"Tell me something I don't know about you."
"So basically anything?" Madeline rolls her eyes at the answer. Lovino sighs, running a hand through his hair.
"I like to sing."
"Will you sing for me?"
"No."
"Rude." Lovino shrugs. Madeline curls up deeper into his side.
"What's your favorite color?"
"Red. What's yours?"
"Purple."
"Why?"
"It's the color of your eyes." Madeline giggles. Lovino holds her tighter.
"Okay how about.. Do you know any other languages?"
"Parlo italiano, you?"
"Je parle francais."
"Where'd you learn that?"
"I grew up in Canada, plus papa is French. Where'd you learn Italian?"
"Grandpa taught us when we were younger." Lovino shifts on his bed to lean back a bit more. Madeline wiggles with him.
"Favorite food."
"Pancakes. Fight me. You?"
"Heh, pizza, but not that greasy fat crap."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, thinner, better toppings. I could make it better."
"Can you make me some?"
"Not right now, I don't want to move."
"Makes sense." Madeline snuggles into his shoulder. Lovino rests his head against hers.
"Favorite song."
"Oh that's not fair! You can't ask that. Ask something else."
"Ugh fine, how about favorite time of day."
"Oh I like that one. I like morning times best. You?"
"Before everyone wakes up times." Madeline hums. Lovino sighs.
"What do you want to be when you're older?"
"Business something or other. What are your plans?"
"I want to teach people how to skate."
"Where did you learn how to do that?"
"My real mother taught me before she died."
"Would it be bad of me to ask about her?"
"Nope, she died of cancer when I was six." Lovino glares at nothing in particular. Madeline plays with the edge of shirt.
"That sucks."
"I'm alright, mostly I just worry about papa. He says he's over it, but I think he gets sad still sometimes."
"Makes sense."
"Where are your parents?"
"Italy."
"Why aren't they here?"
"Not really sure."
"Does that bother you?"
"Sometimes." Madeline twists around to face him. Lovino gets caught in her eyes again.
"Why don't care about a lot of things?"
"Not sure. I've thought it might be to protect myself, but I don't know what I need protection from."
"Are you just scared?"
"Possibly." Madeline snuggles back into him. Lovino wraps his arms around her firmly.
"I told you before how I worry for Feliciano."
"Yeah."
"I worry for you too." Lovino bites his tongue. He never really thought himself worry worthy.
"You say you don't care, I think you just don't want to get hurt."
"Probably."
"Thank you." Lovino scrunches up his face. He sits up slightly to get Madeline to look up at him. She does.
"For what?"
"For taking a chance with me." She smiles gently. He leans forward and kisses her softly.
"Thank you then."
"For what?"
"For making me care." They lean back into their lax position.
"Oh favorite animal."
"I like brown bears.
"I like polar bears."
"Can you get any more Canadian?"
"Moose."
"Fuck." Madeline giggles. Lovino smiles for a second.
"What do you like to do in your free time?"
"Mostly I just skate, or I read."
"I doodle and dance."
"Can I see some of your doodles?"
"When I doodle I will show you."
"You don't have any right now?"
"They're all of you. So no." Madeline sits up to look down at him. Lovino doesn't move.
"What'd you do with that picture of me?"
"Oh, I uh. It's near my mirror in my room."
"Feliciano drew me a picture of you too."
"Really?"
"Yeah." Lovino points to the picture on the small table. Madeline hums.
"That was sweet of him."
"Yeah I guess so." Madeline leans down a kisses him gently. Lovino pulls her close to him.
"This is nice."
"We should do it more often then."
"I've never felt this comfortable with someone."
"Really?"
"In case you haven't noticed, I don't exactly have a lot of friends." She giggles. He rolls his eyes.
"I'm really comfortable with you too."
".. really?"
"Of course dofus. I don't feel like I have to try too hard."
"That's good right?"
"Yes, that is wonderful." She pecks his cheek softly. He sighs in content.
"Does this make us together?"
"If it doesn't then what the fuck?"
"You're so eloquent. Is that your favorite word?"
"Fucking maybe." She giggles again, snuggling close. He nuzzles into her hair.
"Okay fine, to make it official, will you be my girlfriend?"
"Sweet talk me."
"Seriously?"
"You're Italian right? You can do it."
"Is that racist?"
"Maybe stereotypical." Lovino sighs and sits up to lean on his elbow over Madeline. She's smiling gently at him.
"Madeline from the first moment I saw you I couldn't get your damn eyes out of my head."
"You're not supposed to swear during sweet talk."
"Shh don't interrupt. I couldn't stop thinking about them, and then I saw you again when you were brushing your hair and I just wanted to run my hands through it."
"Oh is that when you-"
"Yes. What did I say about interrupting? Now where was it? Hair, right, then I couldn't stop thinking about your fucking smile. Dammit no one has a right to look that gorgeous." He doesn't look away from her eyes. She covers her mouth with her hand.
"Is that all?"
"Yes I'm done."
"You're not supposed to swear in sweet talk."
"Too late now." She giggles more, removing her hand from her face. Lovino takes his chance to swoop in and kiss her gently.
"So is that yes?"
"Oh I don't know.."
"After all that shit you're just-" His words are cut off by Madeline kissing him quickly.
"Yes. All of the yes." Lovino releases a breath he didn't know he held. They snuggle late into the night. Feliciano comes up stairs telling them dinner is ready. After food, Lovino walks Madeline back to her house. He gives polite answers to a man wondering what Lovino wants with his daughter. Madeline gets entirely embarrassed. Lovino walks home in the snow, a slight smile on his face.
