Lovino lays awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling above. Antonio was right in the fact that it was getting too hot here to wear shirts. Lovino was currently trying to sleep in his boxer but was finding the heat bodering on uncomfortable. As well as the fact that nearly all his bruises were completely visible. Lovino sighs and sits up, leaning against the headboard as he looked at his bruised body. He looked over at his shoulder and traced the finger shaped bruises created earlier that day. Lovino sighs and drops his hand into his lap. He desperately needed out of this relationship, but if he tries... Lovino shakes his head and holds back tears at the memory of the time he suggested they take a short break, and what had happened.
Lovino swallows deeply and traces a scar on his calf that went to his heel. Antonio's form of punishment for telling him to; f*ck off, Screw off, and got to hell. He didn't take to being insulted lightly. A lot of bruises from the time he learnt that. That Antonio did not like being insulted and did not take it as well as he appeared to. He had a few scars on his back, but any bruises he sustained had faded. Thankfully.
Antonio walked into Lovino's room unannouced and Lovino didn't glance up. "Couldn't sleep either?" Antonio asks and Lovino shakes his head, mumbling "no." as Antonio sat on the bed beside Lovino and wrapped an arm around the Italian, fingers fitting the bruises perfectly. "It's been a while since I'ves seen so much of you wtihout you desperately trying to cover yourself." Antonio murmurs as Lovino rests his head on the Spaniards shoulder. "These healed nicely." Antonio murmurs, caressing some scars on Lovino's torso. "They still hurt sometimes." Lovino murmurs against Antonio's bare skin. Antonio smiles and pushes into one car with a knuckle and Lovino clutched the bedsheets tightly, trying not to jump away and cause a bad ripple. He stopped pushing into the scar and moved his hand Lovino's back. His head bent down to Lovino's ear "Lovi, straddle me." He orders and Lovino hesitates for a second, then quickly straddles the Spaniards waist. Antonio's hands went to Lovino's back, pushing on the scars, and pushing Lovino into Spain's chest. Romano balled his hands in fists and tightened the fists when Antonio would dig in harder. Antonio stops, resting one hand on the small of Lovino's back, the other hand going to Lovino's leg. Antonio starts digging into the scar on Lovino's leg and the Italian bites his tongue to keep from crying out in pain, he hid his face in Antonio's bare chest and continued to squeeze his fisted hands tighter, even though he felt them bleeding.
Antonio stopped suddenly and started rubbing Lovino's back gently. Lovino starts breathing heavily and unfolds his hands, looking at the bloody palms with pained eyes. "I'm surprised you didn't start crying." Antonio whispers, then lowers his head and starts kissing Romano's collar, before selecting an area to suck and nip at. Lovino kept the top of his head pressed against Antonio's chest, eyes closed and arms crossed over his stomach so Antonio couldn't see his bloody palms. However, Antonio bites Lovino hard on an area he hadn't abused and Lovino yelped (the desired response from the Spaniard) and jumped back slightly hands coming up from his stomach instinctively to protect Lovino. Antonio instantly grabs the Italians wrists in one hand, yanking Lovino forward as he stared at the cuts the Italian had created on himself. After a few seconds of silence and stillness, Antonio brought the hands to his head and licked the blood that was spilling out of the cuts until Lovino's hands were relatively clean. "Don't hurt yourself again." Antonio orders, squeezing both wrists tight enough that they could break until Lovino voiced his response to the order instead of just nodding "sì, sì!" Lovino says, tears pricking at the edge of his eyes. Antonio released Lovino's wrists and pulled the Italian against him once more.
Lovino blinks back tears as he's pulled against the tanned chest of the Spaniard. Antonio wraps an arm around Lovino's back and another around Lovino's butt then moved their position in on quick motion so they were lying down and Lovino was still against Antonio's chest. "You don't mind if I sleep here?" Antonio says, yawning and Lovino shakes his head. Antonio smiles and cuddles Lovino closely as the older nation fell asleep. Lovino stayed awake for most of the night. He could slip out of Antonio's grip, it was easy. But, he couldn't escape the Spaniard. If he tried to leave, it would only anger Antonio, and obviously no one would believe him if he told them Antonio had not changed from his days as a pirate and conquistador. Even if someone believed him, it would mean Lovino was weak. If he couldn't protect himself from Spain, who could he protect himself from? Lovino sighed inaudibly and slipped out of Antonio's grip. He quietly got up and went downstairs. He opened the cupboard in the kitchen and grabs a glass and fills it with ice water, chugging it as soon as he could then refilling it. His throat was so dry. After around his fifth glass, he went back upstairs. He pulled on a large very comfy, very warm sweater and sat on the bed by a sleeping Antonio. He was freezing. "I swear if I have a fever.." Lovino trailed off into barely intelligible curses as he pulled a large comforter around him. He has half a mind to wake the Spaniard, but discards that idea. He knew that if he was sick Spain would be nice and not torturous, but if this was just some random body heat mishap, he would not be forgiving... Lovino sighs and scoots a bit closer to the Spaniard and grabs one of his hands, tracing the scars from when he was a conquistador, and then just caresses the hand much larger than his.
At some point in the wee hours of the morning, Lovino fell asleep, clutching the Spaniards hand tightly. Spain begrudgingly woke with the sun and sat up when he realized Lovino was gone, then saw him bundled in blankets and sweaters curled in a ball with only one hand out, holding Antonio's hand. The Italian was still shivering despite the layer. Antonio laid a hand on Lovino's forehead and his eyes widened. The Italian was practically Catatonic. Antonio quickly picked up the Italian, shedding the blankets around Lovino, and carried him outside to the large shaded pool and dropped him in. Lovino instantly swam up and started coughing. "What the F-" "You were too hot." Antonio cuts Lovino off before he could swear. Lovino opens his mouth then shuts it and sinks half beneath the water so only his eyes were above the water. "Why didn't you wake me up?" Antonio asks, sitting down and dangling his legs in the pool. "I didn't want to bother you." Lovino says, shedding the sweaters that were nearly making him drown. "You're never a bother." Antonio says, sounding offended Lovino would think that. Lovino nods then grabs Antonio's hand with a smile and yanks the Spaniard into the pool. Antonio surfaces quickly and shakes his head. "You did it to me." Lovino says, shrugging when Antonio gives him a 'why did you do that' look. Antonio raises an eyebrow and Lovino shrugs. "Can we stay in here the entire day?" Lovino asks, floating on his back. "You can, I have to prepare for the meeting tomorrow." Antonio says, swimming over to the edge of the pool. Lovino doesn't say anything, just continues floating around as Antonio heads in.
Lovino swims over to the stairs of the pool and sits down on them, then checks his hands. They had healed during the night, he had lovely crescent moon scars along the middle of his hands. He sighs then pushes himself off the stairs and back into the open pool. He floats around again, the fairly temperature water feeling nice on his bruised body and helping him stay warm. "SPAGNA!"Lovino hears from inside. And instantly recognizes the voice. "Shit." Lovino mumbles and swims to the edge of the pool, wanting to sneak in before Feliciano could come outside. Of course he wasn't that lucky. Feliciano rushed outside and stopped when he saw his brother. "Fratello, what happened to your eye?"