Hey, this is Reed, and these are 300-word prompts I've written and wanted to share! If anyone wants a story based on a prompt, feel free to leave a review!
Characters: South Italy
Words: 300
Rating: T
Bzzzt. Bzzzt. Bzzzt.
"You have one new message."
"Motherfucking hell, it's three in the goddamn morning…"
With a grimace, Lovino swatted blindly at his phone until the light vanished. One thing that everyone should know is that you /don't/ wake this Italian up. Not in the morning, even when he's supposed to have been up two hours ago, not during his siesta, and /definitely/ not at three in the morning. What kind of person is even awake right now? With a grumble, the offending phone was shoved under a pillow, to be ignored, as he tried to go back to sleep. He'd bitch at the person for waking him up in the morning, when he wasn't so fuckin—
Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.
"You have two new messages."
"Son of a bitch!" Now fully removed from the calls of sleep, fatigue clawing at his bones and trying to call him back, Lovino grumpily pushed himself into a sitting position. He stuffed his hand into his pillow to try feeling the small piece of plastic circuitry.
Bzzt. Bzz— With a growl, he finally dragged the phone to his face. "I fucking heard you the first time, goddamn thing," He swore, eyes squinted as his retinas ached. With a clumsy swipe of the screen with three fingers, the phone unlocked.
"…fucking hell, Gilbert?!" Potato Blight shone from the phone in white letters. "I'm going to kill yo—" The swearing cut off a moment as green eyes took in the first message. "Meet me here, Lovino," it said, beneath it a short address. It was too early for Lovino to recall where the address was off the top of his head.
A quick swipe had the second message: "Handcuffs. Sound like a plan?"
Lovino was up and out of bed like lightning, ungodly time forgotten.