"Oi, bastard, let's go!'
"Coming Roma!"
Antonio walked out into the hall to find Lovino waiting by the door. Lovino was already dressed in his finest winter wear. With his arms across his chest and his foot tapping impatiently, Lovino eyed Antonio with agitation.
"Took you long enough!" he cried. "C'mon, let's go!"
Lovino grabbed Antonio's hand and ran out of the door. Before they crossed the threshold, Antonio grabbed a scarf from the coat rack. When the pair stumbled outside, they were greeted by tiny, white falling snowflakes. The snow was quick to dust their clothes and their hair. Snow covered the ground in one thick layer.
Lovino and Antonio were headed for their local market. They were planning to bake cookies, or at least Antonio was. Lovino just wanted to eat the cookies when they were finished. He begrudgingly agreed to go to the market.
At the market laughter of children filled the air. Clutching candy canes to their chests, these children giggled and ran through the legs of the passing adults. One of these children bumped into Lovino, which in turn made him bump into Antonio. Antonio reached out and grabbed Lovino's hand. Lovino turned bright red and made several sputtering sounds, but he didn't let go.
They finished buying all the ingredients necessary for baking the cookies and headed back towards their house. Seeing as it was rather chilly out, Antonio wrapped his scarf around not only himself, but Lovino as well. By this time Lovino wasn't complaining.
The pair quickly made their way home and began baking. The kitchen soon took on the appearance of a war zone. Bowls, spoons, measuring utensils, and other cooking supplies were stacked precariously in the sink. Flour, sugar, and bits of cookie dough coated every imaginable surface possible. After what seemed to be a couple hours of labor, the cookies were in and out of the oven like that!
Antonio brought them out on a tray, into the living room. If anything, he was not expecting to see Lovino sitting by the fireplace, with two mugs of hot chocolate beside him. Antonio placed the cookies next to the hot chocolate, and found his way next to Lovino.
Pulling Lovino into his lap, Antonio smiled.
"These cookies aren't too bad, if I do say so myself!"
Lovino made an unintelligible grumbling noise before biting into his own cookie.
"What was that, Lovi?" Antonio inquired.
"These cookies aren't that bad."
With that small compliment, Antonio began to gush. And yet again, Lovino made an unintelligible remark.
"Roma, you really need to speak up more! What did you say?"
"Merry Christmas bastard."
"Merry Christmas too you too, Roma!"
They sat like that for quite some time; sipping their hot chocolate, eating their cookies, watching the fire, and just enjoying each other's company.
Here's a fluffy little Spamano fic!
I don't own Hetalia in any way, shape, or form.
