A/N: I'm really sorry for my lateness, but I caught a bad cold for a week and couldn't write anything in this time. Now I am fine again...
But I think I will take a little longer than a month next time too since in Germany there are too many holidays at once and between all of those holidays and stuff I have to write tests in school, keep up with other school stuff and also this month and next there is every single convention I am going to visit... so... not that much time to write... T-T
My Latin teacher almost caught me writing this... I was for once completly concentrating on my writing to finish this and he chose right that moment to ask me something...
Document manager shocked me. my word said this chapter has 1800 something words. DM said it was 1300 something! I speed-read it and nothing was missing, hopefully I saw right...
A big THANK YOU for all of my reviewers!
to Hmmm: Thank you for pointing out my mistakes^^ I'll try to avoid making them in the future^^
Warnings: FLUFFFFFFFFFFFFFF, more mistakes than normal since I was speed editing this
What the fuck is wrong with that fucking Spaniard?
I know he received some serious brain damage when hanging out with bastard France and the Beer-Bastard!
First he feels me up while we are eating dinner and then he ignores me like nothing happened!
He didn't even "just" ignore me.
He downright stopped in the middle of feeling me up.
Doesn't he like me? I thought he did!
But it seems I am still just some stupid brat.
I was on the verge of crying, but for once I couldn´t do embarrassing stuff like that. I had to keep my tears inside.
I can´t show my weakness to some deceiving bastard!
While I thought these thoughts I turned form lying on my back to lying on my side.
And just when I finished I heard footsteps coming over from the kitchen.
The bastard was back.
I turned around, sat up and glared the most evil glare I could manage, hoping it could put Sweden's glare to shame.
"Sorry for taking so long~ do you want soda?"
THAT is the ONLY explanation I will get?
No saying Sorry about leaving me after feeling me up, kissing me, seducing me?
Just I took long in cleaning up?
BASTARD!
I crossed my arms. "Hmpf! Did you go to Germany and back for the soda? I just want it if it isn´t German!"
That sounded really whiney and stuff, didn´t it? It was supposed to be angry!
"It´s the normal Spanish soda I always have" Antonio said and filled our glasses.
I turned to look out again and waited.
When the bastard came I grabbed the glass glaring and drank. Bastard sat down beside me and I watched him from the corner of my eyes.
He had sat down with a distance but got slowly closer, trying to sneak up on me.
He won´t get near me after the things he had done.
"Stay away from me pervert!" I said while moving away. I won´t tempt the bastard with staying.
"Why?" The whiney bastard whined.
"Because you are a pervert, bastard. Also you had your fair share touching me, worth the next century!" I said eying my glass.
"Loviii~ I am no pervert~ I want to touch you because I like you~"
Shit! Why am I affected this much by these simple words he tells everyone?
"If you want someone to touch go touch Feli, you say this to him all the time, too and hug him anywhere."
"But I like touching Lovi muuuuuch more~" This really affects me too much.
I drank the rest of my soda to hide the fact I was affected and to distract myself so I wouldn´t jump him if I saw just one glance of his eyes. When I had collected myself I said: "You are just talking! Give me more Soda!"
"Yes, Lovi~~~" The Spaniard said having recovered from being whiney and got up taking my glass with him.
I heard him doing something behind my back and shortly after approaching footsteps. I expected to see him shortly in the corner of my eyes.
I did see him.
But not his body as expected, instead his legs.
Next to mine!
Next his arms sneaked around me holding my glass. "Here your soda~"
I was in complete shock for a moment or two.
To sneak his arms around me the bastard had to touch me.
His voice right next to my ear.
The Spanish accent and the soft voice.
"WAAAH!" What am I thinking?
I threw my head backwards to hit the bastard with it.
I didn´t manage to get a good hit instead I fell back against Antonio.
He hugged me tighter, still holding my glass, speaking next to my ear with his sen…. bastardic voice "Why are you so angry?"
"You know very well"
"I am so sorry" He said sounding genuine for once and moved his mouth to my neck kissing me there.
"You aren´t! You would leave me anytime, if you found something more interesting" My anger was already wavering under his touch.
Why does he have this affect on me?
"Never Lovi! You are the most interesting person in the whole world." Antonio said raising his voice a little from his sensual whisper.
"You are just making fun of me!" I had to fight to keep a certain level of anger in my voice with Antonio's on my neck the whole time
"No I don't! I-I'm..." His lips had moved from my neck but his grip on me tightened.
"What are you becoming all shy for now?" I said grabbing my grass from his hands, wondering why the happy-go-lucky-says-what's-on-his-mind-idiot Antonio is at a loss for words.
"I-I didn't want to scare you with being too forward so I gave up after you were still for so long."
I drank from my glass and mumbled: "Some other things scare me much more"
"Mmmh? What did you say, my Lovi~" Antonio piped up
"I am not yours (not anymore), bastard!" I said blushing very hard.
The reason was my thoughts. I imagined being Antonio's again, but in a very different way than before. Not as a colony but being married.
It was a very embarrassing image because in it I was the wife wearing a frilly apron AND I was smiling.
A very disturbing image, but it left a warm fluttery feeling in my belly
I leant against Antonio as far as it was possible with being hugged against him already.
Antonio hugged me closer and somehow managed to kiss my cheek.
My blush couldn't get any worse but it would have if it could.
Antonio kept on kissing me.
My cheek, my neck, everywhere he could reach.
Then he kissed my ear and whispered: "I really do love you!" His Spanish accent showing more than normal.
With his voice Antonio could melt every coherent thought in my head and just leave more of those marriage images and others I don't want to name.
Nice, the pervert turned me into a pervert.
"Wha?" I exclaimed turning around as much as it was possible in my current position.
I turned the direction of his face and when I turned Antonio moved to kiss my cheek again.
Which was missed by a few centimeters, thanks to my turning.
So his lips landed directly on mine, a by now familiar bolt rushed through my body and I closed my eyes, which resulted in my head-images getting clearer.
When I didn't pull back Antonio pulled me closer and pressed his lips to mine harder.
After a (too) short while he pulled back and looked me in the eyes for the first time after coming back "I really do mean it, Lovi!"
I mumbled some incoherent stuff while looking into those shining green orbs. The shine different from normal. Not shining and sparkling with happiness but rather glowing with love and admiration, which were hidden behind the happy sparkles before.
The green a little darker than normal, greener.
We kept on staring.
Our lips slowly gravitating towards the others while I tried to turn farther so I wouldn't get neck pains.
I managed to turn so I sat between his legs facing him just when our lips met. I wound my arms around Antonio's neck, his were resting on my hips.
My eyes were closed and just before I closed mine I saw hos also closing.
We were kissing for some time, Antonio's hands lightly stroking my sides and mine touching hos soft curly locks.
I leant against him more and more, my body searching warmth.
When Antonio opened his mouth and licked my lips I pulled back startled.
I was panting.
I never realized I was out of breath while we kissed.
I opened my eyes still in Antonio's light hold on my sides.
Antonio's breathing was also heavy, his eyes half open.
The green changed again, how I could not say, but I could see disappointment in them.
It didn't seem as Antonio would say something anytime soon.
He seemed to wait for some kind of reaction from me.
Should I apologize?
If I should I didn't know for what.
I blushed while thinking.
I couldn't just move in for another kiss, it would be embarrassing and stuff and wouldn't get us anywhere
"Uhm…" I started, still not knowing what to talk about.
Immediately Antonio's whole attention was on me, looking deep into my eyes.
"Why the hell did you lick my lips?" I snapped completely embarrassed.
Damn.
I shouldn't snap in this kind of situation, but I couldn't help it.
My cheeks were hot.
It didn't seem to make Antonio move away. He took one hand away from my side and moved it to my face "Shh… Lovi, I'm sorry. It's something you do while kissing if you really love the other person very much~ It's called French kissing~~"
"Gaah! I knew it. French people are total perverts! Licking other people while kissing°!"
"It's not really like that Lovi…~ I will show it to you if you want, until then let me hug you~~"
"Urg! I don't want people to lick my face!" I said moving forward a little bit and Antonio took the hint pulling me into him with his hands that had sneaked to my back.
He hugged me as close as it was possible in our position, which didn't have us touching very much, since I was on my knees between his legs.
Shortly after Antonio started hugging me, he managed to lift me up a little and sat me down so I was straddling his now closed legs, then he pulled me closer so our upper bodies where pressed against each other.
How was the happy-go-lucky Spaniard still this strong after all this centuries of not fighting with his battle axe and almost a century without any fights?
I relaxed into the hug and Antonio pulled me so close it almost crushed my bones but he was still very gentle and loving.
Caring and possessive.
Possessive?
Was Antonio possessive?
Would he be jealous if I had chosen someone else?
I never thought about things like this.
It always had been me demanding Antonio's attention.
Demanding him being near.
Demanding him not to leave.
I never considered his feelings, just doing what I wanted.
I really am the brat people dub me as, aren't I?
But Antonio did everything I wanted, at least mostly.
Nobody told me different during my childhood.
Well some did bur I wouldn't listen to anybody but Antonio, if I ever did what grown-ups said.
I felt warm air on my neck and realized Antonio had laid his head on my shoulder-
I put my head on his shoulder, too, my eyes closed, body relaxed.
The warmth surrounding me was making me sleepy.
I was content and happy, for once I had nothing to complain about.
Antonio's hand wandering up and down my back soothed me.
I was content and didn't deny my wishes because of embarrassment.
I tightened my grip on his neck a little but it loosened again as I fell asleep in the relaxing warmth that is Antonio.
OK angst or something that was supposed to be angst resolved.
Lovi is VERY innocent it seems, despite being Italian...
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