A/N: I just want to say, I am SO sorry about the long wait! My mum took my computer because I haven't been doing my homework (although my grades are just fine!) So I had to finagle a way to get it back so I could write! This is the longest one to date though, so I hope that somewhat makes up for it!

Note: These are not all necessarily my headcanons, I just wanted to write some of them for the heck of it.

WARNING! Lime at the end.


Facts about Lovino Vargas that are not known to the general public:

1: Early in the morning before he is fully awake, Lovino is a cuddle bug.

"Lovi~ Lovi~" Antonio whispered across the bed. "It's cold! Come closer!"

The still (mostly) sleeping boy on the other side gave a sigh and managed to roll over. Antonio grinned as he caught him between his arms.

"Si, that's better."

Lovino grunted and wrapped his arms around Antonio in return. "Sh't 'p, b'st'rd." he muttered, nuzzling into the man's chest.

Antonio just chuckled as he settled down further into the covers.

After a few more hours of just laying there and enjoying his lover's close proximity he suddenly realised he had a meeting with his friends that afternoon and would need to prepare.

Attempting to extract himself from Lovino's arms, he gently shifted towards the edge of the bed.

The boy's grip tightened. "Where the f'ck are you goin'?" Came the mumbled question as Lovi turned a bleary eye on him. "Get back over here."

Wishing desperately he didn't have pass up that opportunity, he replied sadly to his Lovi: "I can't, Querido; I have an important meeting with Francis and Gil."

Lovino's nose wrinkled but he reluctantly let him go.

A few hours later, Antonio emerged from his office with all the necessary documents, intending on saying goodbye to Lovino first.

Hearing strange noises coming from the bedroom, he quickened his pace. Upon entrance, what met him was quite a sight.

Lovino lay still sleeping, and murmuring to himself, clutching to Antonio's poor cat in his death grip.

Bending over to brush a kiss on the younger nation's forehead, he freed the strangling animal and replaced it with his own fluffy pillow.

Lovino inhaled deeply and quieted down, a rare smile on his face and he held the pillow closer.

2: Lovino may act tough, but in reality he is afraid of a great many things; and when he comes to face one of those many things, Antonio is the one he always runs to for help.

Antonio woke to the sound of pounding feet and a door slamming, rather than from the echoing thunderstorm raging outside. Before he could get a word out in question, he felt a head dive bomb him in the stomach.

"OOF-! Lovi, what...?" Antonio looked down; but rather than the indignant, frowning expression or the cry of "bastard!" he usually was greeted with when situations like these occurred, he was met with a quivering lip and a strangely silent little boy.

"Lovi? What's the matter?! Are you hurt?!"

Lovi wiped his runny nose and shook his head violently. Stupid oblivious bastard.

"Did you have a bad dream? Are you missing your brother? You have to tell me Lovi, or I won't be able to figure it out!"

Antonio's exclamation was punctuated with a rather thunderous boom from outside, and only after a moment's silence did it dawn upon the man.

"Oh Lovi, are you-" he cut himself off. Despite the fact that Lovino had just come running to him, he never would admit to being afraid of a thunderstorm. Instead, he changed the subject.

"Would you like to sleep with me tonight?"

"Idiota! Why else would I come to you?"

Antonio just grinned cheekily and scooped Lovi into a bundle with his comforter and held him close.

"Because you looooove me~" he cooed as he mushed his cheeks to Lovino's round one.

The boy blushed. "Shut up you stupid bastard!"

3: Despite what most fangirls think, Lovino is well aware of his fanpages and the popular ships he is in, he just has found no reason to make a fuss over it.

"Lo-vi~! What'cha looking at there?" Antonio asked as he entered the room.

Lovino clicked away from the page quickly (a little too quickly,) and spun his chair 'round to face the other nation.

"Nothing, not that it's your damn business anyway."

Antonio raised his hands in surrender. "I was just curious Lovi! Whatever."

Lovino raised his nose in the air and stomped off.

Antonio however, being curious just as he said he was, rushed over to the vacated computer seat, and quickly went to the history.

" FanFiction? Tumblr? Pixiv? What are these places?" With a pensive expression, he clicked on each one in order.

FanFiction seemed to be a place where extremist fans wrote literature based off their favorite stories and characters...and the nations themselves seemed to be quite popular! Antonio grinned to himself as he scrolled through to see what Lovino had been reading.

Antonio gazed through the window as Lovino lay sleeping. Oh, how he wished he were beside him...Not that Lovino would ever let him, of course; but fleeting wishes came nonetheless.

Um...ok. Antonio shook his head and went back to read the descriptions of the other stories.

Antonio has had a crush on Lovino since... Ok.

Antonio and Lovino celebrate the day they first kissed by... What.

Toni plans out the perfect day in hopes that when he asks a certain question...The.

Lovino gets tired of waiting for Antonio to make the first move, so while he's sleeping...Hell.

Antonio shook his head more violently. That was weird.

Moving on to the site known as "Tumblr," Antonio felt as though he was a little more prepared. He wasn't.

Scrolling through blog after blog of ridiculous fangirls posting outrageous headcanon after headcanon, and role playing preposterous situations with himself and Lovino...these girls were crazy. And yet, he still found himself unable to stop reading with interest.

Deciding to see what Lovino reblogged the most (fully expecting posts of tomatoes, of course,) he almost fell out of his seat when he was met with pictures of himself. Or his posterior, to be more exact.

Blog after blog he found dedicated to his butt. HIS BUTT.

He x-ed out of Tumblr. There was no way in this universe he was ever going to understand those people (although he did have one fine ass, if he did say so himself.)

Lastly, and with nervous anticipation, Antonio went on Pixiv.

Surprised, he fell back in the seat a little. Memories. Moments. Scenes drawn by random people of moments with him and little Lovi, laughing, eating tomatoes, sleeping. He smiled; it was sweet. Until he scrolled down a bit.

"Oh GOD no!"

4: Despite his gruff attitude and seemingly permanent frown, Lovino enjoys a good joke.

"Loooviiiiii~" Antonio whined. "Why do you have to be like that?"

Lovino crossed his arms and huffed. "Because stupid potato bastards put me in a bad mood, dammit!"

Spain sighed deeply and almost turned away in defeat, but then he had an idea.

"Hey, hey Lovi!"

"What?" he snapped.

"What do you call an angry German?"

Romano tapped his foot. "Normal?" he tried sarcastically.

" A sauerkraut!"

Lovino rolled his eyes.

"Hey Lovi! What do you call a blind German?"

Lovino shrugged irritably.

"A Not-see!"

Lovino just shook his head.

"Lovi! What did the German kid say when he pushed his brother off a cliff?"

"I dunno." He replied shortly.

"Look mother, no Hans!" Spain answered jovially. Lovino actually smirked.

"What do you call a German in the World Cup Final?"

"What?"

"A referee!" Antonio heard a snort, so he kept going.

"How did the Germans invade Poland so easily?"

"How?"

"They marched in backwards and the Polish thought they were leaving!"

Lovino was starting to laugh.

"Why are there so many tree-lined streets and leafy lanes in France?"

Lovino couldn't respond through his chuckles.

"Because the Germans like to march in the shade!"

Lovino lost it, gripping the counter for support as his eyes started to tear up.

"A German is driving his car in Britain. A British cop pulls him over.

'Sir, you do realise there are two snakes on your windshield?'

'Ja.' he replied. 'Those are my vinshield vipers.'"

Lovino rolled on the floor, clutching his stomach. Antonio lost control himself and joined him, giggling to his heart's content.

5: Despite Spain being older and being more well known as a good lover, Romano actually has more prowess in that area and tends to end up on top.

Toni pulled away, breathless.

"Lovi, that was-was..."

"What?"Lovino smirked at Antonio's shocked expression. "You think after all those years of only being able to say 'besame' in Spanish that I would have no experience?"

Antonio gulped at the predatory gleam in Lovino's eye as he leaned forward again.

Lips capturing his again, he locked arms behind Lovino's head, pulling him closer. When a tongue prodded at his lips, he engaged it with his own, attempting to gain dominance. Lovino was not giving in without a struggle.

Deciding to go for a different tactic, Antonio tried to gain the element of surprise by abruptly swapping their positions, but Lovino caught his arms and firmly pinned him to the wall.

Dios mio...Toni thought before he just caved. Fuck it... He wrapped his legs around the boy's waist.


A/N: Hurr hurr, little pervs. That's all I'm giving you...for now.

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