A/N: another fic requested by earlGreyCoke. If you wish to request any fic, look on my profile about the ones that I'm willing to write, and I will do without fail! Without further ado – spamano! Warning! Contains lewd and pornographic topics, and human names are used ^-^ Other ships are implied
Hands fumbled for the refrigerator door as Antonio sleepily took the milk out of it, the key ingredients to his fresh coffee each morning. The white liquid blended with the dark brown coffee and changed into a colour that reminded him of a certain someone's hair…
"buongiorno, bastardo. Make me some coffee" Antonio turned around and gave away the cup that he was going to drink before the Italian kicked off with any more fuss. With a cheery smile, he set it down on the table.
"You're happy today. Whats wrong? A stick up your butt?" The southern Italian sipped at the cup angrily, green eyes staring at his housemate furiously like they did every morning.
"no..I had a wonderful dream." He grinned, staring right into the pits of darkness that were Lovino's eyes. He knew that Lovino really couldn't care less, but was going to tell him anyway.
"you started to be nice to me, lovi! You were like Feliciano. You always hugged me and never swore~ I wish you were like that all the time" He sighed with sarcasm. Hah. Dream on, bastardo. But lovi couldn't help but think that something mischievous was happening here.
"speaking of Feli, he's with Ludwig now, right?" The curl on his head bobbed up and down. Goddamn, he hated the potato bastard, but if he was what made his little brother happy, then so be it. He angrily sipped at his coffee as his imagination dreamed up a situation including Ludwig and his frattello that he really didn't want to see. The Spaniard cursed under his breath. Mierda! He's so blind! Antonio sat at the table with lovino and hid is disappointment with a smile, like he always did. Three months ago, Antonio officially fell in love with the Italian that he had cared for for as long as he could remember – as long as his life had had a meaning. Dispite all of his efforts to get Lovino to notice his affection, he would always get shrugged off, or be accused of being drunk. Either way, Roma would never acknowledge how he truly felt. And it hurt inside. He knew that he couldn't stand the pain much longer; that it would drive him to insanity, so he had to tell lovi. Today.
Once the level of liquid reached the bottom of the cup, Lovino got up from th table and went to change clothes. It was a weekend so there was no need for the army uniforms, just a relaxed green shirt and jeans before having a wash, shave and brushing his teeth. His morning routine was followed by something that came like an instinct to him and his brother – eat some pasta. A blue bowl sat in the refrigerator and held the leftover content of whenever he last had pasta and he began to eat it, sat on the couch in front of the t.v. Antonio stared from across the room, getting a good view of the back of Lovino's head. Shoot… hes too distracted for me to tell him…I HAVE to do something! Antonio's heart began to race as he approached the couch, perching himself next to the Italian.
"H-hey lovi…I have something to say. It's important, so I'd like you to listen to me por, favour."
Lovino turned his head slightly in the direction of the Spaniard and nodded slightly. He just wanted this to be over with so that he could get on with watching the programme. Antonio's heart was bruising his ribcage; it felt like it was going to break any second. The blood rushed through his veins quicker and quicker, causing his olive-toned skin to go slightly pink with nerves. Saliva coated the back of his throat and he swallowed loudly. "roma…" His voice trembled as he spoke. Romano's eyes glared at him. He nodded in boredom and rolled his eyes. Spit it out already.
"Roma…Theres something I've been meaning to say for a…a very long time. I like you. A lot…More than a lot. When I see Feli with Ludwig, I can't help but think that we could be like that." He felt the tears well up in the back of his eyes as Lovino widened his. Lovi couldn't believe what be just heard. Antonio confessing his love…to him? The Spaniards heart skipped multiple beats in worry – Lovino's face did NOT look good…then again he never had been very good at reading expressions In the heat of the moment, lovino closed his eyes and gulped.
"lovi, I-" His pleas had been instantly cut off by Italian lips upon his own, silencing his worries with the loving contact. It was broken within a couple of seconds, revealing two blushing faces.
"I…I love you too…bastardo" he smiled slightly and turned away before Antonio pushed himself onto him, in a great big bear hug.
"Ah grazias Lovi! I'm so happy! Te Amo! Te Amo!"
"N-no bastardo! Get off me!"
Tbc chapter 2…I didn't want to make this a cliché "confess love and have sex", so the next chapter is a few months on, when lovi and Antonio have been found out by a couple more people, and start moving on to third base…. XD Until then ^-^
