Hate- RomaNora (IDK Drabble #3)

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This is actually longer than my other two drabbles. ._.

Welp, enjoy

Don't kill me nora-chan ;-;

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I hate him.

I don't know why but I hate him.

He is indeed more spineless than his twin brother; at least he has Ludwig to take care of his lazyass.

Feliciano was at least kind and sweet.

While I got stuck with the asshole one. As if right on cue, he groans on his sober spot on the worn out couch, the prick was called in drunk but I would've gotten away and spend the rest of my pre-Christmas days in hope playing games.

He and Antonio were in a bar that I happened to pass by from the convenience store then suddenly, the Spanish busted out the two glass doors carrying a cursing Italian. One saw her and he immediately got me into their messed up problems.

Lovino didn't like Antonio's company at all, as he was yelling beside me on the passenger seat. I tried to NOT punch him...TRIED. I kept on growling, the tan-skinned driver could sense my distress, his eyes catching mine through the mirror.

He was too drunk to even care about my personal space, leaning onto me continuously but it could be because of the rocky road or his mind, setting down to a level wherein u can't use your own arms and legs right.

Antonio demanded me to stay with him, pushing me a bag of essentials for this situation and left me in the washed-up douche's home.

I looked around the plain living room; it's a pig's den. With messy clothes all over the floor, a small TV and a small coffee table with cigars and unknown shit I don't want to touch. I don't want to over detail; I have better shit to do. But it wouldn't help to just control him from destroying anything.

I pick up more trash from the ground, carrying around a large white cellophane. He groans again, rolling over facing my direction. His hair ruffles around, his curl looping up along with his arm supporting his head.

He snores lightly, a snot escapes his nostril, he sniffs putting it back up again.

Lovino...looks cute that way...

But seriously, that was gross.

I finished picking up trash and was going to send it to the chute found on the end of the apartment hallway. I passed by him to push him lightly so he won't fall. But suddenly, he clasps on my wrist, pulling me lightly close to his face.

He smells like shit.

"Let go of me Lovino." I growl, struggling a bit. I got scared looking at his copper eyes a bit.

"D-Don't leave m-me..." He grogs out, choking a bit. I need to get him water.

"You will die if you don't let me go give you water..." Lovino pauses, but his grip never weakened. "I'm ggng---okay..." He sounds like he's gurgling out water. Then he suddenly leans forward, pulling me to sit down near his legs as he hugged me.

Lovino fucking Vargas is hugging me.

"Please stay..." He whispers and he shakes.

He looks like a child. Which he still is.

I do hate him.

I hate the fact that I hate him up to know.

I hate the fact I didn't knew he was drunk because of his problems, problems about being overshadowed by his brother.

I hate about not being there for him when I knew he stuck up with me every time we see each other.

I hate him.



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