opens it, slumped shoulders and a heavy smell of coffee and cigarette. "O-oi..." he gawks. Ah, perfect.

- "We need to have words." He says softly, letting himself into the house. ".... And you need a shower." ;;

twitches his nose. "I know I do, and I talked to Arthur too... And France visited me." he just steps aside, watching him and sitting down. "Are you going to punch me too?"

stares at him. "Why would I punch you?"

shrugs. "It's the new trend in Europe."

blinks. "Who hit you?" He walks over, lightly touching his brother's cheek.

hisses, swatting his hand away. "France left a cake, please, ignore the design of it."

pulls his hand back, eyebrows furrowed a little in concern. "... Answer the question."

blinks. "No one so far. But there's bets... Scotland always seems to defend his little brother in those cases. " he frowns, biting his own lips.

's expression hardens instantly. "Let him try."

frowns. "You won't do a thing if he tries. It's all my fault."

- "I'm not going to just let him take swings at you!"

shakes his head. "You will."

- "No. Let him come and see what happens." He hiss.

Hisses* )

blinks. "It's no use... I've talked to Arthur, he didn't bother. He didn't... feel anything." he looks away. "Nothing. I'd rather he'd punched me."

- "I heard you broke it off with him with no explanation though." He said, so confused and... Ugh.

blinks. "I couldn't look at him in the face!" he groans. "I just... It felt like a good idea, I felt disgusted, so I wanted him to think ill of me.. Find someone who could bother being faithful."

groans. "Gabriel... por dios."

shrugs, not really saying anything as he just sulks on the couch more.

- "You have to go and talk to him."

crosses his arms. "Just did..." he sighs, then tells him how the conversation went.

fuuu let me go read it XD )

sighs. "I see.."

nods awkwardly, shifting in his seat.

sits beside him. "I'm sorry."

shrugs. "It's my fault, irmão..." he mutters, closing his eyes.

- "It's not, Gabriel. I started it."

covers his face. "I didn't stop you." he groans. "I just kissed back and.." he pauses, choking back a sob.

( YUS NO WORK TODAY. >3 -excited- )

(HAHAHAHA)

( xD I was literally whining like 'uuugh. shit's getting real on plurk and I have to leave sooon.' and they called to let me know not to come in -w- hehee. ))

wraps his arms around him, holding him tight. "Shhh. Hermanito. It's not your fault."

squints his eyes close, hands fallen dully against his sides. "H-have you talked to Romano?' he gulps, controlling his tears.

shakes his head. "No..." He rubs Gabriel's back gently.

sighs and buries his face in the other's neck, sobbing quite pitifully for some minutes before he eventually calms down, hiccuping a bit.

just holds him tight, rubbing his back.

sighs heavily once he's done crying, looking up at his brother. "Promise me at least you will actually try and keep your relationship with Romano, will you?"

smiles at him. "I'll try."

smiles back. "Good." he nods, then laughs dryly. "Y'know what's making my day even brighter? Just received more paperwork, my debt... well, you know how bad things are."

nods slowly. "Si, lo se." He lightly rubs his arm, offering him a reassuring smile. "Everything will be fine."

nods at him, cuddling next before he goes rigid. "We.. should keep a distance of each other, then?"

- "No. What good will that do?"

nods. "True." he sighs heavily, looking away. He pulls back, still, but then feels weird, cold, and curls back against his brother.

just holds him close.

glad for the comfort. "I just... feel like badmouthing Arthur now, but I still feel something for him." he groans. "It doesn't help our sex was pleasant too... " he frowns.

- "You shouldn't badmouth him. That never helps." He shrugs his left shoulder a little. "I was married once~ and I never badmouthed Roddy after everything fell apart."

nods. "Ah, yes, your... joined crown, or something." he nods. "But you weren't quite in love, it was just political..." he tries, shrugging. "I just suck as a person, Antonio, it's no news."

smiles. "True, we weren't at first." He shrugged a little. "But we met halfway and we got there." He pokes his brother's nose. "No, you don't suck."

smiles. "Ah, I suppose..." He gulps, shaking his head at the poke. "Let us.. Just not talk of love."

- "We can talk about... weather."

groans. "Talk about whatever, but next time you climb on my lap, I'm shooting you even if it turns me on." He hisses. "And it'll rain."

- "It'll rain if I turn you on...?"

blinks. "What?! Noo, you idiot!" He wacks the other on his head. "It'll rain here, in Portugal, today, soon enough." He states the fact.

winces. "Ow.." ;; But yeah, he understood now. "I like the rain.." He said, looking out the window. He liked going out to dance in the rain or to just run around.

frowns. "If you want to go, don't bother dragging me with you." Hisses, noticing how Antonio was looking outside.

- "Why not? You could use some rain to relax." :3

pouts. "No. I'll remain indoors, quietly smoking and eating cake." He closes his eyes, tilting his chin up.

- "No~ Let the rain fall down and wash away everything negative~"

sighs. "You're acting so calmly about this whole thing..." he notices, quite jealous of it.

shrugs a little. "You can't let things rule your life." :3

nods. "I suppose, but I do feel like an ass." He groans, curling his legs up in the couch.

nods. "I know, hermanito. Me too. But, what's done is done."

laughs. "We're a pair of horny idiots, I swear..." He laughs hoarsely, the rain finally falling down outside. "Sim, está feito..."

glances at him. "Que cosa?"

sighs heavily. "It's raining... Told you." He grins proudly, then pulls back from Antonio to smoke again.

grabs the cigarette and puts it in his own pocket. "Come on~ " He takes his hand and pulls him up.

frowns. "Those aren't cheap, give it back!" He groans, standing up.

shakes his head. "No~" tugs him to the back door.

groans, a bit pissed off as he's dragged outside, the rain only growing worse.

pulls him outside into the rain. His brother needed to just relax and let go a little.

curses the cold, his own whit shirt, his long hair, but eventually he calms down.

smiles at him before letting go of him and going off to skip around in the rain.

smiles a bit, content just watching his brother frolic around. The smell of cigarettes was leaving him too.

"Vamos, hermanito~" He laughed softly.

blinks. "Where?" He laughs a bit, standing awkwardly there.

- "Follow me~" He takes his hand, tugging and skipping away as he pulled him along.

follows him, some hair sticking to his face as they skipped away.

spots an abandoned soccer ball and he grins, letting go of his brother in order to run over to it. "Let's play a game~"

grins immediately at the football idea. "If I win, you're cooking me dinner." He challenges.

grins. "Deal~" He kicks the ball forward and runs after it, leaving Gabriel behind. >3

runs after it next, stealing the ball from him. "We don't have goals!"

- "Who cares!" He laughs, running after him, trying to steal the ball back.

grins, running around and being quite posessive of it. "How about that white wall for you, and the blue fence for me?" He points.