[Marriage] Antonio walked back and forth in his house, or technically, his and Lovi’s. Lovino had been staying there for a while that the
house was also rightfully his. Antonio was cleaning up various places in the house so that it looked somewhat decent for what he had
planned. He was glad that Lovino got ‘called away’ to see his brother for the day so that he could plan all of this. Well, he didn’t plan it
all by himself…He may have called Feliciano to get him out of the house for the day. He normally didn’t think too far ahead, but tonight
needed to be beyond great. After the main room looked better then before (probably better than it had been in a while) he went into the
kitchen to finish up the dinner he was cooking. He made sure to make Lovino’s favorite dish and set the table up so that it looked nice. At
some point, Lovino would return home from his brotherly bonding day and be stunned by the cleaning and dinner that Antonio made, making him
fall even more in love with him. Well…he hoped that was what happened.
Little did Antonio know, it was probably impossible for Lovino to fall more in love with the other. He didn't show it, but he was completely
head-over-heels for the Spaniard, so much that it scared him, and in true Lovino fashion he dealt with it by trying to hide the severity of
his feelings with harsh words. Though the plan already had a slight flaw; sending Lovino off to see his brother wasn't the best way to cheer
him up. He loved his brother, not that he made that obvious, but he *really* grated on the brunette's nerves. And it sometimes felt like the
Spaniard was just trying to strengthen his inferiority complex when he sent him to visit Feli. The Italian popped open the door with a soft,
defeated sigh, pouting more strongly than usual and dropping his bag at his feet before pausing. What smelt so good?
Antonio turned towards the door, a giant smile growing on his face. Time to put his plan into action. Not knowing what kind of mood the
Italian was in, he rushed towards the door like a puppy welcoming his owner home. "Lovino~! Welcome back!" he said excitedly, eyes glowing
with happiness. He was too blinded by his happiness and his plan that he didn't notice right off the bat that Lovino didn't look the least
bit excited about how his day went. "How was your visit? Did you have fun? How was Feli?" he shot rapid questions at the other, trying to
lead him into the kitchen without him knowing where he was being led. He had set the table to look nice, using the good silverware this time
instead of the old stuff that he normally used. Two candles were lit, making the ambiance on the room very romantic. He hoped he was going
to enjoy everything he had planned, his eyebrow quirking slightly in nervousness.
Of course, no 'How are you?', just immediately to questions about his brother... Eyes narrowing, Lovino was about to say something cruel in
response, but he glanced up, and was speed-bumped by the elaborate setting. "…What did you do?" he asked, brows furrowing down as he readied
himself to be angry. The Spaniard wouldn't go to such lengths unless he did something stupid, and needed to be forgiven. His mind went into
panic mode, flying through what Antonio might have done. Broken something? Made some stupid bet with his asshole friends? Lost something? He
froze in his thoughts. What if... what if the other cheated on him?
He stared down at the other in confusion. What did he...do? "I didn't do anything Lovi...j-just thought we could have a nice dinner. If
that's okay with you." The stuttering probably not helping his case in the Italians eyes. He just didn't want to spill the secret, or else
the night was ruined. He walked over to the table and pulled one of the two seats out for Lovino. "Have a seat, I'll bring your food out~
Oh, did you want some wine?" he lifted the bottle of wine that was on the table with his shaky hands, opened it and poured some into a glass
for the other. The worse thing that could happen is that Lovino found out just what he was up to, and he didn't want that to happen. So he
just hoped that the Italian was none the wiser about his scheme.
He was still sure that Antonio had to have done something, if he was sucking up to the brunette, but he was too worn down to bother arguing
the point. He simply sighed weakly, sitting in the chair that had been pulled out for him and trying to push the thought of the Spaniard's
shaking hands out of his head. "Probably tastes gross anyway..." he mumbled, taking the glass of wine and nursing it gloomily. He would need
the alcohol in his system.
Antonio chuckled nervously, setting the bottle down. "I'm absolutely sure it taste great~" he said, thinking that maybe the other was tired;
that would explain why he looked so upset. He thought that maybe seeing the dinner he made would perk him up. "I'll just go get the food for
you~" he said, trying to keep his voice chipper. Maybe the other figured it all out and was planning on turning him down? He mentally shook
his head, that couldn't be it. Lovi was sharp, but hopefully he was going to say no...He ran into the kitchen to calm himself down, grabbing
dish filled with delicious looking pasta that he made with extra tomatoes. If the Italian was upset, then the best way to make him feel
better was to feed him great food. Or what he hoped was great food. He tasted it and it was good to him. Putting his smile back on his face,
he walked into the other room, setting the dish down. "Hope you like it~"
By the time the elder male had returned, Lovino had already drained his glass, the empty goblet set back on the table. He blinked as the
dish was set down-- and oh, *god* did that smell good. He leaned closer, breathing in deep and drinking in the smell of the food. It seemed
like a simple enough meal to make, but the light sauce was actually pretty hard to make-- one of the reasons Lovino didn't get to eat the
meal often. He blushed a little (though it could have been from leftover anger or the alcohol) and mumbled something under his breath, bad
feelings about the motive behind this treatment rising.
He started to plate the food for the other until he heard something. "What was that, Lovi?" he asked, setting the plate down in front of the
other. He wasn't sure if it was directed at him, but he thought he's ask just to be safe. He took his seat across from the other, his smile
still plastered on his face. By the looks of it earlier, it seemed like Lovino was excited about the prospects of the dish, but he was still
a little fearful. He wasn't always good at this, and sometimes it seemed he would just upset the Italian. "Do you like it...?"
He rolled his eyes when the other spoke, and ignored the question, arms crossing over his chest. Feli had stuffed him full at lunch, but
just being around his twin was exhausting enough, and Lovino was starving. He looked up at the other through his lashes. "I haven't even
taken a bite yet, idiot..." he huffed, but picked up his fork and scooped up a bite of the pasta, chewing and swallowing. And fuck, it was
*good*. He bit back a groan of delight, blushing slightly.
He may of been a little over excited, but he knew that the look on the others face after his first bite answered his question. He smiled
happily, not even touching his own plate yet. He chose to just watch the other enjoy his food, taking small sips of his wine. He always
looked so happy when he truly liked something, and that made Antonio happy. "So, how was your day?" He asks innocently, not thinking that it
was a sore topic. He just wanted to make the dinner go by nicely, without any problems. That would definitely make the rest of the evening
go by smoothly.
The Italian visibly closed up at the question, eyes looking guarded and ceasing to eat. "W-why does it matter?" It was silly of Antonio to
think that anything involving Lovino would go over smoothly. He wondered why the other wasn't eating. Was the food poisoned? Any semblance
of happiness on the small Italian's face was gone.
He frowned slightly at the sudden attack at him. He was saddened by the fact that Lovino wasn't as happy as he was a few seconds ago. "I
just wanted to know...I thought I would just ask..." he sat his glass down. He didn't want to start anything, but he wasn't sure what else
he could say; he was treading on thin ice, which was where he didn't want to be. "Uhh...well...do you like the dinner?" He asked, gesturing
to the table. He figured that if he brought up what he did, the other would perk up a little...
He blushed slightly, averting his gaze and taking another bite, perhaps merely to buy time. Maybe he was being a bit prickly, but he really
couldn't help it, not after a visit to his brother. No matter how long they'd been dating (a *long* time, for the record), he still couldn't
shake the gnawing feeling at times that Antonio liked his brother better. Sometimes he just sat and dwelled on the fact, wondering just how
anyone could prefer him-- angry, sarcastic, and a general mess-- to his brother-- happy, sunny, and innocent.
Not hearing anything from his Italian lover, he got a little down hearted. What if he didn't like the dinner? What if he was re-thinking
even being with him. He really needed to hear some kind of vocal appreciation...though that was rare coming from Lovino. "Uh...well...how
Antonio
was
your day...? I take it Feli is doing well..?" he asked. He figured Lovino knew that he loved him more then his younger brother, so whenever
he brought the other up, he didn't know it had a negative affect on him. When he was nervous, he would just start to ask questions, and for
this particular night, he didn't want to upset the younger male anymore then he normally does.
"Fine. Great. *Fabulous*." He stabbed his food with an agressive passion, scooping up a particularly large bite and trying to shove it in
his mouth sufficiently defiantly, without choking himself or stabbing the back of his throat. He was trying not to be so sour, trying to
push down his cynical side, but it kept resurfacing. Bitter, angry. Lovino wouldn't admit it to himself, but deep down he knew that it was
the strength of his feelings for the other that caused that side to resurface more and more often.
"Well...That's good to know~" he said, watching the other chew his food angrily. He fought down the urge to call the other cute when he
looked so upset, knowing how bad that could turn the evening. "Well...when you finish that, I made us some dessert~ If you want any...?" he
glanced at the others plate, and hoping that he won't be too full eat more. He wasn't an expert, but he attempted to make Tiramisu for the
other. He looked down at his own plate and noticed that he didn't even start on his plate. He started to eat quickly, not wanting to make
his lover wait for him to finish. He mumbled out a sentence with his mouth full of food, not even noticing that it made no sense.
Dessert? He warily glanced up at the other through his thick eyelashes-- thick lashes which he hated, due to how... 'cute' they made him
look. Obviously according to *some choice individuals*, and not Lovino himself. A small seed of guilt burrowed in his belly as he worried
his lower lip. "I... guess..." He glanced at his plate, and scooped up the last bite or so. He supposed that meant that he wasn't getting a
second helping. Pity. "Don't speak with your mouth full," the Italian scolded softly, staring at his lap where his fingers fidgeted with
each other. "And eating that fast will make you sick."
Antonio almost choked on the food he shoveled into his mouth. The way the other looked at him made his heart beat a little faster in his
chest and his cheeks to warm up. He took a long gulp of his wine to clear his throat. Now he knew that he was making the right idea of
asking the other for his hand...No one ever heavily affected him like this before. Gathering himself together, he smiled sheepishly. "Oh
right...don't want to get sick. Did you want dessert now? I'll just go get that..." he stood up, grabbing both plates, regardless if he was
done or not, and rushed into the kitchen. He wasn't normally this flustered, but this night was the deciding factor for the rest of his life
[*.]
Lovino knew that look, and it made him nervous. The only time Antonio ever blushed was when he was in danger of being jumped, and while the
thought of that made his heart jump into his throat and his stomach do an odd sort of flip, he was still a bit grumpy. Even if dessert made
up for it. In any case, right now the male didn't deserve *that* tonight, Lovino decided, and he opened his mouth to respond to the question
to find the other was already leaving. That earned another strike, the brunette trying to hide his pout over the matter.
Splashing cold water on his face, he shivered at the temperature and at the way it calmed him down. Holding onto the counter tightly, he
tried to get his heartbeat back to normal. It was true, the way the Italian looked at him almost made him jump the other. As pleasing as it
sounded to just abandon his plans and lavish the other repeatedly throughout the night. Gathering himself together, he gathered the dessert
that he made and walked back into the other room, slapping a giant smile on his face. "I made Tiramisu~" he said, presenting the dish to the
other. "I tried my hardest to make it tasks good, but it's nowhere near as good as what you can make Lovi..." he said, sitting down a plate
for him. He pulled his hand back and hid them under the table as he waited for the other to taste it. Nervously, his fingers fiddled with
the small box in his pocket, hands getting clammy. Not yet, he still had other ideas planned...
He glanced up at the other when he returned, roused from his silent reverie. Tiramisu was what he often made for dessert, especially when it
Lovino
was
some sort of important occasion. "Imitation is the highest form of flattery..." he mumbled, mostly to himself, taking a slice of the
cake and putting it on his plate. The Spaniard had botched the imitation slightly, though. It wasn't a special occasion. He huffed, and took
a dainty bite-- and though it wasn't as good as his own, it was *definitely* worth eating. Not that he would tell the male.
"Hmm...well then I've achieved my goal~" he said happily. All he wanted was to make the other feel loved. He watched anxiously as his love
took a small bite. "So! Is it good...?" He asked slowly, looking just as apprehensive as when the Italian had taken his first bite of the
first course. He knew he would never get a response from the other, but he figured he would ask any way; there was nothing better then
making the smaller male flustered. "I didn't really try anything different, I just followed you're recipe and added a few things here and
there." He took a bite from his own piece and moaned in pleasure. "Mmm~ You make the best dessert!"
[[Ah-- damn you Plurk!]]
His cheeks bloomed pink at the question, getting flustered at the question. "I-it-- w-whatever...!" He pushed the plate away as if he were
finished, too embarrassed. "I-I didn't even m-make it...!" He swore, the Spaniard was so stupid sometimes-- No, *most* times...! Lovino was
breathing a bit shallowly, embarrassed beyond all words, wanting to hide his face. He stood, tempering with the idea of just running away,
but he finally stammered out a "B-b-bathroom!" and skittered off to said location, locking himself in.
This wasn't what was supposed to happen! He knew the little Italian would run off when he got flustered, but this wasn't supposed to happen
tonight of all nights. He stood up from the table, knocking his chair over in the process, and took off after the other. "Lovi! Wait, don't
go!" he shouted, only to be stopped by the locked door. Well...he wasn't sure if it was locked...maybe if he jiggled the door knob...okay,
it was locked. Knocking lightly so he didn't rile the other up any further, he thought maybe if he spoke calmly through the door, he could
get him to come out. "L-Lovi...? What's wrong? Did I do something...? Please tell me..." he didn't mean to sound hopeless, but he was
starting to feel that way right about now. Unconsciously, his other hand moved to his pocket where he kept the ring. He looked down at it,
knowing that it was the cause of all this, but hope still shined through in his eyes. "Please come out Lovi..." he asked again.
It was just one too many compliments for the shy and easily embarrassed Italian, leaving him hiding in the bathroom. "W-why?" he shrilled
out, huddled on the bathroom floor. "You're so s-*stupid*..." He had absolutely no idea that the other was planning to do what he was. As
much as he said that the Spaniard was oblivious, Lovino could just as oblivious. Later on, he would blame it on the male not being romantic
enough about it to tip the brunette off as to his plans.
The normal insult probably shouldn't of fazed him, but for some reason he was stuck on it for a while. Looking at the closed door in front
of him he smiled, even though the other couldn't see it; he had to keep up he spirit. All wasn't lost yet. "But...we haven't finished the
evening...I...have a surprise for you..." he said, hand closing tightly around the box in his hand. "And...you won't know what it is unless
you come out...I promise you won't be disappointed..." he said, uncertainty clear in his voice. He had no idea how the Italian would react
to his proposal, he just hoped it was positive. "Please?" he pleaded one last time.