A/N: Well, I was doing the Hetalia Crack Meme where I had to write a small fic about America/Lovino and thought it might be nice to post it here. It's just a little drabble and unbeta'd so don't expect much. Oh, and it's also my very first fic I upload here!
Now enjoy and leave me a review, okay? :3
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Hetalia.
He loved these moments in his life when he would just sit there, devour his delicious plate of pasta and enjoy the silenc–
"THE HERO HAS ARRIVED!"
Great. Fucking great. Why would this bastard show up so randomly around him all the time?
"Argh, don't scare me like that, bastard! Why are you here anyways?" the not-so-pleased Italian asked with a scowl. If it weren't for the evident blush on his face, he would've appeared intimidating but now he just looked nothing but "CUTE! You look so cute when you blush, Loviii~!" the American exclaimed while pulling him into a hug. Lovino turned a deeper shade of red and pouted.
"I'm not cute, stupid bastard!"
"Yes you are!" "I am not!"
"You are!" "Am not!"
"You are!" "Am not!"
"You are!" "..."
"Aww, Lovi's all embarrassed about his cute face. So adorable~!"
Huffing, Lovino turned around in the American's grip and said: "You haven't answered my question yet." "Huh?" "Why are you here, Al?"
"Am I not allowed to visit my sweet little boyfriend whenever I want?" Alfred replied and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
Oh right, he was his boyfriend. How could he forget such a thing?