TheBoogyman-
Hola mi compadres (my spanish is a fail T-T)! What goes on? Well, here's the continuation of the last fic I promised to write. And for those of you just joining us, reading the previous fic isn't really necessary, but it would be nice to be all caught up in the story. Oh! And since everyone liked the title 'Swimming' I decided to us that.
Hetalia is hereby disclaimed by me! But I totally wish I could buy Lovi and Toni. Also, 'How Doth the Little Crocodile' and 'The Lobster Quadrille' both belong to the late Lewis Carroll.
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"Toni?" Lovino questions, poking his head in the older man's room. It had been 3 days since he came to live with his former boss due to his 'mental instability' and he was having a hard time falling asleep in the new setting. He really hated having to move in with Spain, even though he really loved him. He was all out of sorts here and without Feliciano to complain to, he just had to sit there and mope about it. It wasn't fair; he could handle himself! You attempt suicide a couple dozen times and suddenly you're 'not fit to look after yourself'.
"Hm?" The Spaniard said, not looking up from the guitar in his lap. He seemed to be serenading Nicodemus, his a black kitten with a white tuft of fur on his chest.
"C-can I sleep with you?" The younger man says embarrassedly. This is humiliating! What kind of grown man can't sleep in his own bed?
Antonio looks up at his friend and smiles. He looks so precious and fragile standing there in his over-sized t-shirt and boxers. Almost like a china doll. A yell-y, angry, Italian china doll. The thought makes the old nation smile.
"Of course you can sleep with me, mi amigo." He says happily, patting a spot on the bed between him and the fur-ball. Romano blushes, but comes into the room with little objection, closing the door behind him.
He lets out a sigh as he flops down on the bed and scares the crap out of the small animal who was laying next to Toni. He's exhausted from his busy time with Spain. So far, Lovino had suffered through his 'therapy sessions' with Toni as to avoid visiting an actual therapist. He'd also taken up knitting and guitar because his friend insisted that he needed a hobby. And Toni had completely embarrassed him when Belgium came for dinner by bringing out the baby pictures of 'his little Lovi' in a dress. They'd also gotten a kitten, which Romano completely loved.
"IT'S SO FUCKING CUTE!" Was what he shrieked in sheer delight when he first saw the furry creature.
It seemed everyone was finally settling into a routine and things were just starting to calm down. Of course that probably wouldn't last too long.
These past few days had drained Romano of all his extra energy but he simply couldn't sleep. He was just so lonely in his new room.
He NEEDED to get some sleep tonight, even if it meant sharing a bed with his pedophile of a friend.
Toni turns off the lights and climbs into bed next Lovi. Sighing heavily, Romano feels sleep begin to creep in on him but he can't seem to silence his chaotic thoughts.
"Antonio?" He asks quietly, hoping the Spaniard is still awake.
"Sí, mi amor?"
"I can't sleep." He whispers embarrassedly. Toni has a brilliant idea and shoots up and out of the bed, moving toward his closet. He emerges with a large book in his hands and lays back down in the bed, flicking on the lamp on the nightstand as he goes. Romano has a sudden moment of realization and giggles to himself.
"Are you seriously going to read me a bed-time story? Toni, I'm 22, not 5." He states sarcastically. The Spaniard nods vigorously, flipping through the pages of the leather book. 'Collective works of Lewis Carroll' is printed on the cover. He remembers the book well. Toni used to read it to him as a child. He secretly loved poetry and Lewis Carroll was one of his favorite writers. Romano curls up with Nicodemus and they both give the Spaniard their full attention. Antonio stops at a page toward the end of the book.
"Ooh! You used to love this one!" He says excitedly. Lovino rolls his eyes as the older nation clears his throat and begins.
"How doth the little crocodile
improve his shining tail
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale.
How cheerfully he seems to grin
How neatly spreads his claws
Inviting little fishes in, with gentle smiling jaws." Toni finishes, turning the page. Romano can't help but feel small again. Suddenly, he's back to being the four year old who sat in the Spaniards lap as he listened to him recite his favorite poems for the 1000th time. Antonio looks down at Romano, and when he sees the young man's big green eyes looking up at him expectantly, he continues on.
"'Will you walk a little faster?' said a whiting to a snail.
'There's a porpoise close behind us and his treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle—will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?
"You can really have no notion how delightful it will be
When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!"
But the snail replied, "Too far, too far!" and gave a look askance—
Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance.
"What matters it how far we go?" his scaly friend replied.
"There is another shore, you know, upon the other side.
The further off from England the nearer is to France—
Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance ?"
Antonio takes a breath and is about to continue on to the next poem when notices that Romano has fallen asleep. Smiling, he turns out the light and sets the book aside before kissing Lovi on the forehead and falling asleep too.
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Kk. That's all for today. I hope I can finish another one by the end of the day (I've been typing these on my phone the whole time. Lolol) but today I'm going into Chinatown which is all the way in Manhattan, so no promises! Thanks for reading! Please review!
P.s. I totally just used my cat in this story. =)
P.P.s WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME THE TEXT MESSED UP! GAHH! *dies of embarressment*
P.P.P.s Mkay, it's fixed.