A/N: I wonder why I get almost all my ideas before going to bed... *shrugs*

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, Nekotalia, etc.

Lovino sighed into the couch, arms placed as cushions behind his head and feet comfortably propped up on the arm of the couch. The window blinds were open, allowing the sun's rays to warm the Italian.

Lovino yawned. Yep, everything was ready for a siesta: a comfortable position, a tomato in case he didn't fall asleep right away and he was hungry, and no Spaniard to keep him awake or cuddle him to death. He prided himself to pick a time to take a siesta when Antonio was with the tomato plants, it would leave him a good half hour, maybe an hour if he was lucky, in pleasant sleep.

He closed his eyes. Yep, this was the-

Meow.

His brows narrowed together in irritation. Damn, he forgot about the cats. He knew his wouldn't bother him, he saw Romano sleeping on the window seal when he was grabbing a tomato. Spain (what a stupid name. Who names their cat after a country? That's right, Antonio) might wake him up. He hoped and prayed that he was meowing because he saw a bird outside.

Lovino snorted, his figure relaying. Maybe it was Gilbert's bird and Spain got out and caught it.

Meow.

His eyes snapped open at the much closer meow. Propping himself up with this elbows, he leaned over the edge of the couch. He glared at the large white and brown cat that was looking adora- stupidly at him. "What the fuck do you want?"

Spain brought his front paws up on the couch like a dog, letting out a purr.

Lovino scowled, using his hand to shoo him away from the couch (does he know how much this cost? Too much for claws to rip it, that's for sure!). "Fuck off. I'm trying to sleep here."

To his surprise, the cat actually walked away from him. He blinked, laying back down. Huh, if that cats listening to be, maybe I can make Antonio listen, he thought, closing his eyes.

Lovino's breath evened out as he laid there on the brink of sleep. He yawned tiredly, knowing that he could finally-

Paws on top of his stomach and chest broke the wonderful thought of sleeping altogether. He cracked open one eye to glare at his waker.

Antonio's stupid cat was back again, purring his ears off as he dropped a tomato cat toy on his chest.

Lovino cursed as something pricked him. "Fuck! I told you I'm trying to sleep," he growled, moving a hand from behind his head to grab at the tomato toy. A note was attached to it with a safety pin. Safety pin my ass, he huffed, scanning the note.

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Hola, Lovi~! Sorry to wake you, but I just wanted to tell you that you looked so cute sleeping, mi amor.

Love, Antonio

P.S. - Look out the window.

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Lovino glanced up, a sigh came from his lips. Antonio stood waving with a piece of paper that read "Te amo, Lovi~!"

The brunette rolled his eyes, throwing the toy, note and all at the window and promptly closed his eyes. He could admit (to himself) that that was sweet, but the bastard owed him for waking him up.

He lazily pet the giant cat on his stomach. A pizza would do the trick, just as long as he put extra tomatoes on it.