Tumblr prompt: (miss-sora-chan) "Alright! Spamano, modern-ish, spain walks in on Romano dancing by himself and after watching for a bit joins him."
Change of pace
Normally when the front door bangs closed behind him the music stops immediately, Lovino very much aware of Antonio's presence in the house.
Today the music continues. Interesting.
It's when Lady Gaga's voice gets to, "Hot like Mexico," that the Spaniard finds himself poking his head around the door, Lovino dancing in their bedroom as he folds clothes for a nice change of pace (well, not Antonio's clothes, just Lovino's, but still an improvement).
He has to admit, the Italian's got some good Spanish moves as he sweeps across the room, one hand to his chest in a classic pose, singing the refrain. And when he gets to the names, a part that Antonino normally cringes at because of how many people somehow butcher the pronunciation, Lovino makes his boyfriend proud.
"Alejandro, Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro," and between the ass shaking and off-key singing the time to move comes. "Ale-Alejandro," and Lovino spins. "Stop!"
The man's lungs seem to empty of air as he's caught by strong, dark arms, green eyes glinting down at him in amusement. "Shall I let you go?" Antonino teases, trying to steal a kiss. That's when he gets smacked in the face.
"Fuck you!" At least, he reflects, it was nice for a while.