My God! This is so short, I'm sorry, I've been busy this week and I have barely even slept and I had a very important admission exam this morning, so. . . That's why this shitty filler chapter, sorry, I am really, really sorry.
Thanks kyouno-aru for the review.
I am so ashamed.
"Do you feel what I feel? Well?
Do you feel this way too?"
(Around you - Ingrid Michaelson)
"So, what do you want to do now? We can watch a movie or we can just go to see the crops." Antonio asked me. A good question actually, since there's nothing to do here. I told him to watch a movie, I needed to plan something quick and the crops would only draw my attention away.
Belgium had said I should confess to Antonio, after all 'you have nothing to lose.' Yeah, nothing except an almost fucking perfect friendship. Thanks, Belgium.
As much I hate to admit it, she was right. I had to say something, Antonio's thickness could make me suffer in silence for thousands of years and that is something I would prefer to avoid.
"So?"
"Stop bugging me! It'll be the fucking movie, okay? Just shut up!"
"Fine. I'll clean this while you choose a movie, alright?"
"Whatever." I went to the TV room and looked for the dvds he had. Aside from his novelas and tv series, there were few movies, some of them were unknown to me, others I knew, but I wasn't in the mood to watch them. At the end I chosed randomly, I don't even remeber what was the title or what was it about, just that it was a comedy. And it was stupid.
Antonio finished whatever he was doing and came to sit beside me, the movie had already started. I paid no attention to it because I was thinking of ways to casually drop my confession. Of course, I had nothing.
You can just say something like that, damnit! And specially not to someone like him! Antonio is so fucking dense he would never get a clue!
No existing words could help me with this!
Oh fuck. No words, but actions.
Oh my fucking god, actions.
I looked to my side, only to see a fast-asleep Antonio, lying on the couch. He seemed calmed and I observed him for a little, and that made me sleepy too. Slowly, I move until I was resting in top of him, which didn't help.
My head was in his chest and I could listen to his calm heartbeat, my mind was being drawn into unconciousness when I heard a quiet muffled words. I ignore it, until it happened again.
"Lovino, eres hermoso." I realized Antonio was talking in his sleep.
Wait, what?
He said my name, I know that at the least, but the other words. . . Why didn't I never fucking bothered to properly learn Spanish!? That stupid language, and how he dares to dream in Spanish when I am here?
I slowly calmed down until I did fall asleep, just listening to Antonio's heartbeat and wondering what the hell had he said. Idiot me, it's not easy just tell you I love you.
Translation: "Lovino, eres hermoso." - "Lovino, you are beautiful."
