Grumbling as he climbed up the steps, Lovino was as he always was. Annoyed, and hot tempered. His stupid brother was hanging out with the potato bastard today, but it was getting late, and the snow wasn't letting up. Not like he was there to check up on his idiot brother or anything! No way would he do that...
Lovino knocked on the door, cursing his brother for 'making' him come and check up on him. Tapping his foot impatiently, he waited.
To his surprise, it wasn't Feliciano or Ludwig to open the door. It was the other potato bastard, the brother.
"Lovi, what are you doing here?" Looking as surprised, Gilbert gave Lovino a weird look.
Lovino growled,"Where is my stupid brother?! He was suppose to be here with the potato bastard. AND DON'T CALL ME THAT."
Gilbert had his usual smug face, either that or Lovino just always thought he looked smug, as he replied,"Feli and West went to that one quiet kid's house. Considering the snow, they probably had to stay there."
Lovino cursed, and looked over his shoulder to see his car being covered in a fresh layer of snow, the road a white expanse.
Gilbert grinned, and opened the door to Lovino,"You better come in, it's freezing out there."
Lovino glared at the Prussian,"No way, potato bastard, I'd rather freeze to death!"
Gilbert mocked hurt, though the grin on his face gave it away,"What? You don't want to spend the evening with the awesome Gilbert?"
Lovino scoffed,"Awesome my ass." Then abruptly turned, walking towards the street.
Gilbert sighed, no longer amused, then pulled Lovino in by the hood, him cursing Gilbert the entire way. Once inside, Lovino immediately whipped around to give Gilbert a vicious glare,"What the hell, potato bastard!?"
Gilbert laughed, making a 'kesesese' noise,"I had to, or you would slide off the road and die. And little Feli wouldn't like that, would he? Now come on, I was watching a movie before you got here, and I'm going to finish it."
With that, he turned towards the living room and went off without seeing if Lovino was following. Then, after a lot of hesitation, Lovino did.
"Frosty the snowman, was jolly soul indeed! With a corn cob and a button nose, and two eyes make of coal! Keseseseseses!"
Lovino facepalmed,"This is hell...What are you doing?"
Gilbert didn't even look up,"Being awesome."
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sat beside Gilbert and looked at the screen of the television,"Frosty the Snowman, really? What are you, five?"
"You're just jealous of his awesome!" Gilbert huffed, taking a sip of his beer, before looking down at the can disdainfully,"I'm gonna go get another beer. Do me a favor, and don't have a heart attack from the amazingness that it Frosty the snowman."
"Do me a favor and choke on a potato, asshole."
Ignoring Lovino, Gilbert went into the kitchen, looking for a beer. "Verdamnit, did we run out of beer again. West really has a problem." After looking around for a while in the fridge, Gilbert had finally found one at the back of the fridge, and victoriously ran back to the living room. Only to find Lovino asleep.
He grinned, sitting beside the sleeping Italian carefully, then continuing to watch the movie.
~~~TIMESKIP~~~~~~
"Mmf..." Gilbert moved slightly, only to find he couldn't. That's weird, he didn't drink that much last night. Looking over slightly to the left, he had almost burst out laughing. Lovi had somehow managed to completely wrap himself around Gilbert in his sleep.
Making sure not to wake Lovino, Gilbert pulled out his phone,"This is so going on my blog."
-A/N-
And we have another story! Not much to say about this one. I'd like to think that at least a week after this, Lovi is still humming the song Frosty the Snowman, and he blames Gilbert for everything.
