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Chapter 1: Not a morning person (Spamano)

There was a reason Lovino and Antonio agreed that Lovino was the one who made breakfast each morning. Lovino was a morning person. Antonio, simply, was not.

In all fairness, Lovino enjoyed making breakfast and it was only fair when Antonio was the one who made dinners. The two just worked that way. Lovino would much rather focus on preparing a meal at the peak of his day, the time when he was the most awake, than when he was beat after a long day of work. Antonio was the same, except that the time of day he was at his 'peak' was after he had been awake for a while and had things to work on. The two complimented each other.

So, each morning, Lovino woke up early, an arm draped around his side and a nose nuzzled to his neck, in a sort of pleasant mood. He couldn't very well admit that he was relatively happy with his stupid Spanish boyfriend curled up, dead asleep, at his side, but that didn't change the fact that it woke him everyday with a small, sleepy smile on his face. In the mornings, Lovino never woke up late enough that he was in a hurry to get to work. This meant, every morning Lovino could take his time before sneaking out of the bed. Most people wouldn't take him for the kind of person who would care about waking someone from their sleep. Most people thought a lot about Lovino.

Lovino closed the door to the dark bedroom softly before turning down the hall. Antonio was a heavy sleeper, so, now that Lovino was out of the room, he didn't bother worrying about making any noises or sounds that would disturb him. Now, Lovino walked across the apartment's living room to arrive in the kitchen where he started the coffee machine, a crucial necessity in their mornings.

Lovino always took his coffee black which meant that, once the pot was brewed, all he had to do was pour himself a cup and take a seat at the bar stool on the other side of the kitchen. He leaned his elbows against the counter before him, both hands surrounding the warm mug as he watched the bright light of the sun illuminate the late morning outside the window. It was Saturday which meant that it was both his and Antonio's day off of work. This also meant the two had slept in and that, because of this, Lovino didn't expect his boyfriend out of bed for at least another couple of hours.

On this particular morning though, a rather tired-looking Antonio walked in not long after Lovino had sat himself at that stool. His feet shuffled as he struggled to carry himself over to the coffee maker.

The sight never ceased to amuse Lovino and, though he had learned to have better judgment against it, he couldn't help remarking, "The dead is risen."

Lovino covered a hand over his smirking mouth as Antonio shot him what Lovino had come to know as one of Antonio's "morning looks." Antonio wasn't normally a very scary guy. It really took a lot to make him angry (in which case, Lovino recommended you run) but in the mornings, Antonio was just plain irritable. He couldn't help it. Like Lovino had said, he just wasn't a morning person. It was actually something Antonio was quite embarrassed about when he was fully awake, but, in which case, Lovino found rather cute and endearing.

Not that Antonio needed to know that. (Okay, so maybe Lovino had told him once or twice, but that was something not even Antonio could prove ever happened!)

Lovino took a sip of his coffee as he watched Antonio prepare his own cup. Antonio always took sugar. Two and a half spoonfuls was what the idiot always said and that was exactly how much he put into his cup then, before he began stirring. Lovino had always wondered what the point of a nice tasting coffee was when the person consuming it was half brain-dead as they drank it. He doubted Antonio could taste anything at this time of the morning.

After finishing with his stirring, Antonio set the spoon on the counter and took a sip from his mug. He then shuffled over to sit next to Lovino on the second and only other bar stool. Lovino bit his lip to keep from laughing when Antonio's muddled mind caused him to almost fall off the stool. Instead, Lovino put a hand on his boyfriend's back to steady him.

"Good morning." Lovino said, a hint of teasing in his voice. It was the time of the day that Lovino was soft enough to restrain from his 'bastard's and 'jerk's- at least, until Antonio was a little more conscious of his surroundings.

Lovino received a grunt in reply, to which he rolled his eyes. For a while, the two sat in silence, sipping at their steaming coffees. Lovino looked around the room and out the window. Every once in a while he would sneak a look at the sluggish person beside him who was slowly becoming more aware of the world with each swig on his hot drink.

Lovino loved to mess with Antonio in the mornings. It wasn't all the time that Lovino got to piss his boyfriend off in good nature and, if he were honest, Lovino thought Antonio's sleepy reactions were cute to watch. It was a good thing Lovino didn't value honesty at the top of his list of morals.

Lovino leaned to his left, nudging Antonio with his elbow and drawing an immediate reaction from his partner.

"No, Lovi." There wasn't any malice in the Spaniard's voice, just exhaustion. Antonio had come to expect this sort of thing on Saturday mornings and Lovino merely rolled his eyes at being found out.

"Alright, asshole. I'm going to go watch TV on the couch." Lovino said as he stood and carried his coffee cup to the sink, "Join me when you know the difference between a pea and a tennis ball." Lovino knew Antonio would join him whether he had woken up or not. Lovino was alright with that though because it wasn't as if Antonio needed any brain functionality to sit on a couch and, like he had said, he found his sleepy boyfriend rather endearing.

Perhaps Lovino was a little insensitive to Antonio's morning blues, but it wasn't as if he were being mean… well, overly mean. It wasn't anything Antonio wouldn't forgive like waking him up by pretending there was a fire. Wow, that sounded like a shitty way to wake up whether one isn't a morning person or not.

So Lovino went into the living room and flipped on the television. He tucked his socked feet under him and awaited his idiot boyfriend to get in there with him.

Lovino loved Saturdays.

There was numerous times that Spain got in a fight so early in the morning. One of the main reason about this was that he was never and ever the type to be hyper at the start of the day. Back in his empire days his colonies (before Romano came to his house) always described him as a nightmare awakened by the unwanted visitation from the sun.

Most of the people he often clashed with during those time of the day were Netherlands and Portugal. Sometimes Philippines also when the Asian country was under his command, Spain would never understand the ability of Philippines to wake up in the early hours (like 4:00am or much earlier) and then go back to sleep once the sun start to cause unbearable heat. For this reason the two of them often clashed because Spain initially thought that Philippines were being lazy whenever he found the small Asian taking a nap.

When Romano came, things became a little bit bearable, or so what his other colonies said. Some of his charges were a bit jealous also on how Spain treated his 'cute tomato'. Even if he had a certain temperament whenever he woke up to start the day he could never be really angry towards Romano even if he had a potty mouth. Maybe Belgium thought South Italy a few things also on how the house of Spain works because when times that Spain was really irritated (most likely reason was that he woke up from a dream where England had beaten him) first thing in the morning, Romano would make himself as quiet as a mouse while still following Spain around.

As time passed though, Spain started to appreciate waking hours if only for a little bit. When he and Romano started going out more so. He really loved each morning whenever he woke up and saw Romano cooking in the kitchen and letting Spain to drink his coffee in peace or the times that his cute South Italy started to be playful because he thought that Spain was not coherent enough to understand what was happening. Honestly, Spain knew that Romano was having a great time teasing him when the grumpiness was making his happy-go-lucky attitude completely down. Contrary to popular belief, no nation was really oblivious or dumb. All of them had their own fair shares or wars and betrayals, they just want to act like it as a defense mechanism to heal or guard their fragile heart.

But with Romano, Spain never really need to guard his heart. No, Spain would be happy to lay his heart in front of his love and let him decide what to do with it. Times had changed and Spain was not that much of a controlling nation compared to his past self. He didn't know what good thing he had done back in his past to be rewarded by such a loving partner who would protect his brittle heart from all harm.

So Spain learned to treasure this early mornings despite having a one sided hate for the joyful sun whom always invaded his house with its uninvited rays of light.

Also, he got a lot of cuddles from Romano before he was fully awake and functioning.

So, really, he learned to love the waking process for a little bit.

Just for the cuddles.

"Antonio."

"Hm?"

"Get. Off. I know you are fully awake now."

"Why?" he whined and nuzzled deeper between the space of Romano's neck and shoulder.

"Because."

"Why?~"

"Ugh, fine. Five more minutes."

"Thank you, Lovi~ I love you!"

Yes, just for the cuddles.