Breakfast
When Lovino was younger, he had always been the last one to wake up. Feliciano had always been up before him, from what little he could remember of their mother she had always been up early, and when they had been dumped on their grandfather he had been up early enough. At least, earlier than Lovino.
Now he found himself awake, once more in a house with three people in it, but the first one awake. It was a strange feeling. Turning, he found himself staring at Antonio. It always seemed to take an entire armada to get him up. Not that it took that much to wake him up, but afterward Antonio never just got up, he always lazed about in bed as if he had all the time in the world. Lovino was not certain where Antonio got off thinking that, but he would always complain about it, and he would not know what to do if Antonio did not continue to do that.
Lovino fought against the feeling to cuddle up with Antonio and go back to sleep and won. Against one of them. He cuddled up again with Antonio (having to ignore again that he was a horrible Catholic) and wondered whether today would be anything like yesterday. No, it could not possibly be that good. Grandpa was going to divert his attention back to Feliciano and everything would go back to normal. It was a wretched thought.
It did not matter. Antonio was marrying him either way. Lovino might be a bit upset if he lost this strange bout of attention, but...
But the most important thing was still happening. Whatever was going to happen today did not matter.
So Lovino quietly extricated himself from Antonio and went downstairs to make breakfast before Marcus would do so. Not that he did not want Marcus making breakfast, but... Actually, no, that sounded like an excellent idea. Lovino seated himself at the table with one of his notebooks and started flipping through the pages. After all, he could be organized!
Who was going to be Antonio's best man? The first two that came to mind were both people Lovino did not really want making a speech. Gilbert was Gilbert (okay sometimes, but not really all that eloquent and most often just being a bastard). Francis had not seemed to have changed too much from when he had used to live here (except for now being a lawyer and therefore having knowledge on how to find loopholes in more, instead of just being sneaky enough to pretend he was doing nothing wrong). Really? These two were Antonio's best friends?
Not that Lovino could compare. Antonio was his best friend and that was about it. Thought Elizaveta was really nice. Actually, he was pretty lucky to have either of them.
Never mind. I'll talk to Antonio about it at lunch. He has to have just one person in mind. As long as he did not have two, that was okay.
He just doubted it. Immensely.
"Who's ready for some breakfast!" Marcus announced, loud enough that he could have been up for a few hours by this point. Though Lovino knew better, he was like Feliciano. Once woken up, there was no leftover sleep clinging on. "What do you want, Lovi~?"
Marcus hugged him from behind and Lovino found himself in a state of trying not to be in denial again. This was just... too good. Was it not?
"Pasta."
He would enjoy it while he could.
Notes:
Yes, pasta for breakfast. Do not question a Vargas!
