Wow, such a quick update! How'd that happen? Idk, but I think it has something to do with cybale's amazing review. I actually wrote this yesterday, but waited to review as to not overload everyone with fanfics. lol.

Disclaimer: No job = no money, so I obviously don't get anything from this.

Prompt Disclaimer: Since I don't know anything about the German Unification other than what I learned in AP Modern European History, I just used that. Nonnie Pasta is pasta (noodles) made in huge quantities by old Italian women (where I come from, 'Nonnie' is what children call their Italian grandmothers) and is the most delicious pasta in existence and is often paired with homemade sauce, num, and is taken home by the children and eaten for weeks at a time.

Prompt: German Unification, Nonnie Pasta, and HBO

Tony growled as yet another paperclip came in contact with the side of his head and he glared up at his boyfriend, "Sean, I swear to God if you don't stop that right now I will eat you." he stated, picking up the small piece of metal and putting it in a pile with the twenty others that had been flicked at his head in the last hour that he'd been trying, fruitlessly, to study for his final exams.

"Is that a promise?" The blonde answered, a smart-ass grin dancing upon his lips.

Tony just rolled his eyes, attempting to concentrate on the German unification, writing in two point font on the study guide his teacher was letting them bring into the exam, "I don't know why you're not studying, you have more exams than I do, but all you've been doing since you got here is try to distract me this entire time...I don't know why I let you invite yourself over today, I knew from the second you walked in you wouldn't let me get any work done..." he reprimanded more himself than the boy sitting across from him at the table.

Sean gave him a mock-offended pout, "That's not fair! How have I been trying to distract you?"

Tony set down his pencil, sitting back in his chair, and held up his fingers as he listed, "Well first of all, you came here without a shirt, as in you didn't even bring one, you knew that would distract me right off the bat. Second, you've kept trying to talk to me this entire time, and finally you've been shooting paper clips at my head for the last hour. You're driving me nuts!" Tony stated, his hands flying around him as he yelled, frustration clear in his voice.

"Well I'm sorry that it's not fun to watch you read a book for an hour!" Sean stated, his voice snotty, but both of them knowing they weren't actually fighting.

"Then go on my computer, watch television, a movie, I don't care just let me concentrate!" Tony yelled, his voice sounding angry but a smile on his lips.

"Fine, I will, and I'll help myself to some of that Nonnie pasta I saw in the fridge earlier too!" he stated, getting up and walking into the kitchen.

The Italian face-palmed, "Are you serious? That's why you've been bothering me this entire time? So I would dismiss you and you could eat my left-over Nonnie pasta? You know you can just ask for it, or just take it, nobody will care! There's enough of that to last us two weeks, and we're getting more tomorrow!" Tony stated, he would never understand Sean's logic of, I'm too polite to ask, so let me annoy you until you dismiss me and I can eat it out of 'spite'. It sounded crazy, but the blonde did it all the time, and he should have gotten used to it by now.

Sean popped his head in a few moments later, macaroni on the fork he was holding, "Well that would just be rude, now excuse me while I drink your soda and watch your HBO." he grinned and Tony could hear him walk into the other room and turn on the television. Tony just shook his head, a smile on his face, and put his headphones in his ear, wondering how this could possibly be "normal" for anyone else.

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