a/n; This pairing is asdfghjkl. So cute. Here's a drabble because I am waaaay out of practise. Anyways- I don't own Hetalia, ect. Review if you liked it!
The sun filters through the curtains, filling the room with an almost ethereal glow. The blinking clock numbers read 8:08 and Spain knows that he is late for a meeting but he doesn't particularly care, mostly due to the pair of warm arms wrapped around his waist.
Looking down to see Romano honestly wasn't much of a surprise. The smaller nation's face is buried into his stomach and his curl is struggling to stay upright. Spain briefly considers touching it, just to see the feisty Italian's reaction, but he reasons that this would shatter the rather peaceful mood.
Catching Lovino sleeping isn't exactly a rare thing- he is Italian after all- but there's something different about this. After a moment of staring, Antonio realizes what it is.
Romano is smiling.
Unlike his sleeping patterns, Lovino's smiles are infrequent and small. He shyly hides them between angry words and thrown tomatoes, as though he is unfamiliar with the practice of lifting the corners of his mouth to express happiness.
Antonio likes Romano's smiles- as clumsy and timid as they are. The Italian saves a smile or two especially for him, and those are the ones that he likes the best.
"Nn…Toni?" His voice is thick with sleep and the peaceful smile is still on his face. The arm curls a little tighter around his waist.
"Buenos días, darling."
Romano rolls onto his back and glares at the laughing nation. "Shut up, ya' damn asshole. 'Darling' is a sissy word- do I look like a girl to you?"
And it's all Spain can do to keep a straight face- after all, Lovino's smiles are precious.