[OOC] Fic: Michael Jackson!Spain and Lovino
s-sob DAMNIT LOVINO! ONCE THIS TOPIC CAME UP IT WOULD NOT LEAVE ME ALONE!
It had been a long, hard day. Lovino, exhausted by all the work his boss made him do ( did his brother really need that much help?), welcomed nothing more than just going home and getting a good night's sleep, knowing that he'll have to wake up early in the morning, ready to do whatever else he had to do. After eating a crappy dinner of leftover pizza (covered with green peppers...but to be honest, he could not remember if the peppers were originally green) and taking a nice, hot shower, Lovino crawled into bed.
He had only been resting for a couple of minutes when he heard the creak of hid bedroom door opening. He thought noting of it, he was far to used to Feliciano sneaking into his house in the middle of the night due to some strange, bad dream he had, often times crawling into bed with Lovino, which would result in Lovino kicking him out of the bed, complaining that he smelled too much like that perverted German and that he if wants to stay, he should sleep in the guest room. His suspicions were confirmed when he felt the added pressure on his bed. Lovino gave his brother ten seconds, enough time for Feliciano to retell his scary dream, but that never happened, all that happened was that Lovino felt a pair of arms running themselves up his chest and a voice whisper into his ear.
"My, how my little boy has grown into such a big, strong man~"
Now that was different.
Lovino scrambled to get the hell out of that person's grasp. He managed to do so and turned on his bedside lamp. All that Lovino saw was Antonio lying there, with a stupid grin on his face, looking like something out of a Michael Jackson video.
Scratch that, he looked just like Michael Jackson himself.
"What the hell are you doing here?! In the middle of the night! IN MY BED?!"
"I just wanted to show you my costume for Alfred's costume party!"
Lovino took a deep breath and calmly said, "You have 5 seconds to get the hell out of my bed and out of my house."
"But you don't want to see the costume I got you?"
"...5..."
"See, what I..."
"...4..."
"...was thinking was..."
"...3..."
"...that we could go in..."
"...2..."
"...in matching costumes..."
"...1..."
"...what do you think?"
The only answer that Antonio got was a punch to the face.
The next day, Francis visited Antonio at his house and was surprised to see his brother battered and bruised, "What happened to you?"
"Well, I took your advice..."
"And it didn't work?"
"No! And that's not even the worst part!"
"What could be worse?!"
"Lovi ripped my costume and now I can't get my deposit back!"
At that instant, Francis felt like smashing his head through the the nearest wall.
-fin
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It had been a long, hard day. Lovino, exhausted by all the work his boss made him do ( did his brother really need that much help?), welcomed nothing more than just going home and getting a good night's sleep, knowing that he'll have to wake up early in the morning, ready to do whatever else he had to do. After eating a crappy dinner of leftover pizza (covered with green peppers...but to be honest, he could not remember if the peppers were originally green) and taking a nice, hot shower, Lovino crawled into bed.
He had only been resting for a couple of minutes when he heard the creak of hid bedroom door opening. He thought noting of it, he was far to used to Feliciano sneaking into his house in the middle of the night due to some strange, bad dream he had, often times crawling into bed with Lovino, which would result in Lovino kicking him out of the bed, complaining that he smelled too much like that perverted German and that he if wants to stay, he should sleep in the guest room. His suspicions were confirmed when he felt the added pressure on his bed. Lovino gave his brother ten seconds, enough time for Feliciano to retell his scary dream, but that never happened, all that happened was that Lovino felt a pair of arms running themselves up his chest and a voice whisper into his ear.
"My, how my little boy has grown into such a big, strong man~"
Now that was different.
Lovino scrambled to get the hell out of that person's grasp. He managed to do so and turned on his bedside lamp. All that Lovino saw was Antonio lying there, with a stupid grin on his face, looking like something out of a Michael Jackson video.
Scratch that, he looked just like Michael Jackson himself.
"What the hell are you doing here?! In the middle of the night! IN MY BED?!"
"I just wanted to show you my costume for Alfred's costume party!"
Lovino took a deep breath and calmly said, "You have 5 seconds to get the hell out of my bed and out of my house."
"But you don't want to see the costume I got you?"
"...5..."
"See, what I..."
"...4..."
"...was thinking was..."
"...3..."
"...that we could go in..."
"...2..."
"...in matching costumes..."
"...1..."
"...what do you think?"
The only answer that Antonio got was a punch to the face.
The next day, Francis visited Antonio at his house and was surprised to see his brother battered and bruised, "What happened to you?"
"Well, I took your advice..."
"And it didn't work?"
"No! And that's not even the worst part!"
"What could be worse?!"
"Lovi ripped my costume and now I can't get my deposit back!"
At that instant, Francis felt like smashing his head through the the nearest wall.
-fin
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