It was late when the sound of a creaking door sounded in Antonio's ear. The clock read 9:28PM, and because of that, he knew exactly who it was.
"Lovi!~"
Antonio called out to the male as he took off his coat and walked towards the couch to relax. It wasn't until Lovino completely relaxed when he noticed Antonio's presence.
"So? What the fuck do you want, bastard?"
Antonio had his arms spread out wide behind Lovino, ready to hug him, but at the question, he brought his arms down and rested his right hand on his chin. What did he want? No, that was a silly question to ask Antonio, of course he knew what he wanted, and that was to live with Lovino. Always. Forever.
For a second, Antonio's smile faltered, though he quickly recovered it, "Oh Lovi, what do you mean by that?" He asked dumbfounded, happily making his way closer to the male sitting on the couch though he decided last-minute that he actually would have preferred sitting next to Lovino and not standing behind him.
Lovino hung his head and closed his eyes, heaving a heavy sigh, and mumbling a barely audible; 'Fucking asshole' then rose his head to look at Antonio, opening his eyes, and glaring at him. "I meant, where the fuck is my dinner?" He said rather sharply.
"Ah…" Antonio had completely forgotten. Well, it was obviously Lovino's fault for being so absolutely adorable first thing when he got home on Wednesdays. He chuckled to himself, leaning down to nip at Lovino's cheek, peering at the light blush appearing on his face before slowly making his way to the kitchen while humming a lively tune. "What would you like for dinner then, Lovi?" He asked, not looking back at the Italian for an answer since he already knew the answer. It was always pasta. Antonio called Wednesdays Pasta-nesday for a reason, but after a few seconds, he began preparing the dish, continuing his unfinished tune.
Lovino grunted in annoyance, "If you already know, then don't ask, asshole." He replied.
A short while later, the TV turned on, forcing Antonio to stop humming in fear of Lovino snapping back at him for disrupting his 'show' even though Antonio knew that he was usually only skimming through the channels to past time.
It was seriously a crime for someone being so cute.
Within no time at all, a sweet aroma filled the air, allowing Antonio to catch the slight noise of the grumbling stomach of Lovino. It was such a rare and strange sound, that it brought a smile stretching from ear to ear.
He set the plates on the table and waltzed his way back to Lovino, but stopped himself in his tracks when he found him intensely watching football. With a low chuckle, Antonio carefully and quietly made his way to stand directly behind the Italian. A thin mischievous grin appeared on his face as he leaned down to the younger country and puffed into his left ear. "Mi tomate, dinner is ready." He whispered, resisting the urge to kiss the ear in front of him.
Lovino, like always, was quick to react. He turned around while jumping from the couch, throwing a clumsy punch at Antonio with his right hand, and covering his ear with his left. His face was as red as a tomato. "W-what the fuck?!" He yelled, stumbling over his own words and mumbling Italian curses too fast to understand.
Antonio dodged the punch and flashed an innocent smile, before turning his head to the kitchen. "I was telling you that dinner was ready! ~" He laughed, running his hand through his brown hair as if it was the most obvious thing ever. When he turned his attention back to Lovino, he found himself at a loss of words. Lovino was clenching his ear like his dear life depended on it, and his face flushed a deep red to the ends of his ears.
"My god! Tell me that like a fucking normal person would then!"
"Aw, but we aren't humans, we're nations!... Lo siento, your blushing face is just so cute~"
"You-!...Tch"
Lovino's face was now back to his normal shade (though still a little bright on the ears), and he was no longer covering his ear, but was instead glaring daggers at Antonio with a slight pout. It only lasted for a second until it switched into a full on glare, but as usual, Antonio couldn't understand why he was mad. He paused, thinking about it for a split second before his brain began overheating, so he simply shrugged it off with a thin smile and followed him to the dining table.
Antonio took his usual spot across from Lovino, but instead of eating his pasta, rested his head on his palm, and stared at the Italian boy as he ate his. Ahh, his beautiful olive eyes always softened when he ate pasta. He giggled to himself, "I made sure to add plenty of tomatoes this time too!" He said playfully towards Lovino before stuffing his mouth with pasta so he'd have a reasonable excuse for not responding when Lovino snapped.
But instead, the sound of clinking silverware resounded in Antonio's ears, and he looked up from his plate to see Lovino giving his plate of pasta a hard stare. "...Like I give a fuck." He growled, not breaking his contact with his pasta and rising from his chair with a loud scraping noise. Antonio's eyes widened as he watched Lovino turn away from the table and make his way towards the hallway.
"W-wait! Lovi!" He desperately called after him, but when his attempts seemed futile, Antonio decided to finish his dinner and then later consult his frustrated lover.
Why was he even angry? Did teasing him trigger him? No, teasing Lovino never made him this angry. Then, was it the comment about the tomatos? But, Antonio knew that he and Lovino loved tomatoes. It shouldn't have even mattered that he even mentioned it. The honestly last option Antonio had was to guess that it was something that happened before he got home, but when he arrived, Lovino was acting completely normal.
Seriously, Antonio was not used to thinking this deep, though he used to do it all the time. It wasn't like he couldn't think anymore, but more like, he'd spent the last few decades in such peace and relaxation that he'd forgotten how. He was steadily doing it again though. Slowly relearning how to care for the world around him. As stupid as that sounded anyway.
He placed his empty plate in the sink and returned Lovino's untouched plate to the leftovers. From there, Antonio quietly made his way to his bedroom. He creaked open the door and peaked inside. "Lovi, are you in here?" No response, "Lovi?" Antonio glanced towards the bed. It was empty. As if not touched for years, though it was true that Lovino hadn't slept there since then. He sighed and left the room, closing the door behind him. If he was angry, but wasn't in his room, where would Lovino be?
As the thought flew through his mind, a spark went off in his mind and flashed in Antonio's eyes as a sly smile snuck its way into the corners of his mouth. "Lovvii~ Where are you?~" He sung, thin giggles escaping his lips. He took his sweet time walking down the hallway with a soft hum resting on his lips. He fell silent when he reached the door, and swung it open. He called out again, "Lovin-"
Antonio cut himself off. There was a lump. A lump on his bed, and nothing could make him happier than seeing that. A huge grin laid on his lips as he placed a hand onto the blanket. "Lovi, why are you angry?" He asked cautiously, maintaining a thin smile and keeping his volume low and voice gentle. The male below him shuffled, gripping the blanket tighter over his head. He huffed and brought his knees to his chest.
"Spain,"
"Hm?"
"Do you remember what day it is today?"
"Umm, wednesday...?"
"..."
"December 24th?"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"OOHH! Christmas Eve!"
Everything seemed to snap together all at once in that moment; the reason why Lovino was mad, the reason why everyone was trying to clear their schedules for the past month. Everything just clicked together so perfectly.
The huge grin from before reappeared on Antonio's lips with a hint of mischievousness as he clutched the blanket wrapped around Lovino. He was obviously much stronger than Lovino so ripping the blanket away from him was just a tint of trouble thanks to his absolute stubbornness. When Lovino's figure was completely exposed, he laid a hand on his shoulder and forced him to his back. "AHH! CUTE CUTE CUUTTEE!~~" He exclaimed excitedly as he trapped him in between his knees.
Oh, but Lovino struggled. He struggled with a flushed face that didn't make his situation any better. Rather, it flipped a switch inside Antonio's head.
"You fucking bastard! Get the hell off me!" Lovino yelled, twisting his body to loosen the grip Antonio had on him. Instead, Antonio leaned down and pecked him on the lips, dragging his tongue along his entire bottom lip. He pulled away with the same goofy smile on his face as Lovino felt a hand slid up his shirt.
"W-wait!" Lovino stuttered, placing his palms on Antonio's chest and pushing him back away from him. He was already weak from the kiss so the push had a very low success rate at pushing the older man away.
He adverted his eyes when he found Antonio staring straight at him, and it wasn't one where he seemed to see through him either. It was a deep, understanding, and kind way his eyes stared into his. It was patient and full of love; as if tell Lovino that he was needed. Telling Lovino that no one else mattered but him, that he was so so loved by the man on top of him.
Lovino's face burned an even darker red by that time and he gave up on trying to get Antonio off him. Instead he focused his entire being to cool his burning face and used his hands to cover his face.
From above him, Lovino could hear soft laughter as the sensation of the hand slowly disappeared. "Haha. You really are so cute, Lovi~" Antonio cooed, placing his hands on top of Lovino's and releasing him from his grip then flopping down beside him. He carefully tore his hands from his face and smiled at his still flushed face. "You're more beautiful this way. Don't hide your face, Lovino." He murmured to him, gently placing a kiss on his palm.
Lovino squirmed under Antonio's touch and words, but still snapped with his words. "D-don't use such fucking girly terms on me! You're such an idiota, you know?" He said to the hispanic man with a scowl and pulled back his hand. The other only kept smiling and wrapped his arm around Lovino's waist.
He yawned and rested his forehead on the others'. "Yes...But I'm your idiota." He laughed, recalling how many times they'd been through the exact argument. "Come on, Lovi, let's go to sleep. We wouldn't want to miss Santa now, would we?" He joked a bit more, hearing a soft groan from Lovino. He'd gone back to normal, that much Antonio could tell.
"Don't be fucking ridiculous, Spain. I can't believe you'd actually say something like that." Lovino sighed, staring up into the eyes of his lover and ignoring the slight pout appearing on Antonio's face. He shook his head, scraping his forehead with the other though not really minding. He suppressed a yawn and snuggled closer to Antonio, breaking their connection and burying his head in Antonio's chest. "Mmhm, let's go to sleep. Good night." He said quickly to a surprised Antonio and squeezed his eyes shut, returning the embrace.
"Haha. Good night, Lovi. Te amo." Antonio whispered, sure that the other could hear him and rested his chin on his head. He sighed, content with how they embraced each other and closed his eyes, happiness fluttering around in his stomach.
And just like that, they both fell asleep, unaware of the surprises Christmas day would bring them.
A/N:
Hello everyone, it's me, Xenia again. I hope you all like where this fic is heading and how I expressed the two. Of course, the next chapter with be during Christmas day, but I'll be very busy tomorrow, so it'll have to wait until I have time to work on it to get the second chapter out. I really appreciate all of you who read this, and I'm really happy that you gave my story a chance! Haha, I'm really sorry about changing the points of view so often. I'll try not to do that so often in my next chapters. Also, constructed criticism is very much appreciated and the rating is M just in case! Thank you again, so much for reading my story, and I hope I didn't disappoint you with anything!