Lovino rolled to his side, giving his back to the morning light filtering through the curtains. His muffled curses were the only sounds in the bedroom as he pressed his face into the pillow.
After some minutes, Lovino felt his shirt being tugged persistently.
"Letgoyouidiot…" Lovino slurred, sure it was Antonio trying to get him to clean the mess he made in the living room last night. He isn't going to do anything when that idiot Spain was here to do it for him.
A childish whine came from behind him that made Lovino frown as he slowly opened his olive eyes.
"Damn it, Spain. It's too early for your shit," he said, annoyance evident in his voice.
The pull continued, but it hesitated as if it was afraid of Lovino's reaction.
Strange. Spain always hugged him after throwing himself on him, or poke his cheeks as he says stupidly, "Good morning, Lovi~" or "Wake up, mi tomate!"
He never is this quiet; it isn't like the bubbly Spaniard Lovino knows.
He sighs tiredly, pushing himself into a sitting position before glancing to his side finding nothing but a curly headed boy sitting beside him, thumb in his mouth.
Lovino just stared at the young child wondering why the hell Antonio left him in his bed. Is this the idiot's idea of a joke? Where did he get the kid? Oh, God… He didn't snatch the kid from the park, did he? We almost got arrested for that little stunt. Hell, the mother almost sued us!
"I knew I shouldn't have let him go out with his freaky friends!" He mumbled angrily, swatting his hair from his eyes.
The mop of brown curls shifted upwards towards Lovino at the sound of his voice. It startled him the impossibly green eyes of the child. Those emerald eyes accented with subtle gold that slowly widened as he stared right into Lovino's eyes.
Pulling out the thumb out of his mouth, the kid gave Lovino a grin that showed small white teeth.
"Lovi!" The boy cooed, and brought his arms up in an attempt to have him carried in Lovino's arm. But, Lovino wasn't paying attention to that, he stared open mouthed at the child.
Too familiar, he thought. The kid looks just like Spain! And, how did the kid knows my name?!
"Lovi! Look at me!" The kid cheered, waving his hands up and down. "I'm small~"
Lovino felt faint as if he ate the rottenest tomato in his garden as the child tried to stand up.
The last thing he remembers is the child reaching out to hold his cheeks with stubby hands, and saying, "You look pale, Lovi... Do you want me to get you some water?"
He sounded so concerned, so sincere, so much like Spain...
And...that's where Lovino's world faded to black.
AN: It's my first time publishing here, and I'm so freaking nervous! But, whatever, it's a new experience for me :)
I have no idea if I'll continue this...
Enjoy~