Finally, it's the weekend! Lovino thought as he strutted down the street. I'm so tired of having to work all the time. In truth, Lovino never really had to worry about much. He felt no need to fight in the wars (Antonio had that covered), he wasn't drowning in debt, and nothing destructive was happening. Lovino's days consisted of arguing needlessly and plotting against a certain potato-loving bastard. Besides, if he was working on all the things he should have been, the weekend would be no sort of break at all.
Still, he now crossed his arms and stared ahead with glaring hazel eyes, kicking at the cobblestone street. He studied the Spanish capital of Madrid ruthlessly, even if most people would say it was a beautiful place. It's too loud out here and the smoke stinks. Luckily, Lovino was just passing through. He had no intentions of actually staying in Spain. On the contrary, he had only come because Antonio insisted upon it. And now that he was here, Lovino decided that it was pointless.
"Forget this!" Lovino shouted out. A few chattering passerby jumped and stared at him as if he was crazy. There's no reason I should have to come here just because he tells me to! That bastard can handle being without me every second of the day. Besides, I hate being in this stupid town! "Dammit, why does he always have to be in such loud places?!"
"Lovi?" a familiar voice made itself clear only aways behind Lovino. "Lovi!" Before Lovino had any time to react, he felt that man clasp his hands over his shoulders and pull Lovino into a hug. Curse words were already pouring from Lovino's lips as he struggled to tip his head back. "You actually came!" A man with sparkling green eyes, dark and curly hair, and an annoyingly wide smile grinned down at Lovino.
"Dammit, let me go!" Lovino seethed, cheeks glowing pink. Antonio chuckled and loosened his grip, allowing Lovino to break away and spin to face him. "What was that about?!"
"Sorry, Lovi, I couldn't help it!" Antonio said. "I didn't think you'd actually come. This is the first time I didn't have to drag you over!"
"Shut up, I was already leaving. I hate this city. I don't even know why I came!"
"Yeah, I know!" Antonio looked like he was about to burst with excitement. "That's why I rented a summer home for when you came over!" He stood there, arms extended expectantly, eyes twinkling. Meanwhile, Lovino was at a loss of words thanks to Antonio's stupid generosity.
"You did... What?" Lovino finally asked (after a very long and uncomfortable silence).
"It's this pretty house, with a big garden and open sky everywhere! There's no other houses for miles, so it's really quiet and the air isn't all smoky!" Antonio said. "What do you think?"
"Uh... Um..." Lovino furrowed his brow, trying to find the words. "It's stupid. If you're there, it's not going to be quiet. And if there aren't any houses for miles, that means you can do whatever the hell you want to me!"
"Lovi, we've lived together before!" Antonio whined. "I've never done anything bad to you!"
"Yes you have! You're always hugging me and calling me 'Lovi~' and all sorts of other stupid things!" Antonio rolled his eyes, giving a slight chuckle in response. "If you got a country house, why're you in Madrid?"
"Because, Lovi!" Antonio sighed. "Like I said before, I always end up having to drag you over!"
"Whatever. I'm going home now." Lovino spun on his heel and began to stomp away.
"Aha, I knew you'd do that, Lovi!" Next thing Lovino knew, he felt a hand wrap around his elbow and pull him backwards.
"Hey! No! Stop, dammit!" Lovino tried to wrest his arm from Antonio's grip, but it was futile. The older man was a heck of a lot stronger, and once his mind was set, he wasn't easily swayed.
"This is going to be so fun, Lovino!"
*A very long and rather eventless walk then proceeded. Well, it was loud, but that noise was pretty one-sided. Hence, the walk was eventless.*
"How does it look?" Antonio folded his arms proudly, staring at his summer home. It was a beautiful two-story villa. Of course, it had a large garden in the back, ripe tomatoes already blooming (Lovino cursed inwardly when he realized that his mouth was watering). For some reason, there was a huge pool in the front. The setting sun painted the water a warm orange.
"This is too much. And why a pool?"
"Aww, I knew Lovi would love it!" Antonio cooed, wrapping his arms around Lovino's neck.
"That's not what I said!"
"It doesn't matter what you said. I can see it in your eyes." In only a few moments, Antonio was a few feet back, rubbing an aching jaw.
"Bastard, that's what you get!" Lovino crossed his arms and looked over to the setting sun. It was getting dark out, and a crisp chill tussled his hair. Lovino shivered slightly. "Now show me inside before it gets too dark." Antonio blinked in surprise at the sudden change of tone, but nodded nonetheless.
The inside of the villa was just as polished and cozy as the outside. Off to the left was a dining room, furnished with a sturdy table and love-seats instead of chairs. Noticing this, Lovino's eyebrow twitched in annoyance. Beyond that was a small kitchen. Boxes of pasta stacked upon each other, and a bowl of ruby-red tomatoes lay beside that. At this detail, Lovino's hands curled into fists. To the right was a plain living room, with plush couches, a coffee table, and a variety of bottled wines on top of it. Not to mention the silver-framed photo of Lovino as a child. Okay, that was too much. Lovino spun around and threw a punch at the Spaniard, who made sure to dodge just in time.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, YOU BASTARD?"
"I was just trying to make you feel at home!" Antonio said. Lovino couldn't help but notice the amusement riding in his voice.
"You better not have done anything to my bedroom!" Lovino threatened, pulling back his arm.
"Nothing too drastic." Antonio winked. Without a second thought, Lovino raced up the stairs straight ahead, where the bedrooms should have been. But when he got up there, there was only a huge luxury bathroom and one room. That room had only one round bed in the center, red bed curtains skimming the floor around it.
"V-Very funny, jerk." Lovino laughed weakly. "So I guess my bedroom's downstairs?" he turned to the man who had followed him up, a flimsy smile flickering on his face.
"Huh? No, we're sharing a room." Antonio said. Lovino's jaw dropped.
"THAT'S THE FINAL STRAW, YOU DAMN BASTARD!" This time, Lovino got ready to kick him. Just as Antonio braced himself, a loud growl interrupted them. Antonio gave a playful simper to the Italian, who was as red as a tomato as he glanced down to his stomach.
"Hungry?" Antonio asked. "No... Was it the squirrels?"
"Shut up. Right now. I mean it." Lovino flushed. "It's your fault for not feeding me."
"Is that a command for dinner?" Antonio pointed down the stairs. "So, pasta then?"
"Yes." Lovino mumbled. "Pasta."
"Awww, Lovi~!" Antonio ran his hand through Lovino's hair, messing it up as much as he could whilst staying away from the curl.
"Just go make the pasta!" Lovino snapped, slapping his hand away and trying to flatten his hair. Hell, he'd had enough of Antonio's coddling. The dinner, at least, better be good.