Awaiting the night was unbelievably difficult to deal with for Lovino. The poor Italian hadn't been able to sleep the night before, which left him tired, irritable, and stressed to the utmost degree.
He looked up at the clock every few minutes, checking once again to find it was now 8:36 pm. He ran his fingers through his hair furiously, trying desperately not to show his fear.
Antonio had noticed his little Lovi had been acting differently, but instead of asking what was wrong he simply observed from a distance, afraid Lovino might go off on him.
Lovino was very thankful for the Spaniard staying out of his way, his stress levels would blow through the roof is Antonio were to start asking questions now. Lovino was currently sitting on the living room couch, Antonio sitting next to him. Antonio was staring curiously at Lovino, silently trying to read his expression for any reasoning or answers of what was going on. Lovino took another glance at the clock. 8:44 pm. He sighed loudly and rested his elbows on his knees, burying his head in his hands.
Antonio reached over slowly, feeling as if it was time to comfort his stressed lover. He lightly dropped his hand on Lovino's back, trying to be comforting without overwhelming the smaller man. Lovino tensed but he didnt make any move to push him away or accept the touch. Instead he looked at the clock yet again. 8:53 pm. God damn, time sure does move slow.
Lovino rubbed his face with his hands in frustration. Another sigh, then a glance at Antonio. "Hey... I'm going to take a siesta, okay? Wake me in a half hour..." Lovino said while laying down on the couch with an overly heavy sigh. He really needed to rest this stress off...
Antonio smiled, nodding. "Alright~ Happy napping," He leaned down and kissed Lovino's forehead, sitting back up and continuing to stroke the Italian's hair as he tried to rest.
Lovino woke with a start, a loud banging echoing around his skull. He sat up with much difficulty, feeling like a huge weight was placed on his shoulders. He stood up, hearing a soft thump behind him, the weight disappearing from his shoulders. Looking behind him, he saw Antonio sound asleep on the couch. He must have fallen asleep on top of me soon after I fell asleep... Lovino pondered. At that his eyes widened. How much time had passed? As he turned his head to check the clock again, the banging noise from earlier sounded again at the same moment he read the time.
10:00 pm. Knocking.
Lovino's face paled considerably, but he steeled his face as he walked to the door as to not look scared in front of Fresco.
He walked to the door, opening it slowly. He set his expression into a stony glare as he came face to face with Fresco. The bastard smiled knowingly. "Do you have the money, Mr. Vargas?" He asked mockingly. Lovino shot him his best glare. "Fuck no, you know I dont have that kind of money." He said, his voice wavering slightly.
Fresco shrugged. "No surprise there." He paused and looked over Lovino's shoulder into the house. Lovino stood taller to block his gaze.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, don't look into my house." Lovino snarled. Fresco smirked. "Calm down Mr. Vargas, i was just making sure your Spanish boy-toy was asleep or busy. And what luck, hes asleep." Lovino raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What do you care if hes asleep," He muttered.
"So i can go through with my plan of course." Fresco said smugly. He raised one hand out from his pocket, holding it out by his waist. Lovino had only a moment to react before his mouth was caught and a piece of gross tasting cloth was shoved roughly into his mouth.
Eyes wide with shock and panic, Lovino began to struggle, a scream trying to tear itself from his throat but getting caught in his mouth, coming out as a muffled grunt. Next his eyes were covered by a rough piece of fabric, his last bit of sight being of Fresco's smug face.