The Italian sister (PrussiaxOCReader) Ch.2

Antonio fell to the ground on his knees.
"Oww! L-Lovi! What was that f-for?"
"Damn bastardo! You think this is funny?! MY baby sister is out there with that rotten Potato! Why in Hell would that be funny?!"

Lovino continued to rant on in a string of colorful Italian swears.
"I never knew Lovino 'ad such a colorful vocabulary." Everyone looked at Francis and shouted in unison, "Really?!"

"Fratello! Fratello! Please calm down! Maybe this is good for Maria!" Feliciano tried to calm is brother down, but was scared away by his death glare.

But Antonio stepped in just in time before anything could escalate. "Yes Lovi. Feli is right. Maybe this is a good thing for Maria. S-Seeing as how you've always sheltered her."

"Shelter her?!" Lovino began to fume once again. This time more violently. Kicking walls, breaking chairs and tables. No wonder people called him a threat to society.

"Lovino Vargas! Stop this this instant! I'm tired of you throwing fits like this!"
Everyone stopped in their tracks to look over at Antonio.
"Now! If you would let me finish, I was saying that, yes. You DO shelter her. She is an 18 year old now-" Mathias chimed in, "A beautiful!" Lovino glared as Antonio nodded.
"Yes. A beautiful, young lady now. And still hasn't went out on at least one date! Lovi, how old were you when you got that kiss from Belle?"

Lovino's face went dark red and he began to stutter. "I-It's a-none of your damn business bastardo!" Antonio smirked and continued on. "Exactly.  Now, my point being, let her have some fun! It's just a boy! What's the worst that could happen?"

Lovino just nodded with a grunt, proceeding to try and clean up the mess he had made.