Two very very gay quickly written horribly crappy fic for sortinghat_rp and the TYL later event.

Title: Run Away With Me
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia/sortinghat_rp
Character/Pairing: Lovino, Antonio
Rating: PG-13 (Lovino curses a lot.)
Summary: Lovino goes to Spain. Antonio decides to visit. (TYL - pre-event/earlier in the timeline)
Note: Wrote this when I didn't give a fuck about how I was writing, so my apologises for how crap this is. Warning: very gay.

Lovino had only gone to that old familiar house in Buñol on Antonio's mother's request - something about needing some stupid trinket that she had ran away without, and just had to have back again. (Sometimes, Lovino swore that both the parents and the kid were the same.) Lovino suddenly hated how he could easily bend to a woman's pretty face - especially one that had raised him like a second son and still cooed at him in ways that made his face flush with embarrassment. Otherwise, he had avoided the country entirely, let alone waltzing right back into the house that made his throat close up and make him want to punch every dancing picture of a young man smiling at him. (The fuck would he want to go to Spain anyway - the place had always been stupid.)

He was only going to stay as short as he could; he'd fetch the item, and then Apparate faster than you could say "pasta." The Fernández family was probably watching the old, currently vacated villa - and with the Fernández family came Death Eaters - including one he knew a little too well. He did not want to try to fight any of them, or run into someone he might know. He may not have known most of the family very well, but he was sure a few of them would remember a little half-blooded Italian boy.

Trying to keep his stomach down and his heart out of his throat, he bustled as quickly as he could through the grand doors and the long halls. He also tried very very hard to push all those old memories away - especially when smiling photographs of said memories danced along the walls.

It was when he'd reached the old master bedroom and had rustled through the drawer she'd say it be in that he heard the footsteps. Cursing his luck out loud, Lovino moved to pull his wand out - he had to run, get the fuck away, he didn't care if it was a friend or a foe. He heard the footsteps still for a moment, and then suddenly break into a run, towards where he was. Lovino cursed louder, fumbling for his wand and trying to screw up his nerves enough to Apparate the hell out of there.

It was just as he had finally steadied his hand and his heart enough to blurt out the incantation that the last person he expected burst through the door. (Or really, had expected from the moment he had been asked to get the trinket.)

Antonio stood at the doorway, his face looking a little worse for wear then the last time Lovino had seen him - not that he gave a shit about the dropkicking, dark wizard asshole - but the expression he wore almost made him look 6 years younger. He looked shocked and touched all at once, and it stopped Lovino long enough that the incantation died in his throat. Lovino absentmindedly wondered why he didn't have a mask on; didn't all the Death Eaters wear them? He almost wished the idiot had one on - then he wouldn't have to see that stupid, ugly face of his again.

The next expression nearly made his heart stop all together - Antonio smiled.

At that, the wand was back out, although it was pointing awkwardly at Antonio, the trinket forgotten on the floor. He almost ducked over the bed, fleetingly thinking of jumping out the window near the other side. Instead he stood still and tried to keep his arm steady. "D-Don't come any closer, bastard! Don't think I- Don't think I wouldn't!!"

Antonio looked confused for a moment, even hurt - but Lovino wanted him to hurt, that stupid uncaring, ungrateful asshole - before smiling again, although awkwardly. "You can kill me afterwards. I just need to ask you something."

Lovino frowned. He was livid and wanted nothing more than to run the hell away and scream at him at the same time, but he knew he stood no chance against Antonio in case the elder decided he did want to fight. That, and the expression on his face made Lovino's heart skip - half happy, half sad, and looking as if he was ready to run himself. It didn't look like a man ready to kill. (Again, why the fuck didn't have a mask on. It'd make running the hell away so much easier.) So, Lovino stayed put, glaring at him with every ounce he could muster.

"This better be fucking good, or I'm going to throw whatever I can at you, asshole."

Another smile. Antonio hovered in place for a moment before stepping forward. Lovino instinctually started to back away - what the fuck was he trying to do - but Antonio put his hands up, trying to placate him. "Don't worry, I just... I just want to ask you something," he repeated.

Lovino glowered at him, but stayed put, watching as Antonio edged closer and closer until he was barely a foot away. Antonio stayed quiet at first, just staring at Lovino, almost looking like he was trying read him - which was fucking weird, the Antonio he knew never seemed to know how to read anything - looking like he was trying figure out what he wanted exactly. Finally, he looked as if he had decided on what he wanted to say, suddenly looking determined - but still not speaking.

Lovino glared. This was getting old, and he wanted to get out and get away before any of Antonio's "friends" showed up. "What the fuck do you want, spit it out now or I'm going to just punch you and be done with it-"

"Run away with me."

Lovino stopped instantly. "I- What?"

Antonio smiled - again, nervously, as if he was back to when it was their first date and they were sneaking around Hogwarts - grabbing his hands, and repeating himself. "Run away with me. I don't want to do this anymore. I'm tired of running and acting like I want to do something I don't, I never wanted it after all, all I wanted was to be with you and get married and settle down somewhere nice and warm and just- Lovino, please. I want you to run away with me."

Lovino gaped. This had to be some sort of sick, stupid joke. A very very sick joke. He growled, trying to take his hands out of Antonio's - the stupid bastard wouldn't let go though, it was like Lovino was his lifeline or some other shit. "What the fuck are you saying, you stupid fucking bastard, why the fuck would I run away with you-"

"We could run to Sweden - we'd be legal there, and they haven't gotten there yet. We should be safe, they wouldn't look for us there I don't think-"

Lovino was back to gaping. L-legal? The hell was this bastard going on about-

His mind stopped working though when he realized that Antonio had shakily pushed a ring on his finger - just a simple, golden band; nothing fancy, nothing showy. He felt his stomach drop. Antonio looked at him, really looked at him - and suddenly, Lovino realized that he didn't look so young anymore again. He very suddenly noticed all that age and fear and that want to run all over Antonio's face - and it made his heart drop. This was one of those rare moments, when he knew every word that was coming out of Antonio's mouth was exactly what he meant - not his usual run on drivel. He was being serious. He wanted to run away with Lovino, leave whatever he had been doing behind, and just run and hide with him at his side.

Lovino suddenly felt like his face was very hot.

Antonio spoke again, his eyes finally betraying how hopeful he was. "Please. Run away with me." He kissed the ring on Lovino's finger, so gently and shyly that Lovino definitely felt the heat on his face this time.

He stood there, gaping like a fish for a moment longer before something snapped into place in his brain. He shoved Antonio's hands away, his wand back out suddenly - and nearly cursed when he saw Antonio's face fall, looking as if Lovino had crushed every single hope and dream the man had ever had. (Fuck the stupid maskless bastard.)

"J-just stay here! Promise me you'll stay right here!" Lovino snapped, trying to push the stupid, school girl blush off his cheeks. Antonio, thankfully, seemed to get it, and nodded awkwardly, stepping back as Lovino finally Apparated away.

A moment later, Lovino was back - god, he hated the rush of doing that from Spain to Italy and then back again - this time taking Antonio's hands into his. He pushed a ring on Antonio's finger, just as haphazardly and nervously as the idiot himself had done. It was old - the sides were etched with olive leaves and branches, looking almost fragile against the strong gold. "This... this is my grandfather's ring, so don't you dare fucking lose it, okay?" he said, feeling embarrassment and anger boil in his blood as Antonio stared at him, dumbstruck. "Yes, you stupid fucking bastard! The fuck! Yes! I'll fucking run away with you - I-I'm just giving you a ring too so that way you're not making it seem like I'm the fucking chick in this stupid, gay relationship you've fucking decided to pick back up again, and you'd better fucking appreciate that I even give a shit, you...!" Lovino stopped, muttering under his breath and looking away, his face nearly glowing with a blush.

Antonio stood there in shock for a long moment, staring at Lovino with almost awe. Then, he broke out into the biggest grin he had ever, ever seen on him. And promptly swept him up in the most annoyingly happy slobbering kiss the idiot had ever managed to spring on him.

After about ten minutes of unnecessary touching and kissing and Antonio obviously trying very hard to not take him over to the bed next to their feet, Antonio got up to leave. He held Lovino close one more time, kissing him gently on the cheek and promising him he'd come soon, that they needed to meet at some obscure place in Sweden in about 10 days and that he was so, so happy and that he still couldn't believe and-

Lovino was almost glad that he shut up after he gave him one more, tearfully happy kiss and Apparated away. (That look of just utter hope on Antonio's face would break him later.)

After sitting for a moment longer, letting everything sink in, Lovino got up as well, picking up the forgotten trinket and getting ready to leave himself. He had a very funny feeling that Antonio's mother had sent him here on purpose, and he'd bring that up later - after he stopped wanting to run down the road and scream about how happy he was.

(He'd be kicking himself - almost literately - later, when all those plans fell through and he spent over a year thinking Antonio was dead. He really wished he had been wearing that mask.)

Title: All Those Wasted Hours
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia/sortinghat_rp
Character/Pairing: Lovino, Antonio (Emmeline is there, too)
Rating: R
Summary: Antonio has gone into hiding with Lovino and Emmeline, but things are still not easy. (TYL - post event/if the timeline had continued)
Note: This one I gave a little more of a fuck on. That's about it. Warning: also very gay. And vague sex.

Maybe Lovino had expected himself to feel more at ease once Antonio had joined them in hiding. Maybe he had expected himself to suddenly erase all that crap crammed up in his heart after Antonio had suddenly turned about-face and had made him feel like a fool for believing he was really a bad guy. He'd been so happy he'd willingly kissed that stupid, lying asshole, but things were proving not to be that easy.

It'd been a few months or so - he didn't care to keep track of the days, he only cared to keep track of the food and the necessities and the hope that Gilbert would burst through the door with fireworks in excitement - and he was still angry. After all, why wouldn't he be? The bastard had left him at the altar, and then seemingly ran off to be one of the biggest jackasses of the century. Lovino had every right to be angry. And Antonio knew it. And therefore, didn't say anything.

As soon as they had ran away and huddled back into the familiar, disgusting little German house, he and Antonio were suddenly back to not talking. Neither tried, and Emmeline only watched them nervously - Lovino suspected she was just happy to have them both back, and didn't want to push things when there was still a war and a fugitive Death Eater in their house now. Lovino almost felt the same - it was nerve wracking enough to see Antonio have to step out now and then to speak to Williams or another Auror to make sure he wasn't actually running off to join You-Know-Who's stupid party again.

Antonio was tired and shied away from them both. Lovino had never seen him so quiet, and Emmeline had never seen him so sad. Oh, he'd still laugh and he'd still try to smile, but it was like he wasn't fully there yet. He looked tired and dull, even if he laughed and tried to crack a joke like he did before all this mess. Neither of them pried - Emmeline would curl up with him on the couch he slept on, and Lovino would just watch him while he cooked dinner. Antonio just scratched his arm and the back of his neck (dear god that fucking scar), and tried to smile when he didn't seem to want to.

Lovino wanted to punch him in the face for acting like that.

Still, it was at least somewhat normal. Emmeline felt better, knowing that Antonio was with them, and Thijs had managed to go into hiding himself. Even with the war all around them, they'd managed to secure one little piece of quiet in the midst of it. Even if it was half broken and still too sore around the edges for all of them.

Somedays, Emmeline would sneak out to the village to get them more food - or just for some fresh air, Lovino didn't completely blame her - leaving Antonio and Lovino to sit awkwardly alone in the small house. Sometimes Antonio would try to make small talk, sometimes Lovino would try to snap at him like he used to. It would always boil down to them sitting on that stupid couch, saying nothing. Antonio would spin that goddamn ring on his finger, and Lovino would want to say something to just break the stupid silence.

One day, he gave up, finally snapping after watching Antonio spin around that ring on his finger for over an hour.

"You're going to fucking wear it down if you keep doing that, you know."

Antonio suddenly snapped to attention, looking like he had just woken up from a very long nap. (Which, with the way he'd daze off at times, Lovino wouldn't be surprised if he slept with his eyes open now.) He gave Lovino a weak sort of smile, scratching his head nervously. "Sorry."

Lovino huffed, crossing his arms. Seriously, that stupid bastard. He didn't give that ring to him to have him wind it down literately on his own finger.

Antonio laughed a little at him - almost sounding more like himself for once - his arm falling to his side. "...I was surprised to see you were still wearing yours."

It was Lovino's turn to jump - he hadn't even been paying attention to where that idiot's eyes were. He suddenly felt awkward in his own skin. Why had he kept it? Even he didn't know. He'd wanted to chuck it into the nearest body of water as soon as he'd been left at that altar, but at the same time he hadn't been able to part with it.

"...Maybe it was because I didn't give up, unlike some people," he blurted. He watched Antonio's face fall, a flush forming to mirror his own. Low blow, Vargas, good job.

Antonio mumbled another apology, and they were back to being quiet. Lovino felt the anger stir up in his chest again - seriously, why was it still fucking like this? He was tired of feeling like he was tiptoeing on thin ice, and he was tired of watching Antonio look like he was doing the same. He glared at nothing in particular, willing for just something to happen. Anything.

What he got was a confession from Antonio he didn't expect.

He'd nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Antonio's hand shyly wrap around his own, touching the plain gold ring still on his finger with care. "I think..." Antonio began, his own voice betraying how nervous he was. "I think if I hadn't seen that ring on your hand, I wouldn't have come with you two."

Lovino gaped, at a loss for words. What?

Antonio flushed again, obviously becoming more nervous with his admission the longer it went on. "W-well, I... I was so happy to see both of you again, but... I would've just gone back to what I was doing, just making sure you two were safe again, just making sure I could keep it away from you and..." he stopped, clutching Lovino's hand. "As soon as I saw the ring, I was so surprised but- I didn't want anything but to be with you."

Lovino couldn't find an answer to that - he hadn't expected that at all, honestly. Antonio quickly let go of his hand, nervously getting up and walking towards the kitchen, looking like he just wanted to laugh it off. "Oh, but... don't fret about it, I mean it was really just a foolhardy move on my part anyway, and very very selfish, after all-"

Lovino had gotten up in a flash, finally just letting himself move instead of holding himself back all the damn time like he had been. He pinned Antonio against the wall, glaring at him. Antonio, for once in his stupid life, stayed still, his eyes wide.

"Lovi-"

"Just shut the flying fuck up."

He was still fucking angry - seriously fucking angry. The stupid idiot couldn't say something like that sooner? Couldn't explain himself before? No, he had to act all stupid and sad and like a fucking recluse. He had to think Lovino really hated him.

So, Lovino wanted to punch Antonio in the face for being so fucking stupid, for really being so fucking selfish-

Instead, he found himself kissing Antonio with enough fury that it would probably bruise.

Antonio seemed just as shocked as he was for a moment, before just as quickly wrapping his arms around his neck, giving in and pushing his body closer and closer until Lovino didn't quite care that he was angry anymore.

(And didn't quite care when he heard the door open and heard Emmeline gasp and quickly shut it closed. He'd fret about it later.)

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It took them a while to finally reach the upstairs - if you could call it an upstairs, it was literately an attic turned into a halfassed bedroom - and it took even longer for them to find one bed to settle in and finally remove clothes. (Lovino thanked all his lucky stars that he had remembered which bed was his and hadn't dumped a very eager Spaniard on Emmeline's instead.)

Antonio had more scars on him - marks from where magic had just missed and where it had hit their target. Lovino ignored them, tracing ones he remembered from their childhoods, ones he'd accidentally given him from their halfhearted fights, kissing at exposed and familiar scarred skin. Antonio gave him the gentlest of smiles and kissed him senseless, helping him out of his own clothing before they were back to just fighting among the sheets.

It was almost like back when they were younger, and when they skirted around when Antonio was still teaching and Lovino would sneak up to the old castle just to feel skin against skin. When they would still hideaway and then laugh about it later, even if Lovino would end up just blushing and yelling at him when Antonio would slip a little too much information and everyone knew anyway. Up here, in this sad excuse of a bedroom, the low ceiling reminded him of hidden rooms and hushed voices, and the rush of not getting caught.

And just like those hidden times, Lovino almost cursed himself senseless when he realized they didn't have anything for lube. They sat there, fiddling with a small bottle of cooking oil, whispering half forgotten half stupid spells at it, too caught up in suddenly being together again to care.

Antonio was just as willing as he was all those years ago, letting Lovino enter him with just the smallest of hisses, kissing him on his neck as they moved. Antonio always gripped his hair just right, pulled his legs in around him just so, and moved for them both when Lovino couldn't bear to even breathe correctly anymore.

For someone he hadn't even kissed properly in over four years, it was half-amazing to Lovino that they still fit together just so. Antonio seemed to think or at least feel the same, judging by the way he was moaning and throwing his head and hips back in ways that made Lovino wish he'd never left at all.

But, he'd always relish the way that Antonio gasped when he felt the cool metal of their rings clink together when they tried to move.

And how they finally managed to whisper something akin to "I love you" after they were both spent.

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Dinner was awkward - Emmeline had come back maybe an hour after they had finally cleaned up. She mumbled something about getting lost in the market before settling down to put groceries away and watch that strange muggle television she'd insisted on them having.

During the meal, Emmeline kept looking back and forth between the two, but she smiled when Antonio actually smiled at her for once. Antonio seemed to have lost a huge weight, and in the weeks and months to come, cheered up considerably. It was stupid how... something as vile as that had cheered the bastard up, but Lovino just smirked and ate his pasta.

Especially when Antonio shifted in his seat uncomfortably and made Emmeline realize something with a marvelous blush.

At least things would finally be back to normal.

Or as normal as it could ever be.

(What made Lovino the happiest is when he noticed that Antonio didn't spin his ring as much anymore, but instead just touched it fondly.)

Maybe after this war was over, they'd finally have that stupid wedding Antonio always wanted.

(Emmeline did tease them something fierce, though. One time, when Christmas started to show up on the calendar, Emmeline had tacked a spring of mistletoe she'd stolen from the village on the kitchen overhang. Lovino had almost blown up at her after the sixth time she'd tried to jokingly lead Antonio under it for a laugh.)