A/N - Hello everyone! First off, little break? More like big break. And finishing the prompts before the end of 2015? Last I checked, we're half way through 2016. So very sorry about that! I just never knew what I wanted to do for this prompt in particular, and every attempt was useless ^^; Anyways, I've decided that I'll just work on this... whenever, really, but I would love to finish it before summer ends.

These prompts are also going to stay out of order. This originally would have been theme three and "music" would have been the fourth, but oh well ^^

Please enjoy!

Summary - It just had to be the hottest day of the summer, and there just had to be one ice cream sandwich left. Lovino vowed that Alfred would be a dead man if he so even touched it.

Lovino made a surprised noise the moment Alfred threw the ice cream sandwich at him like he were whipping a ball in dodgeball. Well, not really, but still. The cold treat landed on his chest, the impact an unforgiving chill against his skin. He was quick to pick it up, scowling at Alfred from behind his sunglasses.

"You didn't have to throw it." he hissed, as Alfred laughed and unwrapped his own ice cream.

Lovino sat up on the lounge chair, crossing his legs. He picked at the white wrapper, carefully tearing it away from the chocolate cookie and vanilla ice cream. He took a careful bite. Alfred unwrapped his, tearing a section of the sandwich off and wrapping it back up.

"You're not going to finish it? It'll melt." Lovino replied, taking another small bite. It was creamy and sweet.

Alfred looked down at the white package in his hands. "Oh…"

"Yeah, oh."

Alfred smiled sheepishly.

Not too long after Lovino had finished off his sandwich, he joined Alfred by the pool. Alfred had placed him in charge of watching over his half-eaten ice cream sandwich. While Alfred floated around and swam, Lovino sat with his legs in the water.

They talked about anything and they laughed at anything. At times, Alfred would ask Lovino to tear off a bite-sized piece of his ice cream sandwich and toss it at him to catch in his mouth.

"You're like a seagull when you catch it, y'know?" Lovino said.

Alfred snorted and swam closer to Lovino. He only had so much time to place the ice cream sandwich down beside his sunglasses and get a gasp of air before Alfred took ahold of his ankles and pulled him into the water.

Seconds later, Lovino resurfaced, wiping the water from his eyes and pushing his hair out of his face. "What the hell, you asshole?!" he snapped.

Alfred laughed, pulling Lovino closer. The water was cold. "I am not a seagull." he murmured, pressing a kiss to Lovino's lips.

Later in the day, when both Lovino and Alfred were beginning to get tired of being outside, they decided to come in for an early dinner. Of course, Alfred didn't see the harm in sneaking another ice cream sandwich before their meal.

The last ice cream sandwich.

Alfred thought, with Lovino tending to the pot on the stove, he wouldn't notice the freezer door opening and closing, or hear Alfred rustling around with the box that originally held ten of the treats to free the last one over the sound of the fan. Lovino turned around the moment the box was tossed in the trash, looking at Alfred with a slight frown and raised eyebrow.

"... What do you think you're doing?" Lovino asked.

Alfred, acting like he wasn't just caught red-handed, stammered: "U-uh-... um, taking… the last ice cream sandwich?"

"The last ice cream sandwich?" Lovino repeated.

"The last ice cream sandwich." Alfred confirmed.

...

"If you know what's good for you, then you'll put it back."

Alfred normally wouldn't be fearful of Lovino should this situation happen anywhere else, but they were in the kitchen. The kitchen was Lovino's domain. The kitchen had many… weapons. Lovino could get as harsh- passionate as the lady from that Ratatouille movie.

Anyways, Alfred ran.

It was too hot to discuss what would happen to the ice cream sandwich like mature adults.

"You'll be a dead man if you don't put it down, Jones!"

And Lovino was running after him after he turned off the stove. Alfred hated how fast Lovino could run sometimes, grunting as he fell forward, taken by surprise as Lovino tackled him to the ground.

Alfred managed to twist around, fighting back all the more harder when he realized Lovino had brought a knife with him as well. Sure it was a butter knife and had been dropped a foot or so away from them, but still.

Their almost playful wrestling continued with clipped sentences of Give me the damn ice cream, Alfred! and Over my dead body!

The two of them fell quiet, however, when Alfred's hand with the sandwich slipped up and they watched in horror as the ice cream sandwich went flying… right into their swimming pool.

Alfred carefully moved Lovino off of him and sat up, jumping slightly when Lovino groaned. "Alfred… I just wanted to cut it in half!"

He smiled crookedly and rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh… U-um, well… What if we made our own?" Lovino looked at him curiously. "Like we bake some cookies and sandwich some ice cream in-between?"

Lovino considered it for a moment before smiling faintly. "Okay, sounds like a plan."