[Lovino Vargas] 11th Bottle of Wine [Video]

[in_italia]

Teddesco... Hey, Tedde! I got you some beer, damnit, do you want it or not? [He holds up a bottle of generic German beer and waves it in maybe a slightly teasing manner. Because he has this disgusting stuff and poor Tedde doesn't.] Hurry up and respond, ya jerk!

Comments

So much for "hurry up" *sheepish grin*

[thatsmysausage]

[In spite of Lovino's demand to hurry up and respond, it takes Germany a little while to get back to him and when he does, he looks like a drowned rat. His German flag t-shirt is as soppy wet as his hair and smeared with black, there is another black streak on his left cheek.]

Italy! Lovino, sorry, Lovino! You... you... [He looks at him with awe.] Did you say beer?

Still fashionably late. |D

[in_italia]

[Lovino gives him an odd look.]

...What the hell happened...? Mph, nevermind, I don't care. Get your ass over here, there's shitty German beer and I'll get you some towels or something. I'd offer clothes, but I doubt you'd fit into mine or Venneciano's. [Without waiting for a response, he gives the directions from the train station to Venneciano's house, and maybe Tedde can figure it out from there.]

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[thatsmysausage]

[He gapes at Lovino for a little while as his mind struggles to catch up. Well... at least Lovino isn't going to come over and see the mess with his own eyes.] Yeah, I'm on my way. I'll just... uh... [He makes a vague handwaving motion.] I'm on my way!

[He ends the transmission.

An hour later, he knocks at the door, still looking wet, bedraggled and holding an equally bedraggled potted African violet.]

[in_italia]

[And once he hears the knock, Lovino readily ushers Tedde inside, snatches the plant from him and dumps two or three towels on him.] No beer until you're dry, and I found a blanket so you can stay warm, if you need it I guess I can do something about your clothes. How what the fuck happened to you? Should I punch you for something? [Glory behold, he's entered his own version of mother hen mode.]

[thatsmysausage]

[Germany blinks as he suddenly finds towels dumped onto him and himself... mothered?] Thank you. [He says that meekly and flashes Lovino a small smile. He rubs his hair dry and wraps a towel around his shoulders.] As for what happened... Haha, that's a funny story, you know... Did you know that do it yourself isn't as easy as it looks on TV?

[in_italia]

No shit, dumbass, what the fuck did you do? And... fuck, what is this shit all over you? [He rubs off a bit from Tedde's cheek and glares what comes off on his hand in disgust.] How are Germans always this fucking stupid, anyway? [Nevermind, shooing Tedde to the living room where he's set up a sort of nest of blankets with beer bottles laid in the middle, like something you'd make for a large dog.] Look, take your clothes off and give them to me, get yourself dry before you use the blanket or you'll just get colder. Don't drink that shit until you're warm, and don't you dare get drunk because I'm not going to do anything for your hangover.

[thatsmysausage]

[Aaalright... So Italies of all worlds are intimidating as hell. He shouldn't be surprised, really. He stares for a little while longer at this vaguely scary mothering creature Lovino has transformed into, then decides it's easier to just go along with whatever he wants. That nest of blanket looks very inviting, especially with the beer bait. He undresses himself down to his underpants, blushing all the while, and hands his clothes dutifully to Lovino before he crawls into the nest of blankets.]

Whatever you want, Lovino. [Yeah, sure as hell not gonna argue with an Italian nation on a rampage. He pulls the blankets up to his chin and opens a bottle of beer, sighing blissfully.] Ah, German beer! I missed German beer. [Getting a bit teary-eyed over a beer bottle? Well, maybe. Clutching the bottle in one hand, his "pet" sausage in the other, there is one very happy German nation cuddled in the blankets.]

[in_italia]

[Lovino gives him a light slap and takes away the other bottles, laying them farther away.] Idiota, I said get warm and then get drunk. You'll fuck up your system like that, damnit. And do you want to fuck up your vital regions or some shit? Give me your underpants, stupid bastard, those need to get dry too. [Ignoring that the concept of this is making Lovino blush.]

[thatsmysausage]

My underpants?! But then I'll be naked! [Eep! He eyes Lovino for a while, gauging if this is a prank. Nope, doesn't look like it. It's not so much that he has a problem with being naked, he likes swimming naked, but this is Lovino and he's a bit scary and very Italian and... Yeah. With a long-suffering expression, he slips out of his underpants and offers them to Lovino like a peace offering.] Please tell me you live alone! If someone catches us like this, they'll jump to conclusions!

[in_italia]

[He takes them in disgust and adds them to the pile of wet, disgusting clothes.] I live with just my brother, if he finds us he'll congratulate me for being friends with a potato bastard. Just cover up with the blanket, no one will notice. And don't drink any more of that shitty beer until you're warmed up, damnit, or I'll kick you in the vital regions. [He means that, too. With some last anti-Germanic remarks in Italian, he walks away to wash the clothes, and come back once he's satisfied with them to dump them on Tedde's head.]

[thatsmysausage]

But I don't even like potatoes all that much... [His feeble protest is heard by no one but an empty room. He gapes at the doorway a little while longer as his brain struggles to catch up with Lovino's behaviour.

He gives a little shrug and snuggles back into the nest of blankets. Lovino's house is nice and warm and most of all, it isn't a home improvement desaster zone. He waits dutifully until he has warmed up a bit before he sips on his beer again. This is nice, but he's getting a bit bored here all alone.]

Lovino? Lovino? You didn't leave, did you?

[in_italia]

[Of course he doesn't respond until the half-hour or so later when he enters and dumps clothes on Tedde.] You can get dressed under the blanket, right? I don't want to see your naked ass. [Now excuse him while he sits nearby to nom a tomato he picked up on the way.] What the fuck did you try to do, anyway? Pet a raccoon? Fish in the river?

[thatsmysausage]

I don't want you to see my naked ass, either! [He huffs and grabs his clothes, then gets dressed under the blankets, blushing all the while.] I thought ending up naked and drunk only happens when I go drinking with Denmark...!

[Once dressed, he clutches his beer bottle and sausage again protectively.] I told you, it's a funny story how I got so wet... It all started with a dripping shower faucet... [He gives him a pleading look. Certainly Lovino doesn't really want to hear the entire story?]

[in_italia]

Fucking stupid bastard. [Lovino grumbles and rolls his eyes.] Fine, I don't want to hear it. You're pathetic. And you better not've gotten anything that'll stain into that blanket, or I'll punch you. Besides, I told you not to get drunk, you stupid potato head, don't you know you're own limit?

[thatsmysausage]

But I'm not drunk! [He raises his bottle and wags it slightly to show Lovino that it isn't quite empty yet.] That's my first bottle, I don't get drunk that easily! I listened to what you told me about not getting drunk.

[He sighs and watches Lovino warily.] You're a bit grumpy today. Are you angry that I brought you flowers? I wanted to bring wine, but I couldn't find a good one and I remembered too late that you're supposed to bring only women flowers... But it's a potted plant, so it doesn't really count, does it?

[in_italia]

Why are you stupid like a drunkard, then? [He shrugs challengingly.] I'm not angry about the fucking flowers, damnit, just.. fuck, some shit happened and I'm an idiot and my brother's an idiot, and... I'm not telling you. It's fucking normal, damnit, I'm always like this. [He huffs and turns away, giving the illusion that this is not actually true.]