Papa Don't Preach

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Lovino Romano Vargas paced back and forth in front of his father's bedroom for at least a half hour before working up the courage to knock on the wooden door. Fear resonated in his hazel eyes as he heard his father's voice telling him to come in. How did he explain this to the old man? He was still in high school for crying out loud.

"Papa," Lovino said hesitantly, his right hand fiddled with the ring he wore on a chain around his neck. He never called his father Papa anymore, and so he knew the name would catch Octavius' attention the man almost immediately looked up from the newspaper he was reading in bed.

"Yes Lovino," Octavius said letting his eldest son know that he had his undivided attention. Lovino swallowed what spit was left in his mouth. Octavius had never been a cheerful man, maybe before Lovino's mother Romina had died, he had been, not that Lovino could really remember much of that time anyway. Besides he and his father had never really gotten along well, Lovino always had resented the fact that Octavius preferred his more cheerful younger brother who did not look like their late mother. It was a known fact that Octavius did not approve of gay people and had tried to raise his sons to view gays the same way he did. He often told Lovino and Feliciano that he looked forward to the day when he would watch their beautiful brides walk down the aisle.

Lovino and Feliciano had therefore kept their relationships hidden from their father. It had been Feliciano who had realized his sexuality first. It wasn't hard, he had never been athletic like the other boys in his class, he preferred to draw and paint. When he met Ludwig Beilschmidt, he knew then and there who he was in love with.

Lovino's realization had been more subtle. It had snuck up on him over time until one day it hit him smack dab in the face that it wasn't girls anymore that he had wet dreams about, it was the tan Spanish neighbor of his, Antonio Carriedo.

"Er," How did he put this tactfully? How could he explain that he and Antonio had been in a relationship since Lovino was a sophomore, he was a senior now, and that when Antonio returned from college for the summer they were moving in together?

"Out with it Lovino," Octavius said irritably, the two often clashed in personalities. Lovino was brash and bad tempered, but he was also insecure and afraid that everyone would abandon him which was why he had always been so afraid to tell his father about being gay.

"You know Antonio, a year older than me, our-" Octavious cut Lovino off,

"I know who the fag is." Antonio had never hidden that he was gay and his parents had always been supportive of their son and Lovino's relationship knowing full well that Lovino would not receive any support from his house. Octavius had never forbidden Lovino from hanging out with him while Antonio was still in high school, but he had often expressed his disproval of Lovino's choice of friends.

It hadn't been just Antonio; Octavius disliked Lovino's best friend Mathew Williams as well, a quiet Canadian boy who was dating one of Antonio's best friends and Ludwig's older brother Gilbert Beilschmidt. Lovino was often over at the blonde's house especially since Antonio left last year for college. Mathew had step brother Alfred, who could be annoying with his obnoxious yelling about being a hero, but he often defended his brother at school from homophobes much like Lovino's father.

"Please don't call him that." Lovino said quietly,

"I forgot you associate yourself with those vile people." The older man spat out and Lovino felt anger boiling in his chest. Anger about having to hide who he really was from the man, having to stay quiet and listen to his father rant on and on about the destructiveness homosexuals were to society, having to tell Feliciano it would be okay if their father ever found out that they were gay even though they both knew it wouldn't be. Lovino was glad Feliciano was over at Ludwig's house working on a school project with him. He didn't want his younger brother to hear what was about to go down tonight between the two of them.

"Stop! Just stop! Antonio's my boyfriend!" Lovino shouted and the look on his father's face made him glad he had not shut the bedroom door when he entered the room. It was murderous. "Well, we're engaged now, I wanted, I hope you can understand."

"Get out," Octavious said dangerously pointing towards the door. "Get out and don't come back. I never want to see you again." Lovino felt himself go numb inside, even though he had prepared himself for this kind of a reaction from his father, it still didn't stop the pain he felt from hearing it.

"And what about Feliciano, are you going to kick him out too?" Lovino asked dangerously,

"What are you talking about?" The question made Lovino laugh; at least he tried to hide it. Feliciano acted openly gay even at home though he never talked about Ludwig, he didn't try to hide his sexuality from their father, he hoped that Octavius would understand.

"Do you really think that Feliciano and Ludwig are just best buddies? Are you that blind? Feliciano has known way longer then me that he was gay."

"Don't you dare try to pull your brother into your lecherous ways? He is innocent and pure." Lovino shook his head at his father was he really that blind? Lovino would be shocked if Feli and Ludwig weren't in the middle of getting it on right now at Ludwig's place.

"Feli," Lovino said into his cell phone when his brother finally picked up after the fourth ring. His whole body shook from the rage that had built up inside as he and their father fought about his gayness. He was trying to push the tears back, because God damn it, crying was for wimps!

"What's wrong, Lovi?" Feliciano asked, he didn't sound annoyed that he had probably interrupted a really good night for them. Lovino knew he'd be cursing his brother out if Feli had interrupted him and Antonio having sex. And then Antonio would have apologized to Feli taking the phone out of his hands, and once they'd hung up, he'd make the interruption up to Lovino. "Are you okay?"

"No," Lovino admitted and that took a lot, he hated to admit that he was weak to anybody especially those he cared a lot about like Feli and Antonio. "I- don't go home tonight okay."

"Why? What happened, Lovino?" Lovino could hear Ludwig in the background asking his lover what was wrong.

"I- I told Octavius about Antonio and my engagement to him. He's a- he kicked me out. I uh- I uh might have uh let it slip about you and uh Ludwig as well."

"Sheisse," he heard Ludwig swear, Lovino could only assume that he had heard everything.

"Mi dispace."

"Where are you?"

"Matthew's house." Lovino lied; frankly he wasn't quite sure where he was anymore. After leaving the house he'd just started wandering, but he wasn't going to tell Feli that. "I gotta go. I'll talk to you tomorrow at school."

"Okay," Feli said sounding like he didn't quite believe his brother. Then Lovino pressed the little button with the red phone on it, ending their conversation.

Then Lovino continued to wander throughout his home town, trying to avoid people's stares. It felt like he now wore a big sign around his neck that said 'I'm gay'. A familiar green car pulled up beside him. "Lovino, are you okay?" Matthew asked getting out of the car and running up to him. Lovino could see that Alfred was the one driving as he parked the car on beside the side walk illegally; Alfred had never really cared for what was legal or illegal.

He wanted to say yes to Matthew, he wanted to tell him that he was just out for a nightly walk missing Antonio. But not even Alfred was stupid enough to believe that, not that Alfred was stupid, the honey haired boy just enjoyed making everyone believe he was stupid. "No, I got into a fight with him tonight." Lovino wasn't sure what to call the man he once called father. "He kicked me out."

"Oh, Lovino, does Antonio know?" Matthew asked Lovino shook his head.

"I don't want him to know. He'll get upset and he needs to focus at college right now." Lovino said, Mathew looked uncomfortable at the idea of leaving the older man in the dark.

"Do you want to stay at our place for the time being till we graduate?" Alfred asked leaning on the hood of the green car he had just been driving. His arms were crossed in a very relaxed position, but his face was full of concern, concern Lovino would have normally scorned at. But tonight he didn't care, he felt so overwhelmed.

"What about Feli? I can't just let him deal with that fucker's wrath all by himself, especially since I caused it." Lovino said,

"I bet he'll stay with Ludwig, Lovino, Gilbert loves your little brother. Not as much as my little brother but still, he won't let anything bad happen to Feli." Alfred said,

"And what if Gilbert tells Antonio what's going on?"

"He won't, and by the way Al, last I checked, I was older then you by three days." Matthew pointed out; Alfred turned his head mock pouting.

"Whatever," Alfred said, "You know we have an eleven o clock curfew and its ten-thirty right now. We need to decide what's going on."

"I'll stay with you guys, if you parents are okay with that?" Lovino said quietly, he didn't like asking anything of anybody, he was too prideful, but he knew that at this moment he needed all the help he could get. They climbed into the green car, Alfred was driving again and Lovino grudgingly allowed Matthew to sit in the passenger seat which left him in the back with all of Matthew's hockey equipment.

The one you warned me all about,

The one you said I could do without

We're in an awful mess and I don't mean maybe- please

Author's Note (the part of the story where the author come out and writes a silly note): It has come to my attention that I have a lot of spelling errors, there shouldn't be so much in the later chapters cause I have become more diligent about spell check, I'm not the best speller in the world. So I am doing some re-uploading with spelling edits. Also I'm doing some revisions that need to be done. Thank you for sticking with me and reading The Russian Sunflower.

Translations:

Sheisse (there should be and s-set where there is a double s but I couldn't figure how to make that): shit (German)

Mi dispace: I'm sorry (Italian)

Papa: Daddy (Italian)