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Five words...
If Arthur had to describe Antonio in five words, what would they be?
Sweet, that'd definitely be one. Sweet like the smell of the fresh carnations Antonio kept a vase of on their windowsill. If anything could wipe the scowl off of Arthur's face, it was coming home to Antonio, whose precious, smiling face and infectious laughter never failed to brighten up the darkest of days for the Brit. When he got in from work, Arthur could never resist entwining his fingers in his boyfriend's messy curls, leaving them ruffled like the petals of the beautiful red carnations on the windowsill.
Next...
Skilled, maybe? Yeah, that worked. Antonio had many talents; gardening, playing the guitar, singing—Arthur especially liked hearing Antonio sing in his native language—but the one talent of Antonio's that Arthur found the most useful? Cooking. On the rare occasions that Arthur tried to make dinner, he always screwed up horribly (He was still haunted by the time he set the kitchen on fire trying to make some dish that Antonio liked). Fortunately Antonio, 99% of the time found a way to salvage whatever it was Arthur had tried to make, insisting that it was delicious when they ate it.
Now, what else?
Ah, how could he forget romantic? Antonio was such a hopeless bloody romantic, taking every chance he got to say 'I love you' to Arthur. He wouldn't make some grand gesture of it, Antonio would just drop the words on Arthur casually at random intervals, something Arthur was simply too embarrassed to do most of the time. It wasn't the vocal side Arthur enjoyed when it came to Antonio's displays of affection, it was more the physical side he liked. Like Antonio's habit of finding Arthur alone on the sofa, using that as an excuse to curl up next to his English lover, and softly beg for his attention until Arthur gave into his boyfriend's demands, and held him tightly while he planted kisses on every visible part of Antonio's body.
Selfless, that was a good one too.
Whenever anyone he knew was going through a hard time, Antonio always stepped in to help in any way that he could. It just wasn't in Antonio's nature to stand by and do nothing when his friends needed help. As much as Arthur thought it was sweet how much Antonio cared about the people he loved, he always worried that Antonio would wear himself out trying to cater to everyone's needs. Especially since the time the young Spaniard fell ill after losing three days' sleep to help Francis and Gilbert catch up on some work. Antonio insisted he was fine even when he came home with dark circles under his usually bright green eyes, and red cheeks, not wanting to have Arthur worry about him. So needless to say, he did not take kindly to Arthur confining him to their bed, insisting that he get some much-needed rest.
Ok, final word...
Affectionate. If there was one thing Arthur loved about Antonio more than anything else, it was simply how affectionate he was. Every day, without fail, Antonio would always tell Arthur that he loved him, and that he was grateful to have him. That one little, sweet gesture of Antonio's reminded him just how much Antonio cared every single day that they were together.
All of Antonio's little traits and quirks are what keep Arthur so deeply in love with him...
I'm in the mood for fluff, even though it's Halloween...Well, happy Halloween everyone, and I hope you liked this lil' story!
Kitty x