That Spaniard. That fucking Spaniard.
(On second thought, maybe Feliciano is right and Lovino should mix up his expletives a bit, because using the word 'fucking' and 'Spaniard' over and over again might give the wrong impression.)
Still. That fucking goddamn Spaniard.
(It really isn't fair, either, that these sort of thoughts should be in his head in the middle of Mass when he's staring up at the Virgin Mother and all he can think about very un-virgin thoughts like Antonio's eyes burning at him through the shadows and the feel of suntanned skin beneath his hands and dark curls tangled in his fingers.)
Though, a part of him places the blame elsewhere, like a Pope with a name like Francis who doesn't say a word when Lovino shows up to meetings with his buttons mismatched and his hair in a state of disarray, who only smiles politely and asks if the Spanish consulate is in Rome this time of year before moving onto business.
Really, who does that?
("I don't care what you do in your spare time, Romano Italy, just as long as you are faithful to the Trinity."
Despite it all, he sort of likes this man. At least he's not a drunk like Julius was.)
"Amen."
He doesn't like it though. The holy host weighs down on his tongue as he leaves down the center aisle, bitter and heavy like a pill that he doesn't like that he has to swallow, and Lovino tries to clear all thoughts of it from his mind the way he always does, the it'll never happen agains and the it was only one times that he always tries to convince himself is true.
(Commandant Number 3: Thou shalt not lie.)
"Lovino, you ready to go?"
"Shut up, you bastard, why are you always waiting for me at the door?"
"You shouldn't be swearing in a church, you know. It's not polite in God's house."
"I can do whatever the hell I want, just shut up and let's go."
And Antonio just chuckles and reaches for his hand and Lovino scoffs and feels his face begin to burn as their fingers intertwine, sunlight from cathedral windows warm on their hair, and as they head out onto the street outside, all Lovino can think is that, whether it's right or not, God would probably understand.
Another fossil from the fluff war. I've got like fifteen of these. Yikes.
Also I think Lovino and the current Pope would get along swell. Francis is pretty good guy. Then again, the Catholic church is still a ways away from being that open...but hey I can dream.
Hetalia does not belong to me.
Mischief Managed!