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Lovino helped Alfred to his door and handed him his keys. "Here you go, bastardo," he said, and waited for the blond to open the door.
Alfred rifled through the keys on the ring a few times and then turned towards Lovino, his sheepish grin making a reappearance. "Er, I'm kind of seeing double. Not sure which one is right." Lovino took the key ring from him with a scoff, selected the right one, and then pushed Alfred aside to unlock the door.
The hazel-eyed teen turned around only to be met with a swaying Alfred. The blond caught himself with a hand on the door on either side of Lovino. "Sorry," the larger teen breathed. "I'm still kind of dizzy."
His nose was mere scant inches from Lovino's own, and his warm breath wafted across the Italian's face. Lovino was so red that he wouldn't have been surprised if Alfred could feel the warmth from his face. Then again, the American was so close that even if Lovino wasn't blushing, the American probably could have felt his body heat anyway- chigi!
Alfred blinked and the blur in front of him swam into focus. Lovino was pressed into the door as if he was trying to pass straight through it, face bright red. Huh, the American thought. He's pretty adorable when he's all red like that. And I never saw those gold flecks in Lovino's eyes before…
His eyes traveled down to the blushing brunet's slightly parted lips. Alfred leaned forward…
Holy crap! The blond jerked back in realization of what he had nearly done, panicked and almost as red as Lovino. The latter looked as if someone had hit him over the head with a blunt object. "Um- uh, thanksfordrivingmehome!" Alfred spat out, and then squeezed in his front door past a frozen Lovino. His arm brushed Lovino's shoulder, and the blond couldn't help but shiver. Alfred practically slammed the door, and then sank down to the ground on the other side. He hadn't freaked out this bad since- hell, he couldn't even remember! What the hell was he doing back there? Friends don't kiss friends!
Suddenly, Alfred noticed the banging on the door behind his back. "Wh-what is it?" he asked, dry mouthed, ridiculously afraid to open the door.
"Bastard!" Lovino shouted on the other side. "How am I supposed to get home, now? It's your car!"
"Oh, right." Alfred laughed weakly, and then slowly opened the door, steadfastly avoiding eye contact. "Mattie'll drive you home later, whenever he gets back, 'kay?"
"Yeah, whatever," Lovino grumbled, red-faced and not looking at Alfred either. "I'm starving. Got any decent food? None of that fast food crap!"
And just like that, they were okay again.
Alfred got caught up in feeding the irritable Italian, beating the pants off of him in video games, and then feeding him again so he would stop sulking. (Even though Lovi was super adorable when he sulked.)
He didn't remember the strange experience he had until much, much later, when Lovino was gone and he was alone in bed. Then, he remembered the exact color of Lovino's eyes, gently touched his own lips, and blushed.
What the hell is going on? he wondered.
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