Feliciano called everyone to dinner while Ludwig set the table. After the dishes were on the table Alfred and Lovino sat next to each other since the opposite sides were occupied by the couple.
Alfred took a bite of the pasts and looked up, his eyes wide.
"Dude! This is so good! Do you all cook this well?" He looked at Feli, then Ludwig, then at Lovino, half expecting an answer from at least one of them.
Lovi nodded, "Yes, I hate to admit it, but the Potato loving bastard can cook too."
He chuckled at Lovino's slight insult and then continued eating. He was scarfing down his meal, but soon realized everyone was staring at him.
"What?" he asked, a mouthful of pasta stifling his words.
"It's nothing, we are just not used to having Americans visit us." Ludwig said rolling his eyes.
Al looked over to Feli who watched him nervously, "Oh, Ludwig. That was rude." Feli told Ludwig to apologize to Al, but he kept speaking.
"Americans are all obese and have diabetes! You have no filter and think you're entitled to everything and everybody!" Ludwig's words are so ironic Alfred almost laughed.
"Ludwig!" Feli gasped, he wasn't used to seeing his boyfriend like this.
"So what? If the bastard wants to be an asshole, let him." Lovino said, walking to the couch. He had barely touched his food.
"Don't defend him Lovi."
"I'm not. I'm just telling you, people have the right to tell others what they think, Feli. "
"Lovi!"
"Fuck off, Fratello. I don't give a shit about your dumb ass boyfriend or your dumb ass American friend. " He plopped down on the couch, flipping his brother off.
Feli got up, storming into his room, Ludwig following after him.
Alfred looked around awkwardly, not knowing what to do. He stared at his food, which was almost finished, zoning out.
Al was oblivious to everything as he didn't even realize Lovino had moved from the couch to sit next to Al, bringing him out of his trance when he put a hand on Alfred's shoulder.
"Hey, I'm sorry about what I said, I didn't mean it, I just have a reputation to keep." Lovino smiled sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
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No Regrets. Just Love//romerica
FanfictionLovino Vargas had recently broken up with his boyfriend Antonio when he met Alfred F. Jones (the F stands for Freedom btw). The American changed his life dramatically, but cheating, denial, and self loathing may change the way the Italian thinks abo...