Imagine your OTP getting stuck in an elevator together.
Pairing: Spamano


Lovino slumped against the metal wall of the elevator. He and Antonio had been on their way up to a World Meeting and the elevator had broken down. In between two floors, they were trapped. By this time, the meeting would be starting soon without them.
As if things couldn't get worse, Antonio was trying to convince the fiery Italian to sit down on the floor and cuddle with him while waiting to be rescued. Every few seconds, he would hear a slightly whiny "Lovi...Just sit with me. There's no point in standing there, who knows how long we'll be waiting. Come on!"
It had been ten endless minutes as Lovino fought the simultaneous desires to sit and cuddle with his longtime crush and to remain as far away from him as possible. Finally, he reluctantly sat down at the opposite end of the elevator.
"There, happy? I'm sitting down, bastard," he snapped. He knew that it wouldn't be enough to placate the Spaniard, however.
Sure enough, after a moment, Antonio moved a bit closer. Then a little more. This continued until they were right next to each other. Noticing that their legs were touching from hip to knee, the Italian fought off a vivid blush. They were so close.
The attempts to ignore the fact that he was just close enough to touch didn't work for much more than a minute. Feigning sleepiness at the early hour, Lovino tentatively leaned just a little closer.
After doing this gradually so that hopefully it would go relatively unnoticed, he gently rested his head on the other's shoulder. It was kind of nice.
"You know Lovi, you don't need to be so sneaky about doing that," Antonio said unexpectedly. "I was the one asking if you wanted to cuddle, after all."
Sitting up instantly, he crossed his arms over his chest defensively. "I d-didn't want to cuddle! I was just tired..." He knew this wasn't a very convincing argument.
Grinning knowingly, Antonio shook his head. Oblivious as he was, he knew this was a blatant lie. "Okay. Whatever you say."
Going along with it, albeit somewhat suspiciously, Lovino returned his head to it's position on Antonio's shoulder, trying to seem genuinely tired.
Pausing a moment, the Spaniard wrapped an arm around his companion. He looked so adorable like that. Not able to stop himself, he pressed a light kiss to the top of his head. Maybe he wouldn't notice.
Despite the fervent wishes of the Spanish man beside him, Lovino noticed the kiss. Blushing, he smiled, burying his face in the fabric of Antonio's shirt. Maybe this broken-down elevator was actually helpful.
This was the position they were still in once they were freed from the elevator twenty minutes later. They didn't confess their love, or really do anything other than sit there hugging on the floor, but that was okay. Both of them considered it one of the best days they'd had in quite a while.


This is a new drabble series using various pairings and prompts from imagineyourotp on tumblr. Feel free to request a pairing and I'll do my best to write it. I do, however, reserve the right to refuse writing one of the 3 or 4 pairings I really dislike. Please review with a request or how you liked this chapter!