"Fuck you, tomato bastard! Look at what you did! You interrupted my siesta! And now I can't go back to sleep!"
Lovino threw off the blankets, face red with fury. He was about to drift off to Dreamland, when the bastard came in, slamming the door. He didn't have to fucking slam the door, damn it! He sat up, glaring at the Spaniard, daring him to say anything-or even make a move.
"What did I do?" Antonio asked, oblivious to what he had done.
Lovino face palmed and flopped back down on the pillows, groaning loudly.
Sometimes Antonio was like that. He wouldn't notice things until someone told him. Guy couldn't even take a hint if someone liked him. Lovino didn't know if he was really like that or if he was just putting on an act. Or if he even had a brain. The Spaniard was just way too dense.
"Ugh, never mind. You're way too dumb to even notice it, let alone acknowledge it."
"Lovi, what? What did I do? Did I do something wrong? If I did, then I'll make it up to you." The Spaniard proposed, sitting down on the edge of the mattress and rubbing the legs underneath the sheets.
The grumpy Italian snorted, jerking away and wrapping the tomato patterned blanket further around himself in an attempt to fall back asleep again. 3:00 PM in the afternoon was usually reserved for siesta. And Lovino loved his sweet, precious siesta on time. It was one of the things he actually took seriously.
It was now 3:20, Lovino concluded, after a quick peep at the digital clock on the bedside table. Antonio had just wasted 20 minutes of his time. Damn Spaniard.
"Lovi?"
"Fine. You want to make it up to me?" Lovino asked, finally relenting and sitting up to face his Spanish lover.
Antonio raised his eyebrows in a silent question, eager to know how he could calm down the angry Italian. An angry Italian was not a good thing.
"You can fucking get out of the room and never come back in unless you finally learn how to open and close a door properly."
"Lovi! Come on! I was, well- I closed the door with-I was in a hurry, ok?"
"Well then, maybe the next time you're in a fucking hurry to go to our room, learn how not to be in a fucking hurry-you make a lot of noise, you know! Which interrupts my siesta!"
"Last time you said that you wanted me to be with you whenever you took a siesta, and since I was running late, I was in a hurry to-"
"Shut up! Just get in the bed!" Lovino shouted, annoyed that he had already lost the argument before Antonio had even finished speaking.
"Gracias, querido." Antonio smiled, taking off his slippers and climbing next to the Italian, the soft cotton mattress sinking under his weight. He slid an arm around the smaller man's waist, snuggling up top him. Lovino grumbled, but didn't say anything.
He was nuzzling his boyfriend's hair when he heard him mutter, "You still haven't made it up to me, though."
"What? Isn't sleeping with you enough already?" Antonio teased, laughing lightly.
After noticing the scowl on his Lovi's face, he decided to just make it up to him instead of facing an angry Italian for the rest of the day-worse, a week. (And angry Italians are absolutely no good.)
"Ok, fine. What do you want me to do then?" he asked, sucking back his smile and turning over Lovino so he was facing him.
"Since you can't fucking learn how to open and close a door without slamming it-" Lovino pressed a finger to Antonio's lips, to avoid any interruptions.
"I'm going to give you an easier task." He wrapped his arms around the Spaniard's neck, leaning in.
"Really? What is it?" Antonio smirked, loving the direction this situation was going to.
Just as their lips were going to make contact, Lovino diverted his attention towards the Spaniard's ear.
The words he heard weren't exactly the ones he was expecting. In fact, it was quite the opposite.
"Fare le mie faccende per un messe."