This is my 31-day OTP challenge for SpaMano. Each day in December, I will post a new chapter! It focuses on the college life of the characters Antonio and Lovino from Hetalia. Enjoy!
A/N//: Sorry. Here is yet another Author's note. I'm trying to make this as infrequent as possible. Just need to mention a few things about this chapter. I'm taking this from one of my other fanfictions, the Lovely Wounds. Yes. I'm cheating again. I am changing it around and such to fit this fic. It will probably be one of the longer chapters 'cause this was intended for a story that was longer. Hope you enjoy it. Happy reading.
WARNING: Yaoi and lemons! Skip if you don't want to read. Just an added bonus for the chapter. Unimportant.
Chapter 12: At a Party
Saturday, October 31, 2015
It was Halloween, and his bastard boyfriend would not leave him alone. Antonio had insisted that, for the first time in several years, Lovino should dress up for the holiday. He had protested the idea up and down, back and forth, but he never seemed to win. Not against that adamant Spaniard. He never seemed to get out of those crazy schemes. The sun was setting. The daylight was coming to an end. Lovino and Antonio had spent a long, eventful day together. They had walked around the city, fingers linked. And when Antonio wanted to try something crazy - something like trick-or-treating throughout the dorm rooms - Lovino agreed without argument. He knew that he had no choice, not when there was free candy involved. They had spent their day well, but now came the part that Lovino had been dreading.
Antonio pulled up to a large house, parking across the street. They had pulled up to what Antonio had referred to as 'Casa Bonnefoy'. Francis was having his annual Halloween party, and according to Antonio, they couldn't miss it. Lovino would have preferred to stay home, but he couldn't. He would have felt horrible for leaving Antonio alone. Hell, he wouldn't just feel bad for leaving him alone, he'd feel jealous because of what he decided to wear. When they walked around campus, Antonio had worn his Spain costume from the convention. He had gone home to change last minute, though. What he came out wearing left Lovino dumbstruck.
Antonio said it was someone called Dr. Frankenfurter? He couldn't be sure. Hell, he didn't want to be sure. His boyfriend had used a wash out black dye in his naturally curly brown hair. He had painted his face with a pale color. His eyes were caked in dark purple and black makeup. And his lips - the lips Lovino loved to kiss - were covered in red lipstick. That wasn't even the worst of it all. He wore a fucking corset! A CORSET. And black underwear. They weren't boxers either. They were tight and hugged him in all of the places Lovino didn't want others seeing. He also had on fishnets attached to the underwear by garter belts. And fucking high heels. Tall ones, to be exact. Lovino wanted to kill him. He really did. He didn't understand how his boyfriend felt comfortable wearing that, especially with the pearl necklace around his throat.
Antonio called himself a 'sweet transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania'. Lovino simply gaped at him.
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Interupting. This would be Antonio if he were dress as Dr. Frank N Furter. Cause perfection.
Lovino, on the other hand, dressed modestly. He had gone with 1920s mafia. He had a fedora and everything. He had even managed to slick back all of his hair aside from that pesky curl. It was perfect. He wasn't showing off nearly as much skin as Antonio was.
