Just a bunch of random drabbles about my favorite pairings waking up the next morning. Enjoy and don't hesitate to give some feedback o3o

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Alrighty, so first up is my by far favorite, Spamano!

There's not enough to say about the chemistry and passion that flows between these two, it's unconditional and runs deep with a strong past of hurt and heartbreak. Please enjoy and hopefully you love these two as much as I do :)

And just for kicks I've made the POV our darling Lovi~

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xXOXx

The blinding rays of Spanish sun shone displeasingly through thin curtains, sprawling its warmth and unwanted comfort over a certain sleeping Italian. It wasn't so much unwanted as it was unneeded to the dark slumber he was in moments prior. Lovino liked the sun, sure. But add harsh sunshine to sleep deprived eyes and you've made yourself an irritated young nation.

The windows were cracked open a tad, leaking fresh, crisp European air around the shaded room. He could hear the birds chirping, singing songs that pertained to nothing but calming the morning strollers, lulling the rising sun from its hiding. And he could smell the hint of bread; the flaky dough was probably just added to the huge ovens in a bakery nearby.

Prying open a hazel orb, the smaller man blinked the sluggish sleep from his eyes. His sight was blurred and threatening to succumb to the calming morning that surrounded him. He heaved a sigh, wrapping his slightly tanned arms around the firm, warm pillow that he definitely didn't cuddle every night.

And just as quickly, the Italian stiffened. Because he was sure that his pillow wasn't firm…and there was no way pillows could…move…

…right?

"Buenos dias amor~…"

Yup. And pillows surly didn't talk Spanish either.

Lovino felt a pair of full lips press to his forehead linger there a moment longer than was necessary. The light chirp was an accent he would never forget, nor would he want to ever forget. His eyes were the size of dinner plates as the night before slowly seeped into his memory, plus the evident pink blush kissing the Italian's cheeks didn't help give it away. Nope, not at all.

The light chuckle that came from his lover and vibrated through him was the thing that snapped Lovino out of his funk.

"C-Che cosa bastardo?" he mumbled quietly against the dark, tanned skin that seemed to almost glow in the morning light. He didn't hate the sun for that aspect…

"Nothing poco, nothing at all~… I just enjoy watching you wake up." The warm murmur caused Lovnio's heart to flutter unfairly. He forced his eyes to trail up Antonio's sculpted chest to meet two bright emeralds.

He earned an even brighter smile, "Good morning~."

"You said that already idiot."

"I know, but I've never said it with you like this so boss is taking his chance!"

"…bastard don't call yourself boss! It'll only go to your head, not that there's anything there anyway."

The older nation pouted and skillfully somehow freed one of his hands to pull at that one little curl.

"O-Oi…!" Lovino flinched pleasurably and swatted the hand away, "Not fair." He let his bottom lip jut out into a peeved scowl.

"Aw but LOVI you look just like one of mi little tomates-Ay! O-Okay, si no more pulling the curl…" he rubbed the spot of his head that the Italian had smacked. "Lo siento pequeno~." He smugly smirked, pulling the irritated bundle of South Italy so that he was flush atop his chest.

Lovino hissed painfully, a deep throbbing shot up his lower back, "C-Careful! Jeez..." he breathed, settling for an annoyed glare which disappeared once he saw the concern painted onto his lover's face.

"Where does it hurt Lovi?! I'll go make us some morning paella…or do you want a tomato? Are you even hungry? In that case, go back to slee-.." Antonio's babbling was silenced by Lovino's lips.

He pulled away after a moment of returned pecks, which then turned into a make out session. They didn't care it was the morning, or that they both had morning breath.

"I-It's fine…" Lovino answered after resting his head back onto Antonio's chest that was now rising and falling unevenly. "Since it's you it's bene."

Lovino swore he heard the other's heart flutter.

"Then I'm glad," Antonio smiled cheekily, running his fingers through auburn locks while his other hand trailed lazy patterns onto the nape of Lovino's back. "How about I go make us some breakfast," he drawled with a hint of excitement, "and then after…"

Lovino blinked, "After…?"

Antonio slyly snuck a hand below the covers and groped his Italian's ass gently.

A yelp and a smack was heard, as well as shuffling of some bed sheets as Antonio jumped down from the bed and walked to the doorway.

The Spaniard turned his tousled head to the side, "Don't miss me too long Mr. Carriedo~…" he winked and quickly escaped their bedroom before the pillow hit the wall in the hallway. Antonio only laughed lightly and whistled his way down their new apartment stairs to the kitchen.

Lovino on the other hand was blushing profusely, his face reaching a new record for how red it could get. "B-Bastard…not even putting clothes on."

A mental image of naked Antonio cooking him breakfast shut him up quickly.

Lovino couldn't control the beating of his heart as he plopped back onto their bed. And he couldn't help the tiny smile that inched at his lips that were slightly swollen from stolen kisses as he looked to the delicate white-gold band on his left finger lying there.

"But you're my bastard."

xXOXx

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HAHA oki doki, what started off as an innocent drabble turned into a morning after their wedding night…oh well! I still got to write my spamano :D and let's face it…they end up getting married. Until next time~