Definitely, Maybe (Hetalia Fanfic)

Chapter Seventeen

Lovino woke up suddenly, staring at the vacant part of his king-sized mattress. Why was his bed so large again? Wondered the Italian. His memory slowly started to crawl back to him; right, Alfred wanted a big bed since he, the stupid American hero, moves way too much in his damn sleep, that's right. "Fuuuck." The brunet swore and flipped over, fixing his gaze over at his alarm clock, displaying 3:45am in bright, neon red. He didn't get much sleep when he was alone, which made him hate the night. Normally, nighttime would be the ideal time for Lovino, not anymore. He sat up and flung his legs off the comfort of his bed and stood up. God was the floor cold, and lifeless. It reminded the Italian of one of those idiotic vampire movies with no plot or any drama that the American hoarded in his little armoire in the living room. Ah, good times.

Lovino started to walk over to the kitchen to fix himself a somewhat midnight snack; something he could occupy his mind with, so it wouldn't just remind Lovino how horrible he is without the presence of his beloved Alfred. Ugh, how that word made Lovino cringe a bit, 'beloved', don't get him wrong, he loved the loud, obnoxious American to death, but the word made him cringe. "Alright, so," The Italian decided to talk to himself to fill the silence up. "Tomatoes," He opened the fridge and grabbed himself a tomato and other ingredients needed to make a decent sandwich. "Bread, lettuce..."

"Papa talks to himself way too often." Lovino slammed the fridge door when he was startled by his son's voice. Well, that was new. Luca normally was a deep sleeper... So Lovino thought. "Luca, what the hell?! Why are you up?"

"I heard your feet making rain noises," Replied the smaller Italian-American as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Papa's loud person."

"Go to bed," Lovino ordered and put his ingredients on the table before he placed his hands on his hips to show he was in control; which he knew only made him look more funny to his small, very bright kid. "It's late."

"I should say the same to you."

"Sassing me isn't going to get you anywhere," Lovino walked over and picked Luca up, boo-ing his son's little button-like nose in the process. "Alright? You've seen that I'm awake. I'm heading to bed right after I eat."

"What'cha eating?" Luca questioned, probably prolonging his sleep. If there was one thing this kid was good at was easily changing subjects. Lovino mentally noted not to teach the damn rascal anymore tricks. "Uh, I was in the process of making a sandwich." Replied Lovino, playing along with Luca's charade. He placed Luca on the countertop before he started to fix up his sandwich. "While you're making that Papa, can you tell me about what happened?"

"Fine." Lovino said with a sigh. "I guess so."

"You don't look happy, Papa." Luca pointed out. He poked Lovino's cheek. "Was it bad?"

"You could say that," The older Italian mumbled, not finding the sandwich he had made that appealing to him anymore. His memories started to spin in his head again. "It was a pretty, uh, brutal verbal fight between us."

"How bad?"

"It's not something for you to know." Lovino replied with a small smile. He ruffled Luca's hair, not touching his cowlick. "You're too young.."

"Young?! You fucking kidding?!"

"Luca." Lovino sighed and had to stop himself from facepalming. Guess teaching Luca not to swear was tough. "I'll tell you a bit of what happened if you don't swear."

"Deal." Luca nodded and kept his swearing down to a minimum. "Now tell me, Papa!"

"Alright," Lovino huffed and opened his safe of memories he didn't want to relive at the back of his brain. "It was a really bad verbal fight. I kinda... went out, got drunk and maybe fooled around with the women there, something like that, and I came home, lipstick all over my body, and he was just sitting there, staring at me with those beautiful blue eyes of his, but all puffy and teary eyed," Lovino could picture it all over again. His lover was staring at him once again, in the way he never wanted to see him, sad; it broke his heart all over again. "All I could do was watch. I did have the energy in me to fight back. Alfred was there, telling me off and... I couldn't do anything."

"Woah..." Luca looked up at his Papa, kind of awestruck. "I didn't know it was that bad."

"It's okay, Luca." Lovino managed to smile a bit; he didn't want Luca to worry much about him. "It's all okay."

"Did you... ever try to reach him?" Luca asked, thinking of the most logical answer. Lovino nodded his head, when Alfred had left, he used every method he could think of, twice. "Do you know where Daddy lives?"

"I think so?" Lovino pulled out his phone and clicked on his text messaging app, deciding to ask some people he knew just to confirm. "I mean, he probably moved somewhere else, but hopefully he hasn't."

"Before we go... Do I know the people you talked about in your story?" Luca asked, kinda sidetracking his Papa a bit. "Yeah, you do. Tonio is your Uncle Antonio," Lovino swore he saw Luca make a slight face. "Artie is your Daddy's old friend.

"What the hell!!" Luca screamed and picked up a pillow, he started to smack his Papa with it. Lovino guessed that the big reveal wasn't much exciting as Luca thought it would be. "Gross!!"

"Shut up."

Lovino picked Luca up and carried him into their vehicle, plopping the little Italian-American in his blue booster seat in the back of the seats of his four seater car. He then started to buckle Luca in properly, making sure it was tight enough so the little tike wouldn't fly off the seat, if ever. "Stay still, alright? We're gunna go find Daddy.."

"Does Daddy live far?" Luca asked, pulling the map out of Lovino's coat pocket. He then looked around and found a big, red sharpie circle. "That looks far."

"That's cause you're looking at it wrong," Lovino folded the map up and pointed to, roughly, where they resided. "We're here and Daddy's here." He pointed to the sharpie circle. "It's a few minute drive, actually."

"How long is a few minutes?"

"Probably thirty, and don't ask how much thirty is, Luca. We're losing time." Lovino closed the passenger car door and slipped into his seat in the driver's position, buckling in his seat belt, so that he was safe. He was all set to make it to Alfred's and, this time, talk to him properly, explain his part and, hopefully bring him home.