Crash

11

Lovino woke up. It was dusk outside. They had been next to each other for at least three hours.

Antonio stirred. Lovino was leaning against his chest. They were cuddling against a fucking tree.

How much more fucking cliche could this get?

Lovino slowly got up and composed himself. He briefly considered leaving the Spaniard behind, but he decided against it.

"Oi, bastardo," He started, "We need to head back. It's almost dark."

Antonio stirred.

"Five more minutes, Lovi~" he whimpered.

"Get up you bastard, we still need to collect some food. People can't know what we did all day." Lovino anxiously murmured.

"Why not?" Antonio muttered as he started to get up.

"Cause I can't have people think that I'm gay." Lovino snapped.

"Oh, come on, is it that bad? You said yourself that your brother is gay." Antonio countered.

"Yeah, but he's been gay for a while. I can't be gay as well, it's his thing."

"Why not?" Antonio asked, emerald eyes enlarged in wonder.

"Just, because. I have a reputation at home, and I can't lose it. People already looked down on me for having him as a fratello, and I've had to work hard to get my repuatatiom, and I'm not losing it." Lovino droned.

"What if we're never rescued? What if we stay here forever?" Antonio queried.

"Of course we're getting rescued, stupid! Don't be so negative." Lovino snapped back.

"Hey hey, I'm not the negative one," Antonio started.

Lovino cut him off, "Don't you even think about insulting me. You don't want to know what I can do to you."

Antonio smirked seductively and grabbed his chin, "But you wouldn't, would you, mi tomate?"

Lovino was shook. The sweet Spaniard had been replaced with, well, this.

"I would and could. Leave me alone bastard. Grab some fruit on the way back, ok?" Lovino said as he pulled his chin away from the Spaniards grasp, blushing.

Antonio immediately returned to his normal, cheerful self.

"Ok Lovi~!" He cooed.

"Don't call me that." Lovino replied, subconsciously forgetting to say 'bastard".

Antonio noticed and smiled.

You will be mine, mi tomate.

"Hey Emil! Is our place all set up?" Leon asked.

Ever since they had been separated into their groups, the two new friends had decided to share a hut.

"Pass me another branch, then we'll be done. Did the Spanish person and the angry Italian come back with the food?" Emil asked.

"Yeah, they came back. We're lucky that this island is fertile. I brought us some fruit. I hope you like pineapples." Leon joked.

"I can live with it." Emil said smiling, "There, fine. Welcome home."

"It looks awesome, it almost like we're a married couple." Leon joked.

Emil blushed heavily. They weren't married, and it was a joke, so why did he feel like this?

"Heh, y-yeah." Emil stuttered back.

"Let's feast! I call half of everything!" Leon said, mango already in his mouth.

"God, who new that mangoes and pineapples and stuff grew on random islands? Lucky for us, right?" Emil said, grateful for the topic change.

He used a rock and hacked up the pineapple as the sun started setting in the crazy day the had all gone through.

They shared the meal and then went to sleep. Despite all of the careful work Emil went through to keep their place insulated, it was freezing.

"Emil? Are you cold?" Leon sat up and asked.

"Um, y-yeah, a bit." Emil shivered.

"C'mere." Leon motioned as he pulled Emil closer. Leon blushed.

"Heh, it's kind of funny. You're from Iceland, and you're cold."

"Shut up." Emil snapped.

Leon giggled and stayed silent. His eyes closed and he quickly fell asleep. Emil blushed at how close they were.

Without thinking, Emil quickly kissed Leon.

He put his hands to his face and blushed more profusely. He couldn't believe what he had just done.

He decided to go to sleep and forget about it, but he felt a hand push his hair aside. He looked back at Leon and his eyes were open.

"I didn't know you felt like that." Leon stated.

"I-i-uh, er,"

"Cause I feel the same way." Leon finished.

Their eyes met for a second before their lips met again.

Gilbert had finished building his 'hut' for lack of a better word.

He was sitting there, watching the sun rise. He hadn't slept a wink.

He was up all night thinking of Elizabeta. Today is Friday. No one had come to rescue them.

That meant that Eliza and Roderich were getting married today.

He scoffed. Everyone was pairing up to attend the wedding. Eliza and Francis were tiring themselves out planning and setting up for the big day.

Gill walked along the shore, shoes off, kicking the waves. He glared at the huts, separated into the three groups.

Within the groups, everyone shared a hut. It seemed that everyone had a 'partner' of sorts.

Antonio hung out with that little Italian brat, and Ludwig almost never left the other Italians side.

In the American group, Alfred was with the Japanese guy, Francis was with Arthur, and the criminal and the guard been spending a lot of time together.

How romantic, Gilbert thought.

Then there was the "Nordic" group. He met with a few of them, and they were all together too.

And, of course, Eliza was with the skeezbag, Roderich.

Gilbert kicked the waves again. He had to do something. He couldn't let this happen, at least without Eliza knowing how he felt.

He decided that he would tell Eliza while getting her ready for the wedding.

He was the maid of honour after all.

Sup guys, it's Zoe. So, I'm probably going to write a BNHA fic next. This will wrap up in the next two chapters.

Also, I'm going to start putting anime recommendations in my Author's Notes.

Today's recommendation: Darling in the Franxx.

That is all.