A/N: Alright, I'm doing this twenty-five days of Spamano thing for tumblr, and I'm going to post the drabbles here under one story. I WILL keep up with this, even if I have to write in advance, so you better stick around~

Disclaimer: I don't own Spamano, or Spain, or Romano, or Hetalia.

Getting Snowed In

Antonio woke with a smile on his face. The winter months were always good to the Spaniard, even if he wasn't usually a fan of the cold. Lovino hated it even more, and even before they had gotten together, Toni would usually find himself waking up to an aubrunette latched to his waist and snuggling against him. Now that they were together... it was wonderful. Slow sex in the mornings if it was warm enough, and if it wasn't, they would usually push off any engagements later in the day to stay in and cuddle.

Today, though, didn't seem to be one of those days. The Italian who was usually plastered to him was missing, and there wasn't the smell of cooking to give away his other location. Antonio sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before getting up and getting dressed. If Lovino wasn't going to show him where he was, he was going to find the other.

Lovino was resting on the couch, which was really an awful way to put it. He was bundled up in the fleece blanket Feliciano had left the last time he had visited, as well as the spare comforter from his old bedroom. Instead of sleeping like Antonio expected, Lovino was glaring- at the door, at the window, at the brunette after he entered the room, "Fuck it all."

"What?" Not that the Italian's attitude wasn't usually like this, but Toni was surprised that he had heard a declaration so early in the morning that had seemingly nothing to hate.

"You know, I have no idea why I even bothered to stay at your house. Why do you even live here? It's awful!" Lovino looked as if he wanted to sit up, but after realizing that his back would be left to the cold (but not that cold) air of the house, he simply decided to glare again instead.

"I don't really know why my house is so awful, Lovi, you usually like staying here," granted his Barcelona house was much smaller than the literal mansion he still had in Madrid, Antonio was not keen on leaving the small abode unless he was being summoned back to the capital. This house felt warmer, it carried less painful memories, and the Spaniard didn't have to pay so much to keep the house above freezing.

"You know, it never snows here, but the one fucking time it does, we're blocked in!" This time Lovino did sit up, pulling up the blankets around him closely, "You're house is stupid!"

"What?" Antonio repeated again, "You're kidding me!" his tone was excited, though, and he raced to the door to check if what Lovino said was true. There was a warning from the couch, but he ignored it ("as usual," Lovino grumbled) and threw the door open. The screen in front of it caught more of the snow, but the white fluff was stacked passed his knees, close to his waist, definitely a record for Barcelona.

"Lovi, this is so cool!"

"No it's not! I don't want anything to do with this ridiculous, cold crap!" The Italian shifted and fell back onto the couch, curling up again, "It doesn't snow in Italy. I don't like the cold, and I hate snow even more..."

Antonio smiled warmly, closing the door behind him before making his way to the couch. This seemed like it was going to be a very lazy day indeed.

"Don't worry Lovi~" Toni lifted the comforter despite Lovino's whining and climbed in underneath, "I'll be sure to keep you nice and warm~"

A/N: I know this is a bit unrealistic, but Rome, Naples and Madrid barely get any snow, where as the highest in Barcelona was 20 inches. I lived where we've gotten three feet of snow in a heavy year, so that's just weird...