Title: Comfort
Rating: T/PG-13
Wordcount: 500+/-
Pairing/Characters: Spain/South Italy/Spain (Antonio/Lovino), mentions of Germany/North Italy/Germany (Ludwig/Feliciano/Ludwig)
Summary: Any man can be kind when he is comfortable.
A/N: I stole a prompt from the 31_days community at livejournal. I didn't check this month list, and it was over the due date, but "any man can be kind when he is comfortable" put this little image into my mind, so I had to use it.
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Any man can be kind when he is comfortable. Antonio knows that all too well. Which is why, he always makes an effort to please his Lovino, from his food to trying to keep him happy.
One grumpy "it was edible" coming from Lovino's lips makes his day, usually. It's more than he can ask, considering Lovino's temper and how exquisite he is about his food.
But the real treat is a sleepy, full Lovino basically falling on his arms ("I'm sleepy, dammit. Carry me, Spain"). A Lovino that no matter how many insults gives him still clings to him on the way to bed and strips until Antonio has to keep him somewhat decent… Not that he minds, but Lovino waking up the next day with an empty stomach and naked means an instant, first thing in the morning head-butt and what he wants is to make Lovino happy and, well, non-violent.
At times like these, he understands why Feliciano says how happy it makes him when Ludwig likes his food. He heard him say once, with the happiest smile he'd seen on his face in a long time, that when Ludwig complimented his food, he felt as though his feelings had come through, because a truly yummy meal was made with love; he looked so enamored when he turned to look at Ludwig after saying that, Antonio had to laugh (later, of course) at the stoic man's positively horror-struck, blushing face.
Lovino is taking his clothes off right now, and he thinks, somewhat ironically, of how full Lovino is and how hungry he feels at times like these. But it doesn't matter much, he will drink and fest in what little of Lovino's affections he can get. He's come to appreciate the proverbial taste of it as a rare treat, and he's not one not to enjoy himself.
"Spain, dammit, aren't you coming to bed?" Lovino says, and Antonio looks at how cute he looks, pouting and with a pillow on his lap, and he forgets about food and the mountain of dishes that await him the next day, cheerfully replying "voy, Lovi~" and gleefully jumping to the bed.
He also ignores the complaints about how he's an over-dramatic idiot and he simply tucks Lovino in, smiling like an idiot at him and enjoying how Lovino squirms under his look.
He looks at Lovino's back for a few minutes, enjoying himself, knowing he's awake. When enough time has passed, he puts an arm around Lovino's tense form, and has to bite his lip not to comment about how he then relaxes and just how cute that is. If Lovino wants to pretend he is asleep and if he has to pretend he believes that, he'll do it. After all, he knows his Lovino. Slowly, the Italian is warming up to him even more. In his own way, he is trying, too.
In days like this, he sleeps with an even bigger smile on his face; especially when he thinks what he might cook next.
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A/N: Voy is "coming" in Spanish. I'm supposed to be writing Germany/North Italy yuri (3000 words and not even remotely finished, my God) and, to be honest, tons of other fics, but I can't keep my mind off Antonio and Lovino (what else is new, I say). Let's keep updating while I have ideas, anyway, right? I want to put more love for this pairing in this site.
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