Chapter Seven

Lovino woke up to find himself snuggled into Antonio's chest, the Spaniard's over-sized sweater enveloping him in its folds. "T-tomato...bastard...? What the...?" Antonio mumbled something, still asleep. The morning light flitted across his face as he shifted, bringing Lovino closer. "Hey, asshole! Get the fuck away from me!"

"Mmm...? Lovi?"

"Who else would it be, dumbfuck!?"

"Don't swear in the morning, mi tomate. It's bad for your health."

"Where did you hear that sort of shit, bastard?" Lovino's head shot out like an arrow, pierced Antonio in the stomach. "Ouch~ Lovi, that hurts~"

"It's supposed to, dammit! What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Eh~ we ran into each other yesterday, remember?"

"I-I..." In a moment, it all came streaming into his brain. Sh-shit...we...

"What's the matter, Lovi?"

"Damn you, Antonio, you asshole!" Lovino sprinted from the room, leaving a stupefied Spaniard blinking his bright green eyes in confusion. "What happened to Lovi?"

Why...why with that bastard?! We're both men, for fuck's sake! This wasn't supposed to happen...how can I possibly face anyone?! Lovino curled up into a tight little ball and hid behind a large box with the word 'fuck' on it. When did we-? Never mind, a shitty box is hardly the least of my worries at this point!

"Lovi, are you okay? Boss will help you! Fusosososo~" Antonio tried the "spell" he'd used on Lovino when the Italian was a child.

"That's not helping, dammit!" This...this was supposed to be a monumental step in the path towards fucking adulthood, and I...with this bastard...why? My first...my first...

"You...you bastard, it was my...my..." Lovino uttered a very manly sob. Bemused, Antonio brought him close in a warm embrace. "Your what, mi tomate? Boss assures you that everything will be okay!"

"My first kiss, dammit!"

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Of course, everyone knows about the box...did I make Romano too innocent? ...I can't decide. Sorry.