anything he does, you should probably not do. [That is of course ignoring when it's actually acceptable, but can't he trust Feli with a little common sense. No. No he can't.] Just... I don't like it, okay? Isn't that enough for you?

[morethanpasta]

[Feli hums thoughtfully.] It... it should be... [His voice is very small, very ashamed, which just so happens to be how he is feeling right now. Where all rage had failed to get through to him, this simple appeal to being a good boyfriend has succeeded. He gazes at Lovi with his forehead creased in distress, hands clenched around the plate.] I'm sorry, Lovi, you're right! It should be enough for me... and it is! No more teasing about sex. [He wonders if it's okay to tease when Lovi is obviously in the mood for making love, but even Feli isn't oblivious enough to the atmosphere to realize that it would be very dumb to voice his question.]

[in_italia]

[Lovi groans. It's great that Feli used some logic, even if it took way longer than it should to get it into his head. He figures he should reward that to some extent. So he will scooch over to sit right next to Feli, and lean over to kiss his cheek.] Grazie, idiota. I.. guess you're not that horrible. Sometimes.

[morethanpasta]

[Feli beams, immediately cheered up by Lovi's affection. He nuzzles his cheek and sighs softly.] I'm glad you aren't angry with me. You know me... I always say and do stupid things.

[in_italia]

[Another kiss on the cheek, and one on the forehead.] I'm still angry with you, damnit. Unless you get a brain, I'm gonna be angry for a long fucking time.. but fuck, haven't we have enough of this shit for tonight?

[morethanpasta]

[He leans tentatively against Lovi again.] I wish you wouldn't say that, but you're right. I don't want to argue with you any longer. [He thinks he'll be perfectly content just to sit here with Lovi, not speaking at all if that's what it takes to keep them from fighting.]

[in_italia]

[Lovi leans his head against Feli's. Silence is golden, it's nice just to be close. Even if it's still a little awkward...] Fuck, so... I've been kissing my brother for four months now, huh? [He could get used to that... it would take a long time, but it would be possible.]

[morethanpasta]

[He nods with a happy hum. Feli returns the nearly forgotten plate of lasagne to the table and gingerly wraps an arm around Lovi's waist. He sighs softly, a content, but also wistful sound. He doesn't doubt for a minute that they'll master this hurdle, nor does he want to contemplate at all that Lovi's memories might be permanently gone, but it'll be difficult. So very, very difficult.] Ve~ not for four months. We didn't get together until September. But it did start with a kiss. No... I think it started with curl tugging. But you don't want to hear about that, you'll get upset again!

[in_italia]

Same fucking thing, damnit. [He pulls Feli back onto his lap.] There. So... tell me some good shit about us. Or should I just assume all we do is fuck and fight? [Beautifully worded prompt, as usual.]

[morethanpasta]

[Being where he is, all cuddled up on Lovi's lap with his head on his shoulder, the harsh words don't sting. Feli laughs at them as if Lovi had told him a joke and nuzzles the side of his neck with his nose.] We do many things together! Like cooking. Ve~ I think you prefer to watch me cook. but I like it when we cook together. Sometimes you cook for me, too! We spend a lot of time like this. Cuddling, talking, you telling me about the future... And we'd been looking for a house of our own. We found one, but we didn't get to move before you disappeared. You promised to take me on a date, too, with a picnic and soccer.

[in_italia]

Oh, yeah.... [He grimaces. They had a fight at that house...] You cook better than I do, I eat at restaurants too much. And isn't talking about the future a bad thing, if you've heard so much?

[morethanpasta]

Ve~ but how am I supposed to do better if I don't know what to change? And you're mostly just cursing about Ludwig and England and future me and your boss anyway. It's not very helpful. [He huffs indignantly.]

[in_italia]

Nothing good happens, Feliciano. Just... Italy goes to the dogs. Our economy got so fucked-up it's a miracle I'm not coughing up my lungs. If the new boss can't fix that, we're as good as dead. And Germany gets to sit there with his perfect economy and all his money, being a pompous prick... Yeah, fuck, let's not talk about the future. [Grumble grumble.]

[morethanpasta]

Don't say that! [Feli can feel tears stinging in his eyes again and he frowns. He doesn't want to cry again! Although he had been too worried to scare Lovi away before, he slips his arms around his upper body now and clings tightly to him.] I know it's already happened for you, but it hasn't happened for me yet. I want to change things. I'll be better. I promise. When I get back, I'll train harder and I won't havs siesta all the time and I'll listen... I don't want things to be bad!

[in_italia]

[See, he knew it was a bad idea to mention this shit.] Just try to stay here if you can. You don't want to come back home. [He'll accept the clinging, even hug him back, mostly just to calm Feli down.]