Only one more to do
Title: Father and Son
Author:
traumschwinge
Claim: Austria
Characters: Austria, S. Italy
Table/Promt: Time/19. Infinity
Wordcount: 1210
Rating: T
Summary: Roderich and Antonio are getting divorced. Lovino is Lovino. And in the end, the two of them are best friends. (Summary by my very dear ichihara_mina(who had been forced to read the WiP and is the reason why I write so many fics starring Roddy and LoviLovi~ *hugs*))
It was the first day after the break-up. Roderich didn’t even want to get up that day. He hadn’t slept much that night anyway. Most of it he had spent crying. The break-up with Antonio hadn’t come all of a sudden, they had been at the edge of divorce for quite some time now.
It still hurt.
He rolled over in bed, pulling the sheets over his head. No, he definitely wouldn’t get up today. He had enough tissues by his bed and next to them a bottle of water. He didn’t need to get up for several hours.
He missed Antonio, especially his stupid smile. The smell of tomatoes that always surrounded him. His tanned arms hugging him out of the blue. Being able to cuddle against his muscular chest.
Every memory made his heart sting. His chest felt much too narrow. He had troubles breathing. His whole body shook with sobs. Even though he was already exhausted, he couldn’t stop. He wanted to go back to the way things between him and Antonio were when they had been in love. A long long time ago, even before they had gotten married.
The feeling had been there since their first meeting. A long time before they had started dating. He hadn’t understood it back then. That’s why he had been so surprised when Antonio had suddenly kissed him. Surprised enough to kiss him back without thinking. That had been the day when they had started dating.
It had been the best spring of his life. And the year that followed had been just as good. Being together with Antonio had felt right, like it was only natural. Because this had been a mutual feeling, it had been only logical for them to get married.
They had been happy living together as a married couple. They had had both well-paid jobs with enough free time for themselves. Eventually, they had even decided that they wanted to have kids and in the end, they had adopted two little boys. It had been a good time. They had been a happy little family.
Then, things had started to go south. As their kids grew up, Antonio started to work longer. At first, it had been only a few minutes, not enough to notice at all. But then it had been a hour or two, one day even three. Just a few days each month, but these numbers had increased over the years. They had started fighting a lot when they were alone. Even the kids had noticed.
As Roderich lifted the blanket to get a fresh packet of tissues, he noticed that someone was standing in front of his bed.
“Shouldn’t you be at work or something, jackass?” Lovino, their eldest, asked. He smirked.
“Let me be,” Roderich sniffled.
“What’s wrong with you?” Lovino smirked. “Being such a pussy. It’s a miracle that that stupid Spainard put up with you for so long.“
“Go away.” Roderich turned away. “We broke up last night.”
Lovino’s smirk froze for a moment. “For real?” He whispered. Then, his smirk reappeared. “Oh, I see. It finally happened then. Took him long enough to notice what a bastard you are.”
Roderich didn’t answer. He laid quite under the blanket and waited for Lovino to continue. Deep inside, he thought that his son was right. He had really not been nice to Antonio. Especially not yesterday. He still didn’t know how to tell Feliciano, their other son. His little darling son. He was thankful Lovino didn’t care about him. He’d always only cared for Antonio after all. But Feliciano … Feliciano deserved to live in a happy family and be cheerful everyday.
"Damn you, Jackass. Don't look like you are the most unfortunate person on the planet. Because you are not, Bastard. You reap what you sow. Accept it, you are an asshole." Lovino went on ranting like this for quite some time. Roderich knew that he was right. He was an asshole. Or at least, he’d acted like one.
“You’re right,” he whispered as he finally removed the blanket from over his head. “I’m an asshole and I don’t deserve a husband like Antonio and cute boys like you and your brother don’t deserve a horrible person like me as a parent. I’m sorry, Lovino.”
He noticed that Lovino flinched at these words. Roderich was sorry to be his harsh. Lovino, too, deserved to live a happy life. He didn’t want his sons to be sad. Nor did he want Antonio to be sad or suffer.
“I broke up with him,” Roderich added more softly. “I couldn’t bear seeing him suffer around me anymore. He’s better off without me. I just want the three of you to be happy. I don’t care about myself. That’s why I … we decided to get divorced as soon as he’s back from his business trip.”
Lovino sat down on the bed and started to pat his dad. He wasn’t good at stuff like this and it felt very awkward. “Well, uhm, you see,” he stammered. Damn, he really wasn’t good at stuff like this. “I may hate you to infinity and beyond because you’re married to that jackass ‘Tonio, but … see, bastard, you’re somehow part of my family and will ever be one. So get a hold of yourself, you damned pussy!”
A smile appeared on Roderich’s tearstained face. In moments like this, he was so proud of his son. He hugged him close. “Thanks,” he whispered.
~2 years later~
Roderich sat in his garden, a cup of coffee in front of him. On the other side of the table, Lovino sat, his coffee untouched and ranted on and on about Antonio. It had become quite a custom for Lovino to come visit him whenever he wanted to rant about his ex-husband.
“I might hate you to infinity and beyond, but you’re ex-husband, that bastard Antonio is driving me just as mad,” Lovino said. “Every other day, his stupid bastard friends come over to visit. And Feliciano is never at home, he’s always at … I don’t know his name but he looks like a damned potato. How am I supposed to deal with them?”
Roderich chuckled. “See to it that there’s enough beer and wine and they will be quiet by midnight. Or else: Tell Gilbert that Elizabeta’s looking for him. That also helps in my experience. To get rid of Francis is even easier. Just tell him about some girl who’s taken interest in him and you’re good.”
The conversation went on like this. It always did when they were sitting in the garden - or the living room during the winter - and in the end, when Lovino was finished ranting, everything was alright again.
Roderich still wondered how they had become so close. He liked it. It didn’t even hurt anymore to talk about Antonio with Lovino. Lovino had liked Antonio all his live. Roderich respected this. That was why he now helped his son when he needed a wise advice. He didn’t care about Lovino telling him that he hated him to infinity and beyond. Roderich loved his son. During the last two years, he had come to love his son as a son even more.
Author:
traumschwinge
Claim: Austria
Characters: Austria, S. Italy
Table/Promt: Time/19. Infinity
Wordcount: 1210
Rating: T
Summary: Roderich and Antonio are getting divorced. Lovino is Lovino. And in the end, the two of them are best friends. (Summary by my very dear ichihara_mina(who had been forced to read the WiP and is the reason why I write so many fics starring Roddy and LoviLovi~ *hugs*))
It was the first day after the break-up. Roderich didn’t even want to get up that day. He hadn’t slept much that night anyway. Most of it he had spent crying. The break-up with Antonio hadn’t come all of a sudden, they had been at the edge of divorce for quite some time now.
It still hurt.
He rolled over in bed, pulling the sheets over his head. No, he definitely wouldn’t get up today. He had enough tissues by his bed and next to them a bottle of water. He didn’t need to get up for several hours.
He missed Antonio, especially his stupid smile. The smell of tomatoes that always surrounded him. His tanned arms hugging him out of the blue. Being able to cuddle against his muscular chest.
Every memory made his heart sting. His chest felt much too narrow. He had troubles breathing. His whole body shook with sobs. Even though he was already exhausted, he couldn’t stop. He wanted to go back to the way things between him and Antonio were when they had been in love. A long long time ago, even before they had gotten married.
The feeling had been there since their first meeting. A long time before they had started dating. He hadn’t understood it back then. That’s why he had been so surprised when Antonio had suddenly kissed him. Surprised enough to kiss him back without thinking. That had been the day when they had started dating.
It had been the best spring of his life. And the year that followed had been just as good. Being together with Antonio had felt right, like it was only natural. Because this had been a mutual feeling, it had been only logical for them to get married.
They had been happy living together as a married couple. They had had both well-paid jobs with enough free time for themselves. Eventually, they had even decided that they wanted to have kids and in the end, they had adopted two little boys. It had been a good time. They had been a happy little family.
Then, things had started to go south. As their kids grew up, Antonio started to work longer. At first, it had been only a few minutes, not enough to notice at all. But then it had been a hour or two, one day even three. Just a few days each month, but these numbers had increased over the years. They had started fighting a lot when they were alone. Even the kids had noticed.
As Roderich lifted the blanket to get a fresh packet of tissues, he noticed that someone was standing in front of his bed.
“Shouldn’t you be at work or something, jackass?” Lovino, their eldest, asked. He smirked.
“Let me be,” Roderich sniffled.
“What’s wrong with you?” Lovino smirked. “Being such a pussy. It’s a miracle that that stupid Spainard put up with you for so long.“
“Go away.” Roderich turned away. “We broke up last night.”
Lovino’s smirk froze for a moment. “For real?” He whispered. Then, his smirk reappeared. “Oh, I see. It finally happened then. Took him long enough to notice what a bastard you are.”
Roderich didn’t answer. He laid quite under the blanket and waited for Lovino to continue. Deep inside, he thought that his son was right. He had really not been nice to Antonio. Especially not yesterday. He still didn’t know how to tell Feliciano, their other son. His little darling son. He was thankful Lovino didn’t care about him. He’d always only cared for Antonio after all. But Feliciano … Feliciano deserved to live in a happy family and be cheerful everyday.
"Damn you, Jackass. Don't look like you are the most unfortunate person on the planet. Because you are not, Bastard. You reap what you sow. Accept it, you are an asshole." Lovino went on ranting like this for quite some time. Roderich knew that he was right. He was an asshole. Or at least, he’d acted like one.
“You’re right,” he whispered as he finally removed the blanket from over his head. “I’m an asshole and I don’t deserve a husband like Antonio and cute boys like you and your brother don’t deserve a horrible person like me as a parent. I’m sorry, Lovino.”
He noticed that Lovino flinched at these words. Roderich was sorry to be his harsh. Lovino, too, deserved to live a happy life. He didn’t want his sons to be sad. Nor did he want Antonio to be sad or suffer.
“I broke up with him,” Roderich added more softly. “I couldn’t bear seeing him suffer around me anymore. He’s better off without me. I just want the three of you to be happy. I don’t care about myself. That’s why I … we decided to get divorced as soon as he’s back from his business trip.”
Lovino sat down on the bed and started to pat his dad. He wasn’t good at stuff like this and it felt very awkward. “Well, uhm, you see,” he stammered. Damn, he really wasn’t good at stuff like this. “I may hate you to infinity and beyond because you’re married to that jackass ‘Tonio, but … see, bastard, you’re somehow part of my family and will ever be one. So get a hold of yourself, you damned pussy!”
A smile appeared on Roderich’s tearstained face. In moments like this, he was so proud of his son. He hugged him close. “Thanks,” he whispered.
~2 years later~
Roderich sat in his garden, a cup of coffee in front of him. On the other side of the table, Lovino sat, his coffee untouched and ranted on and on about Antonio. It had become quite a custom for Lovino to come visit him whenever he wanted to rant about his ex-husband.
“I might hate you to infinity and beyond, but you’re ex-husband, that bastard Antonio is driving me just as mad,” Lovino said. “Every other day, his stupid bastard friends come over to visit. And Feliciano is never at home, he’s always at … I don’t know his name but he looks like a damned potato. How am I supposed to deal with them?”
Roderich chuckled. “See to it that there’s enough beer and wine and they will be quiet by midnight. Or else: Tell Gilbert that Elizabeta’s looking for him. That also helps in my experience. To get rid of Francis is even easier. Just tell him about some girl who’s taken interest in him and you’re good.”
The conversation went on like this. It always did when they were sitting in the garden - or the living room during the winter - and in the end, when Lovino was finished ranting, everything was alright again.
Roderich still wondered how they had become so close. He liked it. It didn’t even hurt anymore to talk about Antonio with Lovino. Lovino had liked Antonio all his live. Roderich respected this. That was why he now helped his son when he needed a wise advice. He didn’t care about Lovino telling him that he hated him to infinity and beyond. Roderich loved his son. During the last two years, he had come to love his son as a son even more.