"I really, really, really hate your 'r' sounds," Lovino muttered, looking up from his 'Beginner's Guide to French' book. Francis chuckled, looking away from the food to smile at him.

"Oh? And here I was under the impression that you loved everything about me," he teased, dodging the pencil Lovino threw at him with ease.

"Why can't you just roll them like a normal person instead of this…this weird…" Lovino gargled in an attempt to speak a French 'r', and Francis snorted.

"How elegant," he said, turning back to the food. "It really isn't that difficult, you know. If I learned Italian for you, I think it's only fair that you learn French for me. Half of our words are practically the same, anyway…"

Lovino rolled his eyes. "No shit. I already know a lot of French – I just can't do your stupid 'r'. I was hoping this book would give me some pointers…" He sighed, setting it down and leaning back in his chair. "But, nothing on that front. I can definitely understand you, though. You're right about the languages being similar…we both took the same root words."

"Right." He smiled. "'See you tomorrow' is 'a domani' in Italian, correct?" He stirred the pot quickly, looking into it curiously. "It's 'À demain' in French…" Francis put the lid on the pot and turned to Lovino, smiling sheepishly. "I ought to be honest with you. I don't really know Italian…I did learn some, but a lot of what I say is guesswork based off French."

Lovino snorted, shrugging and glancing up from the book. "I kinda figured. I can tell when you're feeding me bullshit…but we're both Romance languages. Makes sense." He stood from his chair, making his way to Francis's side and putting an arm around him without a word. With his free hand, he lifted the lid of the pot and inhaled. "…onions?" he said curiously. Francis nodded.

"I liked your recipe but I thought it needed a little kick." He smiled. "So I chopped a bit of onion…I also added a bit of zucchini, just for taste."

Lovino sighed dramatically, resting his head on Francis's shoulder so the other man couldn't see him smile. "You're always fucking with my recipes like that. Don't you think you should learn to leave well enough alone?"

"If I did that, I wouldn't have you." Francis put his arm around Lovino's waist in return, ignoring his answering grumble looking down into the pot. "…oh, look. It looks like a happy face." He smiled as Lovino laughed, carefully placing the lid back on the pot.

"You're a dork…" Lovino mumbled, nudging him with his elbow and leaning up to kiss his cheek. "Good thing I love that about you." He sighed, stretching his arms and pulling away from Francis. "I'm gonna go take a quick shower. I'm feeling kinda gross."

Francis smiled with amusement, giving him a small wave. "I'll call you when dinner's ready?"

Lovino nodded, smirking at him. "Yeah. Try not to add any more weird stuff."

(AN: I know some of you will be wondering, so the pairing name is 'Framano'. Just something short while I attempt to break free of writer's block.)