Love Hurts

Trouble

Lovino. A tall, handsome Italian with a reputation. This was his Manor. Well, His and his brother's. He cherished this place with a passion. He loved the home as much as he loved his little brother. Boy, would he be pissed if something happened to the Manor.

Lovino made his way into the main room, feeling himself stiffen up as he looked at the same walls he had lived in years before. Everything had changed - aside from the building. Feliciano.. really did always know how to put on a show, didn't he?

The Italian sat down on the couch closest to the end of the second floor, trying to take in everything that just happened.

Once everything processed, his mind immediately went to that man.. the one that brought him back. What was his name? Lance? Yeah, it was Lance. His cheeks were coated with a bright pink, and a small smile stretched across his face. He felt high. So incredibly high. But.. he wasn't really high. Was he? He felt high. Did he look high? Fuck.

A loud thumping occurred across the manor, the sound of footsteps becoming more clear. The Fernández brothers ran their way into the Main Room, clearly something up. Lance smirked while whipping out a gun from his holster, firing shots at his brother.

Lovino jumped up from his seat, staring with wide eyes as he watched this go down. Oh shit oh fuck-! He panicked, hiding behind a chair.

Watching Lance run up the stairs, Carlos pulled a throwing knife from his pocket, aiming it towards his brother before perfectly throwing and pinning the oldest against the wall.

"Gah-!" Lance jolted back and slammed against the wall slightly, quickly aiming his gun at his brother and firing a shot. Quickly, Carlos dodged the bullet. "You got fast, Brother!" Lance called out to Carlos. This however, was the last straw for Lovino. Jumping up, the Italian storms in between the two.

"Are you out of your minds?!" He screeched, almost on the verge of pulling hair from his head. "You're only supposed to do this outside!" Lovino hissed. The two brothers stared at each other as Lance pulls the knife from his shirt and walking back down the stairs. Shaking his head in disappointment, Lovino placed his hands on his hips. "I could just make you both sleep outside, however I'm nice. So I won't do that. But consider it a warning, And fix my damn wall!"

The brothers looked at each other and nodded hesitantly. "Yes sir." They both said in sync. Just then, a familiar noise echoed throughout the main room, the blond haired woman walking in. She glares over at the three, an angry expression plastered on her face. Lance looked over and snickered as he saw the look on Lovino's face, Whistling. "I'm not gonna lie- I wanna piss you off more often, it's hot" Carlos then slapped him upside the head "Pensé que te gustaba Luka?" He asked, staring. "¡ambos están calientes!" Lance shot back, huffing slightly. "Fair enough." Carlos replied.

Luka had been standing there for a while now. She sighs and raises a brow, turning back around. "I swear... I can't have another Carlos walk around this place..." she mumbled before heading back up the stairs.

Lance and Carlos watched her leave before staring at each other before Carlos bolted for it somewhere else. In the meantime, Lance turned his head at Lovino before winking at him. "Hasta luego, chico amante." He called before chasing his brother.

Lovino didn't quite understand what he said, but his face turned red. Shaking his head, he stomps a bit and crosses his arms. He's just a fuck boy... He thought.

Right?