[AN: THIS STORY IS FOR tuesycakes]
Lovino sucked in a breath of fresh air and remembered it was Sunday.
Today, once again, he would be having breakfast with Gilbert and Antonio.
He yawned, stretched, and began to get ready for the day. Feliciano was off with that stupid potato lover Ludwig again, so he was free to come and go from their house in Italy as he pleased. After a few hours of driving, he found himself on Antonio's doorstep. He muttered, "Why do I even come here..."
As usual, he was let in with a pleasant smile. The one person he didn't want to see was sitting at the kitchen table, and it looked like Antonio was cooking something for him. Taking advantage of other nations as usual...
Lovino took a seat at that same table, but Gilbert didn't seem to be plotting against him. He instead greeted him with a "Hey! What's up?" Lovino scowled, ignoring his greeting.
"Oh, come on, Lovino!"
"Fine..." he offered a smile, then remembered days of them being buddies. The two of them awkwardly hugged and then focused on a giggling Antonio in the kitchen. He cooked up three whole plates of eggs and set them down on the table, kissing his friends' ears as he leaned over to set them down. Gilbert licked his lips with a look of devilish hunger on his face.
"Let's dig in!" he shouted, and there was no trace that eggs even existed on his plate. Lovino stared in disbelief, just about to take his first bite. Antonio just laughed and hurried up to please his friend and not leave him waiting. Gilbert yawned, "Let's all go to bed!"
Antonio smiled. "Are you sure that's alright?"
Lovino just stared at those two idiots. "W...WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING!"
Gilbert thumped him across the head. "Not like that, you idiot! Just to get some extra sleep! Antonio's house is huge anyways..." he didn't bother for a proper answer and headed down to the master bedroom. Antonio stripped off his pink apron and quickly followed. That left Lovino, standing there with his mouth open. He quickly got it together and hurried behind them, not wanting to be alone.
Gilbert flopped onto the bed in one swift motion. He put his arms behind his back and cupped them behind his head, then crossed his legs. Antonio crawled right next to him and hugged his body, breathing in the strong amount of Axe surrounding his body. Lovino just made room for himself at the end of the bed. "Come on, Lovino! Get comfortable up here with us!"
"What's with you!" he snapped, but agreed nonetheless. He scooted to the other side of the bed, but angled himself so that his head was resting on Antonio's chest. He had to admit, the Spanish man had hard-rock abs and probably worked out every day.
Antonio broke the silence once again with a kiss in Gilbert's direction. He returned the favor, and they began to cuddle. Lovino tried his hardest to fall asleep as fast as possible so he wouldn't have to watch this anymore.
Antonio gave a hug and a kiss.
Gilbert nuzzled his head under Antonio's.
Lovino felt his eyes get heavy...
...
Lovino woke up with his tank top and boxers on, but they left lines; thank goodness they were kept on. He noticed that those two were asleep, and he thought now would be the time for an escape. Only one problem: he was caught in a death grip as a teddy bear for Antonio, and he was also squeezed in between them with Gilbert about to fall on top of him.
He did want to get out... but he might as well not wake up his friends...
He laughed a little to himself as he closed his eyes and pulled Antonio's warm body next to his.