“Fratello! Please will you come?”
“What the hell, bastardo? Where are you even going?”
“The supermarket~”
“Are you kidding me? I’m not going to the fucking supermarket!”
“But, fratelloooooooo~ I’ll make some yummy pasta with tomatoes if you do come~”
Lovino glared in the direction he thought his brother was and crossed his arms.
“Fine. But make sure there are lots of tomatoes in it!”
“Si~”
~~~~Time-Skip~~~~
“Ooh, little Lovino. How are you?” Lovino heard a familiar voice purr in his ear.
“Peverted bastard! Get away from me!” He exclaimed trying to get away from the voice but he instead fell right into the other man’s arms.
“Ohonhonhonhonhon~ You’re so cute, non?”
“Big brother Francis!” Lovino wiggled out of the Frenchman’s arms and found a wall, leaning on it to catch his breath while Feliciano and Francis talked. After a couple of minutes Lovino re-joined the conversation and made his way over to the two other men.
“Oi, idiota. Aren’t we meant to be shopping?”
“Vee~ Fratello! It’s terrible!”
“Arrgh, what happened now?”
“My roommate Antonio, you remember his, non? Well, he has come down with a terrible cold and he has been stuck in bed for a couple of days now. The whole apartment reeks of sickness and I just had to get out of there but I thought I should buy some ingredients to make him some delicious soup.”
“How the hell did that bastardo even get sick?”
“He came back a couple nights ago drenched from the rain. And he wasn’t wearing his jacket even though I remember he left with it.”
“J-Jacket?!” Lovino exclaimed in surprise.
“Oui, why? Is something wrong?”
“N-No! L-Let’s go, fratello.”
“But I want to keep talking to big brother Francis!”
“Dammit, Feliciano! Let’s go!”
