“Just leave Ludwig alone, Lovino!” Feliciano shouted, his normally dancing eyes now filled with equal parts tears and raw, unadulterated rage.
“What did you go and hit me for, Feliciano?” Lovino shouted back. “I’m-a just telling you the truth!”
Feliciano, displaying strength he didn’t even know he had, slammed Lovino down on the table and proceeded to start slapping him across the face.
“Don’t... ever... talk... about... my... friend... like... that... again!” Each word was accentuated by a blow to the elder brother’s face while the German just stood there in shock that his friend, the cowardly, pasta loving weakling, had become so aggressive, and towards his own brother at that.
“Feliciano, stop it!” Lovino sounded scared now.
“No, you stop it!” The younger’s voice rose to a shrill pitch. “Just stop with your insults and your mean comments! Leave Ludwig alone!”
Lovino struggled to pry off the hand that held him down to the table, but the fingers just curled painfully into his chest.
“Come on, Feliciano!” he yelled. “See, it’s-a so obvious that he did something to you because you’ve never acted like this before!”
This time, he got a punch in the stomach, and he groaned in pain while his younger brother continued to scream at him.
“No! Ludwig didn’t do this to me! You did by always shooting me down and beating me up and always refusing to be happy no matter what anybody does for you! I’ve put up with it all this time but now I’m sick of it!” Angry tears fell from honey colored eyes onto Lovino’s shirt as Feliciano pulled him off the table and now pushed him into the counter top, where he grabbed the knife he’d used to chop the tomatoes and mushrooms for the pasta sauce. “I’m done with your bad attitude, fratello!” Feliciano raised the knife, and Lovino’s eyes widened as he struggled to get his brother off of him.
“Feliciano, you’ve officially lost it! Let-a me go! Ludwig, help me!” he cried as Feliciano brought the knife to his neck.
The next three seconds felt like an eternity.
Lovino shut his eyes and felt his brother’s breath on his face, and the edge of the knife ghosting across the skin of his neck, the tiniest of stings as he started to press down...
And then, Ludwig intervened. Grabbing Feliciano by the back of his jacket, he wrestled the smaller nation to the ground, pinning his arms under his knees, and tore the knife from his hand, flinging it across the room and slapping the side of his head sharply.
“That is enough, Italy!” he growled, and then something seemed to break in Feliciano’s mind. His eyes cleared and a look of shocked realization came over his features.
Lovino looked dazed, as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened, and stared down at his brother, pinned under the German and looking like he couldn’t believe what happened either.
“I’m... I’m so sorry,” Feliciano whispered, shutting his eyes.
Ludwig got off of him and pulled him into a sitting position.
“Feliciano, what happened?” he asked gently.
The Italian made a choked noise and hid his face. “I- He... he kept saying mean things, and I... I guess I just snapped,” he mumbled.
Lovino cautiously knelt next to him. “Fratello, I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” Feliciano wailed. “I just tried to kill you! I’m so sorry, Lovino!” And he threw himself onto his brother in an awkward hug.
“Yeah, I noticed,” the older brother grumbled, earning a warning glare from Ludwig. “Look, I didn’t mean to make-a you so angry.”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” The younger continued crying. “I should have kept better control of my anger like I usually do, well, not to say that I get angry a lot, because I usually don’t, in fact it’s rare for me, but I tried to kill my own big brother, for pasta’s sake! I’m so sorry! Please forgive me! I’m so sorry!”
The German and the older Italian made eye contact, the blond man nodding slightly as if to say, Well. Tell him you forgive him.
Lovino grimaced and lifted his arms to return his brother’s hug. “Look, fratello, I forgive you. Just don’t do it again, eh?”
At that, Feliciano pulled back, beaming through his tears. “You forgive me? Oh fantastico! I guess it’s a good thing Ludwig was here, or I would have been really sad if I’d-”
“Just shut up already,” Lovino snapped, putting Feliciano in a headlock while he made a surprised noise and Ludwig shifted in case he had to pull him off of his brother again.
“Ack!” Feliciano struggled until he managed to break out of his brother’s grip, then collapsed, laughing, while Lovino stood up and brushed himself off.
“I’m out of here,” he growled, and then looked down, his face growing red. “Ludwig?”
The blond looked up. “Ja?”
Lovino shifted uneasily. “Uhm... Ah... Err...”
“Vhat do you vant?” Ludwig asked, furrowing his brow.
“G-grazie, for saving me,” Lovino stuttered.
“Oh.” Ludwig looked amused. “You’re velcome.”
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I hope it wasn't too horrible for a first fill! And I apologize if the Italian words were incorrect. TT_TT
i'm also glad this is anonymous because i'm honestly afraid OP will hate it
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Re: Italy - Losing his temper Part 2/3
(Anonymous) 2012-05-14 02:46 am (UTC)(link)“What did you go and hit me for, Feliciano?” Lovino shouted back. “I’m-a just telling you the truth!”
Feliciano, displaying strength he didn’t even know he had, slammed Lovino down on the table and proceeded to start slapping him across the face.
“Don’t... ever... talk... about... my... friend... like... that... again!” Each word was accentuated by a blow to the elder brother’s face while the German just stood there in shock that his friend, the cowardly, pasta loving weakling, had become so aggressive, and towards his own brother at that.
“Feliciano, stop it!” Lovino sounded scared now.
“No, you stop it!” The younger’s voice rose to a shrill pitch. “Just stop with your insults and your mean comments! Leave Ludwig alone!”
Lovino struggled to pry off the hand that held him down to the table, but the fingers just curled painfully into his chest.
“Come on, Feliciano!” he yelled. “See, it’s-a so obvious that he did something to you because you’ve never acted like this before!”
This time, he got a punch in the stomach, and he groaned in pain while his younger brother continued to scream at him.
“No! Ludwig didn’t do this to me! You did by always shooting me down and beating me up and always refusing to be happy no matter what anybody does for you! I’ve put up with it all this time but now I’m sick of it!” Angry tears fell from honey colored eyes onto Lovino’s shirt as Feliciano pulled him off the table and now pushed him into the counter top, where he grabbed the knife he’d used to chop the tomatoes and mushrooms for the pasta sauce. “I’m done with your bad attitude, fratello!” Feliciano raised the knife, and Lovino’s eyes widened as he struggled to get his brother off of him.
“Feliciano, you’ve officially lost it! Let-a me go! Ludwig, help me!” he cried as Feliciano brought the knife to his neck.
The next three seconds felt like an eternity.
Lovino shut his eyes and felt his brother’s breath on his face, and the edge of the knife ghosting across the skin of his neck, the tiniest of stings as he started to press down...
And then, Ludwig intervened. Grabbing Feliciano by the back of his jacket, he wrestled the smaller nation to the ground, pinning his arms under his knees, and tore the knife from his hand, flinging it across the room and slapping the side of his head sharply.
“That is enough, Italy!” he growled, and then something seemed to break in Feliciano’s mind. His eyes cleared and a look of shocked realization came over his features.
Re: Italy - Losing his temper Part 3/3
(Anonymous) 2012-05-14 02:51 am (UTC)(link)Lovino looked dazed, as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened, and stared down at his brother, pinned under the German and looking like he couldn’t believe what happened either.
“I’m... I’m so sorry,” Feliciano whispered, shutting his eyes.
Ludwig got off of him and pulled him into a sitting position.
“Feliciano, what happened?” he asked gently.
The Italian made a choked noise and hid his face. “I- He... he kept saying mean things, and I... I guess I just snapped,” he mumbled.
Lovino cautiously knelt next to him. “Fratello, I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” Feliciano wailed. “I just tried to kill you! I’m so sorry, Lovino!” And he threw himself onto his brother in an awkward hug.
“Yeah, I noticed,” the older brother grumbled, earning a warning glare from Ludwig. “Look, I didn’t mean to make-a you so angry.”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” The younger continued crying. “I should have kept better control of my anger like I usually do, well, not to say that I get angry a lot, because I usually don’t, in fact it’s rare for me, but I tried to kill my own big brother, for pasta’s sake! I’m so sorry! Please forgive me! I’m so sorry!”
The German and the older Italian made eye contact, the blond man nodding slightly as if to say, Well. Tell him you forgive him.
Lovino grimaced and lifted his arms to return his brother’s hug. “Look, fratello, I forgive you. Just don’t do it again, eh?”
At that, Feliciano pulled back, beaming through his tears. “You forgive me? Oh fantastico! I guess it’s a good thing Ludwig was here, or I would have been really sad if I’d-”
“Just shut up already,” Lovino snapped, putting Feliciano in a headlock while he made a surprised noise and Ludwig shifted in case he had to pull him off of his brother again.
“Ack!” Feliciano struggled until he managed to break out of his brother’s grip, then collapsed, laughing, while Lovino stood up and brushed himself off.
“I’m out of here,” he growled, and then looked down, his face growing red. “Ludwig?”
The blond looked up. “Ja?”
Lovino shifted uneasily. “Uhm... Ah... Err...”
“Vhat do you vant?” Ludwig asked, furrowing his brow.
“G-grazie, for saving me,” Lovino stuttered.
“Oh.” Ludwig looked amused. “You’re velcome.”
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I hope it wasn't too horrible for a first fill! And I apologize if the Italian words were incorrect. TT_TT
i'm also glad this is anonymous because i'm honestly afraid OP will hate it