Thump in the Night

Though meetings were terrible and horrid for his complexion, Flavio didn't entirely mind them. They sucked sure, but they always had their perks. He and the other nations got to hang out a little and relax in the new environment. Hotels were paid for not by them. If not for the work, it'd be like a miniature vacation. This time they are in Canada, he believes. The hotel is exquisite and luxurious, everything he deserves and more.

Feliciano and Gilbert played around with the doors earlier. A few of the hotel rooms had doors connecting them, so the two spent an hour just running through and seeing who got placed next to who. Flavio laughed at their antics though Lovino groaned in annoyance, especially when Feli found out their rooms are joint. Luciano grit his teeth at Feli running between the two rooms but it's all fun in Flavio's mind. He got to tease his brother fully for their rooms being right next to each other.

He yawns and flops down on the bed he and Lovino share. Even if the meetings aren't all that bad, Flavio's favorite part is going to sleep. He snuggles into Lovino, smiling slightly when he hears the other huff, knowing exactly what kind of bitter expression is on Lovino's face. How he can still be frowning even at a time like this Flavio isn't sure, but he is sure of the frown lines. He wraps his arms around Lovin's waist and holds him close when he hears an odd noise.

Thump. Thumpthump.

Flavio raises his head a little, confusion taking over. He hears another noise, then what sounds like an eek coming from across the room. He flops his head back down and huffs. It's probably just Feli, getting excited about something else ridiculous again. He nearly scowls when Feli keeps screaming. He flat out sits up when he hears his brother calling Feli's name, trying to get him to calm down when a definite crash is heard. Luciano is probably throwing things. Flavio huffs again and stumbles his way over to the doors. He fiddles with latch and jerks the door open.

"Can you guys please be quiet? Some of us are trying to sleep." He barks out, putting a hand on his hip and keeping one on the door handle. Now it's completely silent. Flavio scrunches up his nose.

"Well?" He asks them impatiently, now tapping his foot and waiting for an answer. They made so much noise, enough to get him out of his comfy spot on the bed, and now they have nothing to say. Flavio crosses his arms and waits for an answer.

Lovino, who fell asleep early enough to not be entirely woken by the noise, is jostled awake by the cold suddenly hitting his back. He raises his head, blinking around with a grimace to find the blonde who usually keeps him warm. He spies Flavio standing by a bright doorway and Lovino makes a noise of disgust. He pulls himself out of bed and over to where Flavio is standing between the two doors that join their room with their brothers.

Lovino blinks groggily into his brother's room. Feliciano is doing his best to hide his face in Luciano's chest while Luciano is red faced and glaring angrily at his brother. Lovino lazily raises an eyebrow at their position. They are wrapped around each other with a blanket loosely wrapped over them, but open enough for Lovino to tell they aren't wearing clothes. Lovino blinks then turns his grumpy tired look to Flavio.

The blonde still has his arms crossed and a small pout on his face. The words "I don't need sleep to be pretty" are printed on his sleep mask, currently obstructing his vision from the sight in front of him. Lovino has enough sense to roll his eyes.

"I am too fucking tired for this shit, get your sparkly ass back to bed you fuck I'm cold," Lovino reaches over and closes both of the doors in Flavio's face, locking the one he can. Flavio makes a small whine when Lovino grabs his arm and drags him backwards towards the bed. He pushes the other down and then snuggles into his chest, effectively shutting Flavio up. He's too tired to even begin to comprehend or be angry at the image he just witnessed. He can deal with the embarrassment of that whole situation tomorrow when he's more awake.

itsellora asked: Could u write me a little drabble thing where Lovino gets a job at a retail clothing store? And he has to be all smiley and polite to customers. And hes not good at it at all. And Flavio works there x3 He flirts with customers. And Lovino.

"If I may suggest this top instead, the color would match your eyes so much better." Lovino pauses in his regulated sweep to rest his broom against his shoulder and watch his colleague work with a mild look of disgust on his face. If working in a retail store hadn't been bad enough, his normally scheduled shift partner is a complete flamboyant flirt.

He raises an eyebrow at Flavio when the other winks at a customer. How he hasn't gotten fired is beyond Lovino in so many ways. The customers walk away and Flavio looks over at him still with a smirk on his face. Lovino raises his arms in a 'what the fuck' manner. Flavio simply blows him a kiss and continues over to the check out area. Lovino rolls his eyes with a scowl.

He continues on with his sweep, waking through the aisle of clothes meticulously and carefully, making sure he does his job right. He may not like his job but he's not going to fuck it up. It was his grandfather's idea to get a job, and the money is nice, but damn if there is one thing Lovino can not stand about his job is-

He tenses as someone puts their hand on his shoulder. He takes a deep breath and faces the customer with a strained smile on his face while trying to look as polite as possible. The middle aged man asks him a question still with his hand on Lovino's shoulder. Lovino grits his teeth and gently pushes the hand off him and takes a step back, telling the man the direction he needs to go in to find what he's looking for. The man laughs good naturedly and Lovino smiles once more while biting his tongue as the man puts his hand back on Lovino's shoulder before walking off.

When his back is turned Lovino lets his smile drop and he glares at the retreating form. He begins to mutter under his breath about 'people touching him' as he heads to the front of the store to finish off his sweep route. Flavio smiles at him when he comes closer, chatting with a new customer and possibly flirting once again. Lovino does a mock sneer to him when Flavio winks in his direction.

He suppresses his groan of annoyance when their boss stops by quickly, smiling as best he can though he'd rather be saying swear words in a long rant. He clenches his teeth tight when the boss pats him on the back twice and jostles him around. He tightens his grip on his broom, staring at the floor near his feet and trying not to take the broom and smack the boss with it. The man finally walks out and Lovino looks up to Flavio at the counter, covering his mouth and trying not to laugh.

"The next mother fucker that touches me gets this broomstick up their ass," He mumbles only loud enough for Flavio to hear. His co-worker snorts and dissolves into laughter. Lovino walks away from the counter as customers approach.

"Now what got you laughing so badly?" They ask. Lovino glances over his shoulder at Flavio still smiling at him.

"I'm just falling in love a little bit more don't you worry, did you find everything okay today?" Lovino snaps his head around to finish his sweep route, avoiding other people to not have to talk to them. Maybe he's a little proud of himself for making Flavio laugh, but the burning in his cheeks at Flavio's remark is so not worth it.

AN: Bunches of Italians