Holiday (SpaMano with lil bits of GerIta, USUK, PruHun, and platonic RoMerica.)

1 - Fratello

It had been almost a year now since the moment I confessed to Antonio, the personification of Spain, and he accepted my feelings. Since then, we had started dating, and did eventually have our first time.

Being a couple with Antonio did mean, however, that I spent less time with my brother.

"God, when's he gonna get here, dammit...it's already been more than half a fucking hour."

I flopped down on my bed, and stared at the bare ceiling. My younger brother, Feliciano, was apparently coming over to my house, because "veee, veee, he missed his big bro" and blahblahblah all that shit. Not like I cared.

I mean, I do. He's my brother.

Now if only he didn't act like a 5 year old piece of shit.

At the moment, while I was waiting like some sort of damsel in distress, my boyfriend, Antonio, was downstairs, setting up the house for Feliciano. No matter how much I told him that Feli wouldn't care, he shunned me and told me that my idiot brother was our "guest" and that we should make ourselves and the house presentable.

Which was totally bullshit, of course. Although, I'm actually relieved that it's just Feliciano and not that son of a bitch-potato-sucking-bastard-boyfriend of his, Germany.

God, I hate that guy.

If I were to write about all the things I hated about Feliciano's boyfriend, I would literally be able to create a modern-day bible. Yes, that's right. A bible, and I'd call the first chapter...hmm...ah, yes...

Ahem.

(No, the title of the first chapter isn't "ahem", you gullible bastard!! How fucking stupid would that be?)

..."THE TEN COMMANDMENTS OF WHY YOU MUST HATE GERMANY"!!!!!!

Oh my god.

I'm a FUCKING GENIUS.

I rolled around on my bed, dying of laughter. I didn't care that I was laughing. First of all, it was for an incredibly good reason. Second, Antonio was still downstairs and wouldn't hear a thing.

"Lovi?"

...

...OH FUCK.

I threw the covers on, hiding most of myself. I didn't care if I looked like a fucking hobo. I needed space, dammit.

Anyway, I hobbled over to the door and slowly creaked it open, making some shallow as fuck eye contact with him and his emerald eyes.

I quietly cleared my throat, and spoke in a raspy tone.

"Who goes there," I muttered, still looming while creepily eyeing him. He chuckled.

"And who might you be?" he asked, playing along. I stifled a laugh, and hid my smile.

"It's uhh, Fuck Face," I replied. Toni grinned.

"Well, Fuck Face, I think you'd better come downstairs," he replied. "There's something you have to take care of."

I groaned. "Don't wanna," I said, finally giving in and losing the covers. I fell to the ground as if I were some sort of slimy creature, and Antonio swooped in to catch me. He sighed.

"Well, Lovi, if you don't want to take care of it, I guess I'll have to. Be right back." Antonio kissed me on the forehead, and walked off.

...Huh?

Whatever. Not my problem. I'm gonna go read some of that shit Japan recommended for me. Apparently it's called "manga". What is that? Is it food? Something that has to do with food? I don't fucking know, so I guess I will now.