Lovino’s cane tapped on the concrete ground as he walked next to his younger brother. The older Italian tried his best to keep out the sound of the traffic and his younger brother talking. He really didn’t want to be here, he would much rather be at home cooking pasta and listening to the radio.
Suddenly a small hand wrapped itself around his upper arm and pulled him back. Lovino’s eyes widened behind his dark sunglasses as he heard a truck pass right in front of him and the gust of wind that followed.
“Fratello! Are you alright? You nearly walked in front of that truck!”
Lovino shrugged his brother’s hand off and continued walking. He could feel his heart beating faster than normal and he did his best to regulate his breathing. “I’m fine, idiota! Just thinking…”
“Veee~ alright. But please be more careful.”
“Stupid! I should be telling you that! You’re the clumsy one, little brother.” Feliciano let out a little chuckle and they continued walking towards their destination.
This time though Lovino payed attention to his surroundings. But, he tried focusing on the sound of the traffic instead of Feliciano babbling on about his friends.
~~~~Time-Skip~~~~
“Maybe they just don’t want to come and so there is no purpose for us to be here.”
“Veee~ Of course they want to come! We are just early!” Lovino could just hear the grin playing on Feliciano’s lips.
“What do you mean we are early? How early are we?”
“Half an hour!”
“What the fuck, fratello! Why the hell are we half an hour early? You fucking bastardo! I hate you so much!” Feliciano just smiled as his older brother yelled at him, already used to his brother act like this.
“Veee~ Fratello, Ludwig doesn’t like it when I’m late!”
“Who gives a fuck what the potato sucking bastard thinks? Doesn’t mean we have to be half an hour early!”
An older man came up to the table and looked sternly at Lovino. “Excuse me, sir? You are causing a disturbance in this café. If you aren’t quieter we will have to throw you out.” Lovino pouted and tilted his head down so it looked like he was staring at his lap.
“Stupid bastardo… Wanting to throw out a blind man.” The older Italian muttered under his breath.
After a while the bell above the café rung numerous times and Lovino felt Feliciano stand up beside him.
“Francis!”
“Bonjour mon cher. How are you? I haven’t seen you for such a long time!” Feliciano giggled as the Frenchman sat beside Lovino.
“I’m good, Francis! How are you?”
“I’m marvellous!”
Lovino felt an arm wrap around his shoulders and the smell of roses told him it was Francis.
“And how are you, mon ami?” Francis purred in Lovino’s ear.
Lovino tried his best to push the Frenchman away. “Piss off, pervert!” The smaller man snarled.
“Kesesesesesesese~ You are still as feisty as ever!” Lovino heard Gilbert laugh on the other side of the table. But the albino wasn’t directly in front of him instead in front of Francis. While Gilbert’s younger brother, Ludwig, was facing Feliciano on the other side of Francis.
Lovino just sat silently in his seat as he listened to the others catching up with each other’s lives. The Italian felt quite unnerved as he felt a pair of eyes on him then entire time. It really annoyed him that he could feel the stare coming from right in front of him yet he didn’t know who was sitting there. He felt his right eye twitch which was covered by his dark sunglasses.
