His Favorite Customer Ch.11

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His Favorite Customer

Chapter Eleven: Family
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Romano's POV:

Romano heads into the restaurant and sees Antonio sitting there playing his guitar, singing.

"And then Lovi came through the door~! His eyes shining with anger and-!"

"Shut up before I kill you." The Italian hisses and Antonio grins.

"I'm just singing for you, si~?"

Romano looks at him annoyed and groans before heading into the back. It has been a whole week sense Antonio started working there and it has been hell. Every day the Spaniard will play his music and as soon as Romano enters the songs will immediately become about him. Nothing romantic, just random things about him. One night the Spaniard spent four hours singing a song that just described every little thing about Romano. In Italian. He must admit, that was pretty cool…in a totally creepy, he never wants it to happen again sort of way. Definitely not the 'oh my god that was so romantic my heart couldn't stop pounding in my ears all night' kind of way. Not at all.

"Romano-kun, what are you doing?" Kiku asks and Romano looks at him curiously.

"What do you mean?"

"Um…you're kind of…"

Romano looks down and sees that he has been tearing at onion, the shreds now on the table. "SHIT! W-WE HAVE TO FIX THIS!" He looks at Kiku panicked. "HOW DO WE FIX THIS?"

The small Japanese boy smiles and places a hand on his shoulder. "It is alright, Romano-kun. We have more onions."

"No! I've got this!" Romano says determinedly, grabbing up and knife and quickly chopping it up. "W-we'll just…use it in…Antonio's dinner…" He mumbles and Kiku raises a brow.

"Hmm? You will be making dinner for him?"

"W-well I mean-! It's only logical for him to eat here! A-and…so he can take the weirdly cut onions in his food! It was his fault it happened anyways!"

Kiku looks at him amused. "How is that?"

Romano goes bright red. "I-! He-! Th-the singing a-and it's always distracting a-and-!" He turns away in a huff. "Shut up!"

"I didn't say anything."

"Gah! Shut up!"
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Later:

Romano looks over and sees Antonio standing close to him, grinning. "WH-WHAT THE FUCK?"

"Hello Lovi~! Kiku said you were making me dinner~!" Antonio says excitedly and Romano blushes. "What are you making me? Do you want to eat together? Oh! We can go in the back and eat! Romulus is out and he wouldn't mind! Some peace and quiet would be-!"

"Sh-shut up! Th-that's not what-! I just wanted to-! I mean I just needed to-! With the onions-! Which was your fault in the first place!" Romano stutters and Antonio laughs a little.

"You don't say! But I don't go into the kitchen!" Antonio points out before looking around. "Well…except right now…but that's not to touch food!"

"Ugh, just go away…"

"But I want to eat with you~!"

Romano blushes and grabs a plate, holding it to Antonio. "J-just take this out back and eat!" The Italian looks away and mumbles. "I-I'll be back there in a minute…"

Antonio looks at him surprised before grinning. "I can't wait!"
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In the back room:

Romano comes in and sits down at the small table with Antonio.

"You came~! Good! I have been waiting for you!" Antonio says and Romano notices the Spaniard's untouched food.

"…You…why did you wait?" He asks and the older teen blushes a little.

"It's more fun with someone else…"

Romano blushes brightly and groans, sitting down. "F-fine…let's eat."
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Antonio's POV:

After they finish their food, Antonio leans forward and wipes the tomato sauce off of the surprised Romano's cheek. Then, after seeing the shocked expression on the Italian's face, Antonio decides to lick the sauce off of his finger. Sexily. Because sexy things are sexy and Romano won't be able to help himself if Antonio acts sexy. At least that's what Francis has told him. He watches, intensely, as Romano stares at him confused.

"…Why the hell are you licking your finger? The sauce is gone now. Weirdo." Romano mumbles and Antonio blushes.

"U-um…I was just….um…"

The Italian narrows his eyes and crosses his arms. "Pervert."

"E-eh? No, I was just-! Francis said-!" Antonio stops himself and goes silent.

"…Francis said what…?" Romano asks and Antonio coughs awkwardly. "Francis. Said. What?"

The Spaniard looks away, smiling nervously. "W-well he said…that…doing that…could be considered…s-sexy…"

Romano looks at him annoyed. "Practice stupid things like that with someone else."

Antonio groans. "Ugh…Lovi…you're exhausting…" As he sulks over this for a minute before getting an idea and grinning at Romano. Maybe if he can get the boy into his house again, something will happen. "Hey…can you give me a ride home tonight?"

"Fuck no! Have Kiku do it! You two live near each other after all!"

"But Kiku's boyfriend always picks him up! And Abel hates me thanks to Bella!" The Spaniard whines and Romano crosses his arms.

"No."

"But Lovi-!"

"Not going to happen." Romano says firmly and Antonio pouts. He can't put his brilliant new plan in motion if the boy won't go with him.

"Looooovvvviiiiii!" Antonio whines and Romano turns away, his curl bouncing a little at the sudden movement. His curl. His CURL. Smirking to himself, Antonio leans over the table. "So…you're going to say no?"

"You're damn right."

"Ohhh that's a shame~!" Antonio coos, reaching over the table and grabbing the boy's curl.

Romano's eyes widen almost immediately at the contact and he lets out a small gasp. "D-don't-!"

"Still going to say no~?" Antonio asks, noticing the flustered look on the boy's face.

"A-ah…stop…" The Italian moans and Antonio smirks, tugging more. "F-fine! I'll do it!" Romano hisses and Antonio let's go, enjoying the flushed face of the boy. "Y-you're evil…"

"If you would have just said yes, I wouldn't have had to do that." Antonio points out before smiling innocently at him. "Would you like any problems taken care of?"

"N-NOT BY YOU! AND I DON'T HAVE ANY PROBLEMS!" Romano hisses and the Spaniard looks at him disappointed.

"That's too bad…"

"HOW IS THAT-?" The Italian gets cut off by Marcello coming into the room.

Both Antonio and Romano tense up, waiting for the boy to say something mocking. Only he doesn't. In fact, Antonio can see a strange, almost sad, look on the boy's face.

"Marcello…are you-?"

"Fratello…she's here." Marcello says weakly and Antonio looks at him confused before noticing a scared look on Romano's face.

"Wh-what is she doing here?" Romano asks and Marcello shrugs.

"She did send a letter saying she would…"

"I'm not talking to her. I'm staying in here." The older Italian says determinedly and Marcello looks at him with pleading eyes.

"Please, Fratello, I can't…I can't do this without you." Marcello mumbles and Antonio sees Romano's resolve shatter.

"Fine…" He mumbles, taking the boy's hand and leading him out. At the doorway he stops, looking at Antonio. "You come with us."

The Spaniard nods and follows him, smiling at the brothers. It never fails to make him happy when he sees Romano act so nice. He follows them out to another room, a secret office of Romulus' that he keeps to himself, and sees a woman inside the room with Feliciano and Romulus. The woman looks a lot like the boys, long brown hair that curls at the end and piercing green eyes. The only thing she's lacking is the curl. Seeing the reactions of Romano and the rest of his family he figured it was safe to assume that this is their mother.

"Who is this?" She asks, eyeing Antonio suspiciously. "This is for family only."

"This is Antonio. I want him here." Romano says, still holding Marcello's hand and not aware of the small smile that Antonio has to force down. Thank god.

"Get him out." She orders and Romulus looks at her.

"He can stay if Romano wants." As soon as Romulus says that Antonio realizes why he's here. To be a sort of bitch slap to Romano's mother. He's not so sure he likes that, actually.

The woman sends Antonio a dirty look before looking to Romano and Marcello. "Boys…I want you to forgive me." She says and the two boys shake their heads no.

"I don't know..." Marcello says.

"No." Romano mumbles bitterly.

The Italian woman looks at her sons upset. "I can make amends. Let me make-!"

"I won't! These two can, but I never will!" Romano yells, going to run but being stopped by Marcello's firm grasp.

"I love you boys, it was your father I didn't want to see! It was your father who cheated on me, obviously not caring about our family or the pain-!"

"How dare you?" Romano practically growls and Antonio begins to desperately wish he wasn't here. But he'll stay. For Romano. "You're the one who kicked us all out! I understand you kicking out dad, but you didn't even care that he took us! He's always been the one caring for us and your actions after his cheating just prove that YOU don't care about this family!" He yells before turning and leaving the room, Marcello letting go of his hand so he isn't dragged along, and Antonio quickly leaving as well. Partly to run after Romano, and partly just to get the hell away from the awkwardness.

He finds Romano quickly enough, the boy is cleaning the restaurant for the night. "Lovi-"

"Don't." Romano orders, staring at the floor. "Just…don't…ok?"

Antonio feels his heart breaking at the hurt look on Romano's face. "I'll bring you home."

Romano looks back at him annoyed. "It's my vespa, I'll be driving. And I'm not going home, I'm going to your house."

Antonio sighs, hating himself for what he's about to say. "No. You need to go home and talk to your family. Actually, you really need to stay here and talk to your mo-"

"DAMNIT! I'M GOING TO YOUR HOUSE SO JUST SHUT UP!" The Italian yells, his hands now clenched in shaking fists.

"…Why is she suddenly here?"

"Feliciano wrote her a letter." Romano says bitterly.

Antonio sighs, Feliciano is the one who sees the good in everyone and forgives quickly. It makes sense. Romulus would never do it. The man wants his children to be happy, and probably wants them to have a relationship with their mother, but he would never force it on them like this.

He looks over to the sad boy one more time before relenting. Romano should be allowed to deal with his own pain in his own way. "Alright, let's go home." Antonio says, noticing Romano relax a little. "Nia misses you anyways."

"I miss her, too…" Romano mumbles, walking up and resting his head on Antonio's shoulder.

"Then let's go, si?" Antonio asks gently, stroking the boy's hair.
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A/N:...Um...I don't know. I will get more into the mother thing next chapter. She's not gone yet. Poor Antonio...that must have been so awkward. I've been in his shoes before...DX It is VEEERRRYYYY awkward.