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hetalia2011-01-20 08:57 pm
Promises chapter 4
Summary: Lovino is gone, Spain turns to Feliciano for concilation.
Characters: N. Italy, S. Italy, Germany, Austria, Spain and mentions of Prussia and hungary
Pairings: S. Italy/Spain, N.Italy/Germany/Austria, implied Prussia/Hungary
Rating: PG-PG13 for language
Genre:PURE AND TOTAL CRACK with some angst
Author's note: I posted the first three chapters of this a looooong time ago under a different name, if you read it you'll recognize it....i hope.
Chapter 4
Toris picked up the phone. His hands shook, if Ivan knew about this…
But by the time he learned the truth hopefully it would be too late. The Lithuanian dialed the number of the only person he believed could remedy the…situation.
Ring, ring, ring, click, “Hello,” someone answered, their mouth full.
“Alfred it’s me,” Toris took a deep breath, “I need a favor.”
“Toris is that you?” the American sounded surprised, “What is it, I’d be happy to help…”
“I-I…”was he really going to go through with this? Yes! He had to, it was the only way, “I think I need a hero.”
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Feliciano stared at the flowers, none of the arrangements seemed…good enough.”Take it away, all of it!” he commanded with a flourish. The Italian closed his eyes, how was this wedding ever going to be finished in time? There was still so much to do…
The large doors of the cathedral swung open to reveal Antonio smiling with a tomato in his hand. “How are the plans going?” he quickly crossed the isle to the altar where Feliciano stood. He wrapped his arms around his lover, “Well I hope?”
“Horribly, actually,” Feliciano smiled and turned around in Antonio’s arms. “I can’t even decide on a theme.” He noticed some watery blood trailing from the Spaniard’s lips to the bottom of his chin. He reached up to press his lips to the red trail. The taste of tomato juice floated through his mouth.
“That’s it!” Feliciano smiled.
“What?” Antonio looked puzzled.
“I found the theme!” Feliciano smiled, “Tomatoes!”
“Wha-what?” Antonio looked away.
“Come on! You love tomatos!” Feliciano cried happily,
“Please choose another one,” Antonio looked away, his eyes clouded.
“What? Why?” Feliciano looked at him perplexed.
“Just choose another one Feliciano!” Antonio snapped.
“B-but…”
“We can’t have that theme,” Antonio whispered, “tomatoes are all I have left from…that time…” his eyes watered, a tear spilled onto his cheek but he turned away to hide it.
Feliciano glared at his lover, trying to hold himself together with anger. Lovino, Lovino, Lovino, Lovino, Antonio knew that he was of limits. Besides, he shouldn’t be allowed to remember a former lover when he was engaged to his current one! It wasn’t fair!
“Another theme then,” Feliciano turned away and began flipping through fabric samples.
“Feliciano…” Antonio sighed.
“I think you should go,” Feliciano replied without turning around. The Spaniard gave one last glance to his bride, and left. Feliciano let the tears fall when his lover was gone. He was torn between grief…and something else.
Jealousy, whispered the tiny voice in his head.
“No,” Feliciano replied softly, “I don’t care about that…I don’t mind…”
But the little voice cried out I’m not Lovino!
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IM SUPOSED TO BE WRITING AN ESSAY ABOUT TENNIS AND I FIND THIS. THIS. THIS.
Tennis originated in France BTW :P
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and omg EPIC
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