Your perfect imperfections [An angel!Spamano fanfic]

[ 11 : Drunken Chaos ]

He laid on the floor.
All alone with nobody.
The loneliness struck him.
He suddenly sobbed.
Where was she?
Why did she leave?
Was it my fault?
He barely touched the food they gave him.
"If you don't eat then you're going to die." One of the guards said.
"So be it." He spat
[ ... ]
Lovino sat across from Antonio.
"Hey Toni," he gulped.
"Yeah." The Spaniard lit up at the sound of his voice.
"You know what we didn't do?"
"What?"
"What we have, it didn't unravel slowly like, like those cliché-y romance movies."
"Well, that's because life is too short for love to unravel slowly, you have to catch things before they disappear. So is it a bad thing?"
Lovino smiled.
"No."
"Oh! You two are the cutest things I've ever seen!" Francis cooed.
"SHUT UP!"
"But why mi ami? You two make the perfect les amoureux."
"Make the perfect what?" The Italian raised an eyebrow in confused.
"Lovers." Antonio whispered.
Lovino burned five different shades of red.
"wHAT?!" Lovino sat up and almost punched Francis.
He froze in his place, "Can you stop with the violence, goddamn." Gilbert's eyes glowed neon blue.
He unfroze Lovino and he fell down.
"What is even happening in my life?"
Alfred swung upside down and faced the Italian.
"Well it's simple,"
"HOLY FUCK!"
Antonio snickered.
"WHERE DO YOU BASTARDS EVEN COME FROM?!"
"No one knows! Angels come from heaven and demons come from hell. Well at least that's what the bible and stuff says, my eyes burn whenever I read it." Alfred ranted. (I don't know shit about the bible and where angels and demons come from, I'm Jewish)
Arthur came in with black burnt muffins.
"I made something for you guys to eat." He smiled.
"You expect us to eat pieces of coal...?" Lovino asked.
The Brit's smile shattered, he shook.
"THESE ARE BLOODY MUFFINS YOU GIT!" He attacked the Italian.
"Well I'm sorry that you're horrible at cooking!" Lovino spat.
Antonio stared the the commotion, no one was really going to hurt anyone so he didn't worry.
Roderich got in the middle of Arthur and Lovino, "Stop fighting!" He yelled.
Alfred laughed hysterically with Gilbert.
Feliciano walked in with Ludwig and a cake.
"FELI HELP ME THESE PEOPLE ARE INSANE!!"
Feliciano slowly backed out of the room.
Ludwig crackled his knuckles and everyone stopped, they all separated and acted like nothing happened.
"Did you see the latest Doctor Who episode yesterday?" The Brit gave fake smiled.
"I'm not interested in your stupid British shows, asshole." The Italian growled with a smile plastered on his face.
Silent tension started between them, they traded glares here and there.
"Oh yeah, you guys aren't in a house." Gilbert coughed.
Everyone blinked, they were suddenly in a bar.
"Okay. I've lost it, please take me to the looney bin."
A very tall man popped up from behind the bar counter.
"Ah!" Lovino screamed shortly in surprise.
"No need to fret, it's just me." The tall man had a thick Russian accent, he had a smile sent a chill down Lovino's spine.
"This is Ivan." Alfred introduced him to everyone.
Ivan had cold, violet eyes and beige colored hair. He wore a long, pinkish scarf around his neck.
"Does the scarf come off?" Kiku popped out of nowhere and asked.
Ivan gave a firm 'no'.
"What do you mean 'no'?" Lovino raised an eyebrow.
"It's apart of my body. I would be most sad if you don't believe me because I would never lie." A dark aura surrounded the Russian.
Maybe that's why he was so scary to Lovino, his stare gave him dark thoughts.
"Now!" Ivan clapped his hands.
"What would you like?" He smiled.
[ ... ]
Yao was drunkly yelling at Kiku, who didn't really mind because he was smart enough to stay sober.
Lovino couldn't get Ivan's stare off of his mind.
"What's wrong?" Antonio asked, only slightly drunk.
"Oh! Nothing, just..." He thought about the things that Ivan could do to him if he was angered, Lovino shuddered.
"You know," Alfred barged in, holding a half-empty bottle of bourbon.
"Ivon is a noice guy! He's just a bit spoppy. It's okie if he gives ya the creps," the American took a swig of the bourbon.
"he's tootally fine with that." He chuckled.
"I feel like Arthur should be stopping you but..." The Italian looked at the Brit yelling at Francis with 5 empty bottles of rum.
Francis quickly went through a bottle of wine, empty wine glasses surrounded him. (Francis is a tired drunk)
"I feel like I should leave." Lovino eyed the room full of drunks with only two sober people, him being one of them.
"You're fine..." Antonio smiled.
The Italian didn't notice him, he listened to the conversation Ivan and Feliciano had.
"So, why is your scarf pink?" Feli asked.
"You see, I used to smite my enemies back in Russia. My scarf used to be white until it was covered in blood and unfortunately, the blood wouldn't wash out..." He took a swig of vodka straight from the bottle.
Lovino turned pale, he gulped.
Everyone was listening to his stories, caught in a trance. It was probably Ivan's heavy accent, the more vodka he drank, the harder it was to understand him. Ivan ended up speaking Russian but everybody was still holding onto every word.
Kiku rolled his eyes, he walked over to Lovino.
"I say we take a run for it." Lovino suggested.
"No, they'll kill themselves if we leave them alone." Kiku objected.
The two cleaned up the bottles, everyone went down like flies.
Kiku and Lovino drove them to their houses and dropped them off.
[ ... ]
Lovino stayed by Antonio's side until morning.
The Spaniard woke up, he screeched in pain.
"Oooowwww!! I don't even remember drinking that much!" He hissed.
"That's what everyone else said." The Italian sighed and flipped a page in his book.
"Please don't tell me I didn't do anything regretful last night." Antonio covered his face with his hands.
"You all stayed in the same room, you'd probably be waking up in jail if Kiku and I didn't keep you inside."
"Was it that bad?"
Lovino chuckled, "You were flirting with a wall."
"Oh Dios mío!" He groaned.
"Can we please forget about it?" Antonio hid his face in his pillow.
Lovino didn't listen, he hummed a tune.
"She's the tear in my heart~" Antonio smiled.
"I'm alive"
They both laughed.
The Spaniard got up and grabbed the Italian, their fingers intertwined.
"Sometimes you gotta bleedin know,"
"That you're alive and have a soul."
Antonio swung him around.
"But it takes someone to come around! To show you how,"
"She's the tear in my heart!"
Antonio held him close.
"Your singing is lovely." He complimented.
Lovino blushed, "No it's not!" He looked away.
"Of course it is."
Antonio attacked his neck.
"Oh my god!" Lovino held in a laugh.
"STOP!" He screamed, laughing.
They both fell.
"Get off me, bastard!" The Italian kept laughing.
The Spaniard picked him up, "Remember when I used to do this?" He smiled.
"Yeah, and you still do."
"You know what I should do more?"
"What-"
Antonio attacked his neck again, Lovino laughed until his eyes widened.
"Oh."
He flushed red, "Hahaha...Antonio you can stop now."
"No." The Spaniard said firmly, his eyes a darker shade of green.
"Well then..." Lovino smirked.
Antonio pushed him up against a wall and kissed him.
Lovino broke the kiss and chuckled, he laughed out loud. Antonio stood there, confused.
"I'm sorry, I just wouldn't imagine you doing this."
The Spaniard's sparkling green eyes lit up, he gave a big, bright smile.
He swung the Italian around, still carrying him.
[ ... ]
They went over to the lonely hill with the single tree.
Lovino gasped, his dark brown eyes sparkled.
The single tree bloomed with a million golden flowers, the petals dropped everywhere.
He spun around the tree, the petals slowly dancing and dropping into his hair.
Antonio watched, he chuckled and walked over to Lovino.
The Spaniard grabbed his hand, they stared into each other's eyes for what felt like a decade.
Antonio wrapped his arms around Lovino, he held him close and placed a kiss on his forehead.
"I love you." He cooed.
Lovino stayed quiet, he felt heavy in Antonio's arms.
"Do you really? Somebody stupid, stubborn, childish, and boring like me? Do you really love me?" He choked.
"Well of course. You're the most wonderful person I've ever met!" The Spaniard smiled.
"Your damned smile makes me want to scream." Lovino said, ignoring his heart, which was beating twice as fast.

Hehe, sorry I didn't actual add the yaoi. I only write nsfw when I know it's to myself or I'll get anxious and end up deleting the whole story, because that has happened.
-Ami-Chan