AN: I don't really know what to write in these things. Should I write personal stuff? Uhm,, my grandmother's car is rather hard to drive but at least the streets here are calm...also my Lovino cosplay is finished. Woo!~
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
knock knock
"No."
knock knock knock
"Noooo."
Where the fuck were his parents?
Ahh that's right, a stupid fucking barbecue
Lovino stumbled out of bed and tiredly threw on some jeans. He didn't bother with a shirt, just headed towards the front door, throwing it open angrily.
"If you're from some church I'm going to fucking-"
"Hi, Lovino!" At the sound of Antonio's cheery voice, he immediately started closing the door. "No, no wait!"
"Fucking...what? You woke me up." The Italian rubbed at his eyes, still trying to see straight through the rays of sun.
"Its noon on a Saturday."
"Yeah well I'm a fucking 18 year old and unlike your grandpa ass we sleep the fuck in. Get off my damn porch asshole!"
"...you really did just wake up."
"Yeah what clued you in?!"
"Well you aren't wearing a shirt."
Lovino's mind snapped back to reality with enough speed to give him whiplash. All the fogginess was gone and he was suddenly very very awake. His cheeks began to flush crimson and Antonio laughed.
"Ahh Lovi you always were so easy to fluster!"
Toni suddenly stopped laughing, eyes widening, shocked at his own slip up.
"Aha! You fucker!" Lovi stepped forward, pushing the man hard enough that he stumbled backwards, off of the Italian's porch. "Don't come near me."
He spun on his heel and slammed the door shut in Antonio's face, for the second time that week.
The Spaniard called, "Lovino I can explain. Hey!"
But Lovi had already locked the door.