~Lovino's POV~
I got out of the car and gazed at the big cozy house that I had grown up in.
"Do you remember my house?" I jumped at the sound of Antonio's voice so close to my ear.
"Oh my god don't startle me like that bastard! And of course I remember it" I smiled a little but it quickly turned back into a scowl when I noticed Antonio was staring at me.
"What?!" He sighed "oh nothing lovi~" i walked over to the front door mumbling about Spain being too Spanish and that it should be more Italian.
As I stepped inside the house and Antonio went back to the car to get my suitcase. Tears started to form in my eyes as I looked around, god I had missed this place. Not that I actually cared about this house! No It just brought back memories of me ordering Antonio around that's all! Nothing else... Just that
I wiped away a few tears, FUCK why was I crying?! And Antonio appeared behind me
"hey lovi I made up your room for-" he frowned looking at my tear filled eyes
"lovi what's wrong?" I scowled
"N-nothing idiot!" I ran to the bathroom to quickly dry my eyes and when I opened the door the Spanish bastard was standing right there!
"Shit! You startled me" He only smiled in... What was that... Sympathy?! Oh great now he thinks I'm some over emotional child. This trip so far is not going well for me. "Show me my room...?"
~Antonio's POV~
As I turned in on my driveway I smiled remembering 4 years ago when I had been here with Lovi and his brother had come to visit from Austria's house and the hilarious pranks we'd played on him. Well that was a long time ago. As Romano stood gazing at the house I whispered trying to contain my excitement.
"Do you remember my house?" He jumped and I could see a tiny smile forming as he yelled at me
"Oh my God don't startle me like that bastard! And of course I remember." When he noticed me looking at him curiously he scowled the little smile disappearing
"What!?" I grinned going back to the car to get his luggage.
"Oh nothing Lovi~ The doors unlocked by the way" I drew out my Spanish accent trying not to laugh as he mumbled about how annoying Spaniards were. Typical Romano. Prussia had dubbed him "grumpy less awesome then prussia Tomato" France suggesting "Ze delicious tomato." I decided I was never going to tell Romano about that nickname. I knew if France caught on about my crush I would get to hear "ze birds and ze bees story narrated by ze perverted france". Chuckling I walked into the house exclaiming cheerfully to Romano
"Hey Lovi I made up your room for-" I frowned as I noticed him crying "Lovi what's wrong?" Oh shoot was he already homesick!? Now I suddenly felt awful but he only scowled stuttering
"N-nothing idiot!" He ran off to the bathroom and I stood by the door looking up as he walked out again startled yelling about me scaring him. I gave him a worried smile and he seemed to soften turning away. "Show me my room...?"