Title: Nail Polish
Pairing/Characters: Fem!Spain/Fem!Romano
Rating: T
Lovina was never letting Antonia have a party ever again. Lovina was never letting her have Francis and Gilbert over ever again, never letting them drink all the wine in their fridge ever again, never, ever letting her invite all their neighbours who they didn't even fucking know over again. Lovina was also never letting Antonia talk Lovina into letting her do all these things and then give her a manipedi at 3 am when all the strangers and friends had passed out all around the house.
"I'm sorry, Lovi," Antonia whispered, her voice a little raspy from her whole running through the neighbourhood screaming about there being a party stint. She scrubbed briskly at their tile floor, chips of green and red and yellow nail polish flying up with every motion.
Lovina snorted and dumped more nail polish remover on the more stubborn bits of polish. "This shit is expensive, you know." Some water, another scrub brush, and a few rags kept the polish from redrying on the floor and Lovina followed close behind Antonia, making sure every bit of foreign colour was removed from their, also very expensive, kitchen floor. "It's supposed to stay on your nails, not the floor."
"I know." Antonia reached up and scraped a nail against Lovina's cheek. "The red looks so nice on you, we'll have to try again with that one later."
Lovina threw one of the rags at Antonia's face. "Just get back to work, stupid."