Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, however much I may want it.
Rated T for Romano, but it could also be K+ in my opinion...
I know I said it's a sequel of sorts, but it's not necessary to read the previous morning story. So without any more interruptions, enjoy!
Like any other normal day in his house, Antonio woke up and stretched. Then he proceeded to go downstairs and get the eggs and tomatoes out of the fridge. When he laid out the eggs on the counter, he went to the living room to turn on some music. What he didn't expect to see there was a half-naked Lovino sleeping on the sofa, clutching one of Spain's sweaters in his arms. Antonio couldn't resist taking a picture so he ran up the stairs and grabbed his iPhone, fully intending to take more than one picture. When he was done, he emailed his favorites to himself, just in case Lovino thought to look at his phone. Then he resigned himself to the fact that he had to be the one to wake up Lovino, because after all, who else would.
"Lovi, it's time to wake up cariño." Antonio crooned softly. Lovino mumbled but didn't stir much. "I'm going to make you an omelet with tomatoes, si? And then you'll tell me why you came, so you just rest here until I'm done, okay?" Antonio continued. Seeing no other response from Lovino, he went into the kitchen to prepare the omelets. A few seconds after he started cooking, he heard the sofa creak.
"Bastard! Why did you put your sweater in my hands? And why am I on your sofa? I better not have slept there all night!" Lovino shouted. After a few more minutes of screaming abuse at Antonio, he came into the kitchen and sat in a nearby chair, silently waiting for the food to be done. Antonio knew that they were not an average couple, and more often than not Lovino would scream and shout, but mornings like these made it all worthwhile.