XnashaMinstrel:Ohhoho!Thisficisactuallyab-dayficformyfellowfangirl-in-arms,JHO14!Ofcourse,sinceinroleplayshe'salwaysRomano,andthemostobvious "PracticallyCanon" pairingforRomanoisSpamano,so...
Yeah. This topic might be slightly overused, but WTF! Classics never grow old!
Enjoy pplz! And HAPPY B-DAY, JHO14!
"Yo, tomato bastard, are you home?"
No one answered. Lovino Vargas just sighed and swore under his breath.
"Fucking tomato bastard, on this day of all days he's not fucking home. Just fucking great."
He tucked the spare key Antonio kept under the welcome mat (oneofthesedaysI willtrashhishousejusttoprovehowdumbheishidinghissparekeyinthemostglaringlyobviousplacepossible).
Lovino took off his dark jacket and chucked it onto his couch. Time to raid the tomato bastard's fridge...
What? That's rude? Lovino didn't. Give. A. Damn.
Okay, maybe he does...
Maybe he does give a damn about the tomato bastard. Maybe he does worry when he gets sick from something or another. And maybe, just maybe, he feels differently about his 'boss' than what he's supposed to feel. Shit! Lovino shook his head violently. C'monRomano,you'regoddamnItaly,forGod'ssake!Getagrip!IfeelNOTHINGextraordinaryaboutthedamnbastard!Butthen...
...WhydoIfeellikesomething'smissingwhenwetalktoeachotherasfriends?
"GAHHHH! I DON'T GET THIS!"
"What don't you get, Lovi?" Whatintarnation?
"What the FU-! How—when did you get in here? And where were you?"
Antonio laughed cheerfully. "Well, this is kinda my house, so that answers your 'how' question, and I had a feeling you would come and raid my fridge again today, so I went grocery shopping. I just got back a few seconds ago. Does that answer all your questions?"
Lovino could feel his face burning up. "Awww, little Lovi looks like a-"
"Don't you dare say it. If you compare me to that fruit I swear I will-"
Antonio then held up one of his bags. "Ha, did you think I would forget what day today is? I went and bought some wine while I was out. Wouldn't want to miss your birthday."
If it was possible at all, his face went even hotter. "Chi—chigi! I..."
"I'm cooking your favorite!"
"...Fine. I'll stay."
The Spainard laughed from the kitchen. "That'll be great!"
Making sure the tomato bastard couldn't hear him, he murmured under his breath:
"I wonder if he understands..."
Iwonderifheunderstands...thatwhenIsayI'mstaying,Imeanmorethanjustfordinner.
Xnasha: ...that was a lot longer on paper...
Ohwell.Thefirstpartwasnice,short,andsicklysweet.Don'tworryJHO14,Toni'snice,short,andsicklysweetpointofviewwillbeupnextweek.
Then...Thingsmightgetreallyinteresting...
Heh heh heh.