Forty First

by kheelwithit

Lovino Vargas falls in love in an elevator. And yeah, he's aware that it ain't necessarily orthodox, but if you'd like to tell Cupid how to do his job, be his guest. [Nyo!SpainxRomano]

::Forty First::

::Chapter 1::Prototype::

Ding!

Lovino bustles into the elevator with at least a dozen other people, holding the pizza in his hands above his head to conserve space. A gentleman in a suit with a stupid tie asks him-

"What floor?"

"Fourty first, thanks." The man clicks the button and the doors close. Lovino spends a very long time in that elevaor, holding his arm up until it gets pins and needles and feels wobbly. Eventually, though, people get off, one by one and Lovino puts his arm down with a sense of relief and a sigh that exaggerates it.

I hope that you're the one,

Ah, Lovino knows this one. He hums along quietly and taps his toes as he watches the elevator display board go up one by one.

Thirty six.

If not, you are the prototype.

Thirty seven.

We'll tiptoe to the sun,

Thirty eight.

And do things I know you like.

Thirty nine.

Ding!

Lovino scowls, because really, aren't they done with thi-

I think I'm in love again.

And that's about the time Lovino's world

flips.

I think I'm in love again.