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/blows some hair out of his face as he walks
/Is currently attempting to catch up to the other but failing miserably because he is slow and lazy and doesn’t know how to push his way through a crowd
“Loooooooooooviiiiii, slow down!!” He manages…
/At this moment he’s finally caught up to his companion and bends down behind him, wrapping his arms firmly around his waist
“Were you running away from me? How mean~! But now that I’ve caught you I’ll make sure that you can’t do it again!”
/Gives the Italian and loving squeeze, nuzzling his cheek against the top of his head
/huff, slightly annoyed
Ciao, Antonio./tries to wriggle free to gather the rest of his scattered bag, ignoring Spain’s affection
/Takes this as a cue to hold on tighter
Oh wow! You called me Antonio! You do love me!!!!!
/Is almost suffocating the other at this point ~in love~
/struggled harder, trying his fucking hardest not to laugh
Let go of me, idiota!
/manages to free himself and gathers his things, before turning back to Antonio, only slightly guilty. He shakes his head, giving in
…If you’re going to bother me anyway, you might as well help me pick up my groceries and carry them back to my apartment.
/There’s so much he could say in response, things that will probably earn him a punch or two, but he just simply smiles at Lovino and holds his arms out for the bags (and maybe a hug too)
/Dumps the bags in Spains arms and leads him down a few streets, before making it to a two story white building overlooking the sea. He climbs a set of outdoor stairs, making it to his apartment on the top floor. He fights with the key for a moment before opening the door, holding it for Antonio (though if he was asked about it, he’d deny it)
Just put them on the counter.
/takes a pot out of the cupboard and begins boiling water on the stove, preparing to make more spagetti than he usually would for himself, because he knew that he wasn’t getting rid of Spain any time soon
/skips inside, stopping every few hops to peer in wonder at his surrounds. It’s rare that Roma ever willing allows him to even step foot through the doorway, let alone give him free range to roam around. The pair usually spends their days doing nothing at his own house, so he is going to savor every second of this. After wasting enough time and finally placing the bags gracefully onto the counter, he looks over at his partner, waiting for his next set of directions.
/glances over his shoulder at Spain
The hell are you looking at?
/Leaves the water to boil and walk out of the kitchen to the small balcony overlooking the sea. He leans forward against the low white wall, watching the sunset over the water. Looks over at Antonio again
Well? Are you just going to stand there and look stupid?
/cocks his head and shoots the other a goofy grin, walking forward to meet him
You’re just so handsome that I can’t look away~
/frowns, still looking out at the sun dipping below the horizon, casting a warm glow
Cut it out… I mean, you always say stuff like that, but you say it so much that it doesn’t hold meaning anymore. It’s stupid.
/turns around to face him, leaning back against the wall, crossing his arms.
What am I exactly to you?
/He pauses, smile faltering just a little
You don’t think I mean it?
/He takes a step forward, attitude suddenly much more serious than before
Because I do. I mean it every time I say it and every time I’ve ever said it.
/Another step, and another, and yet another, until he’s so close that their faces are almost touching
You’re everything to me.
/back pressed against the balcony, painfully aware of how close they are. His breath hitches in this throat, heart racing. He can feel the blood rushing to his face, and finds himself unable to make eye contact with Antonio, settling on just staring at his lips
/opens his mouth to speak, but can’t think of anything he could say after that
/thinking he’s done something wrong, the Spaniard allows his shoulders sag and head to drop
If you really want me to, Lovi, I’ll stop.
/it’s almost a whisper
Whatever will make you happy, I only want to make you happy.
/looks up with sincerity on the last word to stare into Lovino’s eyes
/breath catches again as he finally gains the courage to look up, but still can’t find any words. So, he settles on actions, throwing one arm around Antonio’s shoulders to pull him closer, and burying his other hand in the back of Antonio’s hair. He presses their foreheads together, closing his eyes and enjoying the warmth of both Spain and the setting sun behind them, splashing gold, purple and pink onto the sky. But it does nothing to calm his nervous heart.
/Maybe it’s the warmth radiating off of their bodies that are pressed so tightly together, or the way he can feel the other’s rapid heartbeat against his chest, but something draws him in and before he can stop himself his lips are brushing against Lovino’s.
/freezes a moment in slight shock, a light, fluttering feeling filling the pit of his stomach. Slowly his eyes drift closed, and he hesitantly brushes his lips against Spain’s in return. His grip in Antonio’s hair tightens as he pulls him closer, as close as possible.
/He allowing his lips to linger against the other’s for just a few seconds longer before coming to his senses and very slowly pulling away, despite how much he wants to continue. A wave of panic washes over his face and he’s unsure of what exactly to do.
Lovi…l-lo siento, lo siento. I didn’t mean to, well…But I did mean it though! With all of my heart, but I didn’t mean to…you…
/The Spaniard trails off, biting his lip to insure he won’t say anything else. Although it was pretty obvious that his companion…yeah, but Spain is dense as fuck, remember? Romano’s just going to have to be a little more straight forward if he really loves this idiot.
/He glares up at him, straight into his eyes this time.
Fottuto idiota.
/Crushes his lips against Spain’s, hesitation long gone. Pulling back, he regains his breath and continues his glaring
Even if you didn’t mean it, I did, you dumbass.
/He’s simply shocked, standing there stupidly with his jaw dropped and eyes so wide they’re about to pop out of their sockets. The Spaniard is beyond confused, pushing the many questions he’s so eager to blurt out to the back of his mind because they’re starting to hurt his head. And after an awkward minute long staring contest he manages to stutter out
A-are you sick, Roma?
/without thinking, he places his palm over the other’s forehead and checks for a fever, like he’s done so many times before in the past.
/growls, swatting Antonio’s hand before grabbing his face with both hands, forcing him to look into his eyes.
How clear do I have to make this?! I’m in love with you! Ti amo! Ti amo, idiota!
/He squeezes his eyes shut, realizing what he’d just said. In anger at himself more than Spain, he pushes himself away from the other, and storms off to the other side of the balcony, his back facing Antonio. He leans against the stone rail, hanging his head, ignoring the angry tears falling onto the white stone as he waits for rejection.
/and then everything stops. The words he’s always wanted to hear are ringing over and over again in his ears. And before he even has time to think, he’s already thrown himself on to Lovino, laughing harder than he’s ever laughed before.
You should have just said so to begin with!
/he somehow manages to get out in between kisses, ignoring the pounding fists on his back.
I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, te quiero…
/he repeats over and over like a madman, each time growing louder with more and more feeling until he’s screaming at the top of his lungs and he’s so overjoyed and emotional, he can’t stop the tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
/blows some hair out of his face as he walks
/Is currently attempting to catch up to the other but failing miserably because he is slow and lazy and doesn’t know how to push his way through a crowd
“Loooooooooooviiiiii, slow down!!” He manages…
/At this moment he’s finally caught up to his companion and bends down behind him, wrapping his arms firmly around his waist
“Were you running away from me? How mean~! But now that I’ve caught you I’ll make sure that you can’t do it again!”
/Gives the Italian and loving squeeze, nuzzling his cheek against the top of his head
/huff, slightly annoyed
Ciao, Antonio./tries to wriggle free to gather the rest of his scattered bag, ignoring Spain’s affection
/Takes this as a cue to hold on tighter
Oh wow! You called me Antonio! You do love me!!!!!
/Is almost suffocating the other at this point ~in love~
/struggled harder, trying his fucking hardest not to laugh
Let go of me, idiota!
/manages to free himself and gathers his things, before turning back to Antonio, only slightly guilty. He shakes his head, giving in
…If you’re going to bother me anyway, you might as well help me pick up my groceries and carry them back to my apartment.
/There’s so much he could say in response, things that will probably earn him a punch or two, but he just simply smiles at Lovino and holds his arms out for the bags (and maybe a hug too)
/Dumps the bags in Spains arms and leads him down a few streets, before making it to a two story white building overlooking the sea. He climbs a set of outdoor stairs, making it to his apartment on the top floor. He fights with the key for a moment before opening the door, holding it for Antonio (though if he was asked about it, he’d deny it)
Just put them on the counter.
/takes a pot out of the cupboard and begins boiling water on the stove, preparing to make more spagetti than he usually would for himself, because he knew that he wasn’t getting rid of Spain any time soon
/skips inside, stopping every few hops to peer in wonder at his surrounds. It’s rare that Roma ever willing allows him to even step foot through the doorway, let alone give him free range to roam around. The pair usually spends their days doing nothing at his own house, so he is going to savor every second of this. After wasting enough time and finally placing the bags gracefully onto the counter, he looks over at his partner, waiting for his next set of directions.
/glances over his shoulder at Spain
The hell are you looking at?
/Leaves the water to boil and walk out of the kitchen to the small balcony overlooking the sea. He leans forward against the low white wall, watching the sunset over the water. Looks over at Antonio again
Well? Are you just going to stand there and look stupid?
/cocks his head and shoots the other a goofy grin, walking forward to meet him
You’re just so handsome that I can’t look away~
/frowns, still looking out at the sun dipping below the horizon, casting a warm glow
Cut it out… I mean, you always say stuff like that, but you say it so much that it doesn’t hold meaning anymore. It’s stupid.
/turns around to face him, leaning back against the wall, crossing his arms.
What am I exactly to you?
/He pauses, smile faltering just a little
You don’t think I mean it?
/He takes a step forward, attitude suddenly much more serious than before
Because I do. I mean it every time I say it and every time I’ve ever said it.
/Another step, and another, and yet another, until he’s so close that their faces are almost touching
You’re everything to me.
/back pressed against the balcony, painfully aware of how close they are. His breath hitches in this throat, heart racing. He can feel the blood rushing to his face, and finds himself unable to make eye contact with Antonio, settling on just staring at his lips
/opens his mouth to speak, but can’t think of anything he could say after that
/thinking he’s done something wrong, the Spaniard allows his shoulders sag and head to drop
If you really want me to, Lovi, I’ll stop.
/it’s almost a whisper
Whatever will make you happy, I only want to make you happy.
/looks up with sincerity on the last word to stare into Lovino’s eyes
/breath catches again as he finally gains the courage to look up, but still can’t find any words. So, he settles on actions, throwing one arm around Antonio’s shoulders to pull him closer, and burying his other hand in the back of Antonio’s hair. He presses their foreheads together, closing his eyes and enjoying the warmth of both Spain and the setting sun behind them, splashing gold, purple and pink onto the sky. But it does nothing to calm his nervous heart.
/Maybe it’s the warmth radiating off of their bodies that are pressed so tightly together, or the way he can feel the other’s rapid heartbeat against his chest, but something draws him in and before he can stop himself his lips are brushing against Lovino’s.
/freezes a moment in slight shock, a light, fluttering feeling filling the pit of his stomach. Slowly his eyes drift closed, and he hesitantly brushes his lips against Spain’s in return. His grip in Antonio’s hair tightens as he pulls him closer, as close as possible.
/He allowing his lips to linger against the other’s for just a few seconds longer before coming to his senses and very slowly pulling away, despite how much he wants to continue. A wave of panic washes over his face and he’s unsure of what exactly to do.
Lovi…l-lo siento, lo siento. I didn’t mean to, well…But I did mean it though! With all of my heart, but I didn’t mean to…you…
/The Spaniard trails off, biting his lip to insure he won’t say anything else. Although it was pretty obvious that his companion…yeah, but Spain is dense as fuck, remember? Romano’s just going to have to be a little more straight forward if he really loves this idiot.
/He glares up at him, straight into his eyes this time.
Fottuto idiota.
/Crushes his lips against Spain’s, hesitation long gone. Pulling back, he regains his breath and continues his glaring
Even if you didn’t mean it, I did, you dumbass.
/He’s simply shocked, standing there stupidly with his jaw dropped and eyes so wide they’re about to pop out of their sockets. The Spaniard is beyond confused, pushing the many questions he’s so eager to blurt out to the back of his mind because they’re starting to hurt his head. And after an awkward minute long staring contest he manages to stutter out
A-are you sick, Roma?
/without thinking, he places his palm over the other’s forehead and checks for a fever, like he’s done so many times before in the past.
((No, I am not procrastinating my homework. Silence.))
((Oh bby, I’m sorry I’ve been so shitty with replying. No excuses, just let me stay here on my knees and beg you to forgive me ;-;))
/blows some hair out of his face as he walks
/Is currently attempting to catch up to the other but failing miserably because he is slow and lazy and doesn’t know how to push his way through a crowd
“Loooooooooooviiiiii, slow down!!” He manages…
/At this moment he’s finally caught up to his companion and bends down behind him, wrapping his arms firmly around his waist
“Were you running away from me? How mean~! But now that I’ve caught you I’ll make sure that you can’t do it again!”
/Gives the Italian and loving squeeze, nuzzling his cheek against the top of his head
/huff, slightly annoyed
Ciao, Antonio./tries to wriggle free to gather the rest of his scattered bag, ignoring Spain’s affection
/Takes this as a cue to hold on tighter
Oh wow! You called me Antonio! You do love me!!!!!
/Is almost suffocating the other at this point ~in love~
/struggled harder, trying his fucking hardest not to laugh
Let go of me, idiota!
/manages to free himself and gathers his things, before turning back to Antonio, only slightly guilty. He shakes his head, giving in
…If you’re going to bother me anyway, you might as well help me pick up my groceries and carry them back to my apartment.
/There’s so much he could say in response, things that will probably earn him a punch or two, but he just simply smiles at Lovino and holds his arms out for the bags (and maybe a hug too)
/Dumps the bags in Spains arms and leads him down a few streets, before making it to a two story white building overlooking the sea. He climbs a set of outdoor stairs, making it to his apartment on the top floor. He fights with the key for a moment before opening the door, holding it for Antonio (though if he was asked about it, he’d deny it)
Just put them on the counter.
/takes a pot out of the cupboard and begins boiling water on the stove, preparing to make more spagetti than he usually would for himself, because he knew that he wasn’t getting rid of Spain any time soon
/skips inside, stopping every few hops to peer in wonder at his surrounds. It’s rare that Roma ever willing allows him to even step foot through the doorway, let alone give him free range to roam around. The pair usually spends their days doing nothing at his own house, so he is going to savor every second of this. After wasting enough time and finally placing the bags gracefully onto the counter, he looks over at his partner, waiting for his next set of directions.
/glances over his shoulder at Spain
The hell are you looking at?
/Leaves the water to boil and walk out of the kitchen to the small balcony overlooking the sea. He leans forward against the low white wall, watching the sunset over the water. Looks over at Antonio again
Well? Are you just going to stand there and look stupid?
/cocks his head and shoots the other a goofy grin, walking forward to meet him
You’re just so handsome that I can’t look away~
/frowns, still looking out at the sun dipping below the horizon, casting a warm glow
Cut it out… I mean, you always say stuff like that, but you say it so much that it doesn’t hold meaning anymore. It’s stupid.
/turns around to face him, leaning back against the wall, crossing his arms.
What am I exactly to you?
/He pauses, smile faltering just a little
You don’t think I mean it?
/He takes a step forward, attitude suddenly much more serious than before
Because I do. I mean it every time I say it and every time I’ve ever said it.
/Another step, and another, and yet another, until he’s so close that their faces are almost touching
You’re everything to me.
/back pressed against the balcony, painfully aware of how close they are. His breath hitches in this throat, heart racing. He can feel the blood rushing to his face, and finds himself unable to make eye contact with Antonio, settling on just staring at his lips
/opens his mouth to speak, but can’t think of anything he could say after that
/thinking he’s done something wrong, the Spaniard allows his shoulders sag and head to drop
If you really want me to, Lovi, I’ll stop.
/it’s almost a whisper
Whatever will make you happy, I only want to make you happy.
/looks up with sincerity on the last word to stare into Lovino’s eyes
/breath catches again as he finally gains the courage to look up, but still can’t find any words. So, he settles on actions, throwing one arm around Antonio’s shoulders to pull him closer, and burying his other hand in the back of Antonio’s hair. He presses their foreheads together, closing his eyes and enjoying the warmth of both Spain and the setting sun behind them, splashing gold, purple and pink onto the sky. But it does nothing to calm his nervous heart.
/Maybe it’s the warmth radiating off of their bodies that are pressed so tightly together, or the way he can feel the other’s rapid heartbeat against his chest, but something draws him in and before he can stop himself his lips are brushing against Lovino’s.
/freezes a moment in slight shock, a light, fluttering feeling filling the pit of his stomach. Slowly his eyes drift closed, and he hesitantly brushes his lips against Spain’s in return. His grip in Antonio’s hair tightens as he pulls him closer, as close as possible.
/He allowing his lips to linger against the other’s for just a few seconds longer before coming to his senses and very slowly pulling away, despite how much he wants to continue. A wave of panic washes over his face and he’s unsure of what exactly to do.
Lovi…l-lo siento, lo siento. I didn’t mean to, well…But I did mean it though! With all of my heart, but I didn’t mean to…you…
/The Spaniard trails off, biting his lip to insure he won’t say anything else. Although it was pretty obvious that his companion…yeah, but Spain is dense as fuck, remember? Romano’s just going to have to be a little more straight forward if he really loves this idiot.
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((omg that’s adorbs, have fun! The Hanukkah specials aren’t on yet so I must wait to be festive.))((Well then Happy Hanukkah when it comes my darling!))((It’s in four days and my birthday is in eight!!! My excitement level is pretty high at the moment.))
((Party haaarrrddddd!))
((Sorry heh, I’m trying to reserve an iPhone at the moment on apple’s site and it’s so frustrating and not working and ughhh. It’s hard to think of a proper response when you’re fighting with apple.))
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((omg that’s adorbs, have fun! The Hanukkah specials aren’t on yet so I must wait to be festive.))((Well then Happy Hanukkah when it comes my darling!))
((It’s in four days and my birthday is in eight!!! My excitement level is pretty high at the moment.))
((omg that’s adorbs, have fun! The Hanukkah specials aren’t on yet so I must wait to be festive.))
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/blows some hair out of his face as he walks
/Is currently attempting to catch up to the other but failing miserably because he is slow and lazy and doesn’t know how to push his way through a crowd
“Loooooooooooviiiiii, slow down!!” He manages…
/At this moment he’s finally caught up to his companion and bends down behind him, wrapping his arms firmly around his waist
“Were you running away from me? How mean~! But now that I’ve caught you I’ll make sure that you can’t do it again!”
/Gives the Italian and loving squeeze, nuzzling his cheek against the top of his head
/huff, slightly annoyed
Ciao, Antonio./tries to wriggle free to gather the rest of his scattered bag, ignoring Spain’s affection
/Takes this as a cue to hold on tighter
Oh wow! You called me Antonio! You do love me!!!!!
/Is almost suffocating the other at this point ~in love~
/struggled harder, trying his fucking hardest not to laugh
Let go of me, idiota!
/manages to free himself and gathers his things, before turning back to Antonio, only slightly guilty. He shakes his head, giving in
…If you’re going to bother me anyway, you might as well help me pick up my groceries and carry them back to my apartment.
/There’s so much he could say in response, things that will probably earn him a punch or two, but he just simply smiles at Lovino and holds his arms out for the bags (and maybe a hug too)
/Dumps the bags in Spains arms and leads him down a few streets, before making it to a two story white building overlooking the sea. He climbs a set of outdoor stairs, making it to his apartment on the top floor. He fights with the key for a moment before opening the door, holding it for Antonio (though if he was asked about it, he’d deny it)
Just put them on the counter.
/takes a pot out of the cupboard and begins boiling water on the stove, preparing to make more spagetti than he usually would for himself, because he knew that he wasn’t getting rid of Spain any time soon
/skips inside, stopping every few hops to peer in wonder at his surrounds. It’s rare that Roma ever willing allows him to even step foot through the doorway, let alone give him free range to roam around. The pair usually spends their days doing nothing at his own house, so he is going to savor every second of this. After wasting enough time and finally placing the bags gracefully onto the counter, he looks over at his partner, waiting for his next set of directions.
/glances over his shoulder at Spain
The hell are you looking at?
/Leaves the water to boil and walk out of the kitchen to the small balcony overlooking the sea. He leans forward against the low white wall, watching the sunset over the water. Looks over at Antonio again
Well? Are you just going to stand there and look stupid?
/cocks his head and shoots the other a goofy grin, walking forward to meet him
You’re just so handsome that I can’t look away~
/frowns, still looking out at the sun dipping below the horizon, casting a warm glow
Cut it out… I mean, you always say stuff like that, but you say it so much that it doesn’t hold meaning anymore. It’s stupid.
/turns around to face him, leaning back against the wall, crossing his arms.
What am I exactly to you?
/He pauses, smile faltering just a little
You don’t think I mean it?
/He takes a step forward, attitude suddenly much more serious than before
Because I do. I mean it every time I say it and every time I’ve ever said it.
/Another step, and another, and yet another, until he’s so close that their faces are almost touching
You’re everything to me.
/back pressed against the balcony, painfully aware of how close they are. His breath hitches in this throat, heart racing. He can feel the blood rushing to his face, and finds himself unable to make eye contact with Antonio, settling on just staring at his lips
/opens his mouth to speak, but can’t think of anything he could say after that
/thinking he’s done something wrong, the Spaniard allows his shoulders sag and head to drop
If you really want me to, Lovi, I’ll stop.
/it’s almost a whisper
Whatever will make you happy, I only want to make you happy.
/looks up with sincerity on the last word to stare into Lovino’s eyes
/breath catches again as he finally gains the courage to look up, but still can’t find any words. So, he settles on actions, throwing one arm around Antonio’s shoulders to pull him closer, and burying his other hand in the back of Antonio’s hair. He presses their foreheads together, closing his eyes and enjoying the warmth of both Spain and the setting sun behind them, splashing gold, purple and pink onto the sky. But it does nothing to calm his nervous heart.
/Maybe it’s the warmth radiating off of their bodies that are pressed so tightly together, or the way he can feel the other’s rapid heartbeat against his chest, but something draws him in and before he can stop himself his lips are brushing against Lovino’s.
/blows some hair out of his face as he walks
/Is currently attempting to catch up to the other but failing miserably because he is slow and lazy and doesn’t know how to push his way through a crowd
“Loooooooooooviiiiii, slow down!!” He manages…
/At this moment he’s finally caught up to his companion and bends down behind him, wrapping his arms firmly around his waist
“Were you running away from me? How mean~! But now that I’ve caught you I’ll make sure that you can’t do it again!”
/Gives the Italian and loving squeeze, nuzzling his cheek against the top of his head
/huff, slightly annoyed
Ciao, Antonio./tries to wriggle free to gather the rest of his scattered bag, ignoring Spain’s affection
/Takes this as a cue to hold on tighter
Oh wow! You called me Antonio! You do love me!!!!!
/Is almost suffocating the other at this point ~in love~
/struggled harder, trying his fucking hardest not to laugh
Let go of me, idiota!
/manages to free himself and gathers his things, before turning back to Antonio, only slightly guilty. He shakes his head, giving in
…If you’re going to bother me anyway, you might as well help me pick up my groceries and carry them back to my apartment.
/There’s so much he could say in response, things that will probably earn him a punch or two, but he just simply smiles at Lovino and holds his arms out for the bags (and maybe a hug too)
/Dumps the bags in Spains arms and leads him down a few streets, before making it to a two story white building overlooking the sea. He climbs a set of outdoor stairs, making it to his apartment on the top floor. He fights with the key for a moment before opening the door, holding it for Antonio (though if he was asked about it, he’d deny it)
Just put them on the counter.
/takes a pot out of the cupboard and begins boiling water on the stove, preparing to make more spagetti than he usually would for himself, because he knew that he wasn’t getting rid of Spain any time soon
/skips inside, stopping every few hops to peer in wonder at his surrounds. It’s rare that Roma ever willing allows him to even step foot through the doorway, let alone give him free range to roam around. The pair usually spends their days doing nothing at his own house, so he is going to savor every second of this. After wasting enough time and finally placing the bags gracefully onto the counter, he looks over at his partner, waiting for his next set of directions.
/glances over his shoulder at Spain
The hell are you looking at?
/Leaves the water to boil and walk out of the kitchen to the small balcony overlooking the sea. He leans forward against the low white wall, watching the sunset over the water. Looks over at Antonio again
Well? Are you just going to stand there and look stupid?
/cocks his head and shoots the other a goofy grin, walking forward to meet him
You’re just so handsome that I can’t look away~
/frowns, still looking out at the sun dipping below the horizon, casting a warm glow
Cut it out… I mean, you always say stuff like that, but you say it so much that it doesn’t hold meaning anymore. It’s stupid.
/turns around to face him, leaning back against the wall, crossing his arms.
What am I exactly to you?
/He pauses, smile faltering just a little
You don’t think I mean it?
/He takes a step forward, attitude suddenly much more serious than before
Because I do. I mean it every time I say it and every time I’ve ever said it.
/Another step, and another, and yet another, until he’s so close that their faces are almost touching
You’re everything to me.
/back pressed against the balcony, painfully aware of how close they are. His breath hitches in this throat, heart racing. He can feel the blood rushing to his face, and finds himself unable to make eye contact with Antonio, settling on just staring at his lips
/opens his mouth to speak, but can’t think of anything he could say after that
/thinking he’s done something wrong, the Spaniard allows his shoulders sag and head to drop
If you really want me to, Lovi, I’ll stop.
/it’s almost a whisper
Whatever will make you happy, I only want to make you happy.
/looks up with sincerity on the last word to stare into Lovino’s eyes
/blows some hair out of his face as he walks
/Is currently attempting to catch up to the other but failing miserably because he is slow and lazy and doesn’t know how to push his way through a crowd
“Loooooooooooviiiiii, slow down!!” He manages…
/At this moment he’s finally caught up to his companion and bends down behind him, wrapping his arms firmly around his waist
“Were you running away from me? How mean~! But now that I’ve caught you I’ll make sure that you can’t do it again!”
/Gives the Italian and loving squeeze, nuzzling his cheek against the top of his head
/huff, slightly annoyed
Ciao, Antonio./tries to wriggle free to gather the rest of his scattered bag, ignoring Spain’s affection
/Takes this as a cue to hold on tighter
Oh wow! You called me Antonio! You do love me!!!!!
/Is almost suffocating the other at this point ~in love~
/struggled harder, trying his fucking hardest not to laugh
Let go of me, idiota!
/manages to free himself and gathers his things, before turning back to Antonio, only slightly guilty. He shakes his head, giving in
…If you’re going to bother me anyway, you might as well help me pick up my groceries and carry them back to my apartment.
/There’s so much he could say in response, things that will probably earn him a punch or two, but he just simply smiles at Lovino and holds his arms out for the bags (and maybe a hug too)
/Dumps the bags in Spains arms and leads him down a few streets, before making it to a two story white building overlooking the sea. He climbs a set of outdoor stairs, making it to his apartment on the top floor. He fights with the key for a moment before opening the door, holding it for Antonio (though if he was asked about it, he’d deny it)
Just put them on the counter.
/takes a pot out of the cupboard and begins boiling water on the stove, preparing to make more spagetti than he usually would for himself, because he knew that he wasn’t getting rid of Spain any time soon
/skips inside, stopping every few hops to peer in wonder at his surrounds. It’s rare that Roma ever willing allows him to even step foot through the doorway, let alone give him free range to roam around. The pair usually spends their days doing nothing at his own house, so he is going to savor every second of this. After wasting enough time and finally placing the bags gracefully onto the counter, he looks over at his partner, waiting for his next set of directions.
/glances over his shoulder at Spain
The hell are you looking at?
/Leaves the water to boil and walk out of the kitchen to the small balcony overlooking the sea. He leans forward against the low white wall, watching the sunset over the water. Looks over at Antonio again
Well? Are you just going to stand there and look stupid?
/cocks his head and shoots the other a goofy grin, walking forward to meet him
You’re just so handsome that I can’t look away~
/frowns, still looking out at the sun dipping below the horizon, casting a warm glow
Cut it out… I mean, you always say stuff like that, but you say it so much that it doesn’t hold meaning anymore. It’s stupid.
/turns around to face him, leaning back against the wall, crossing his arms.
What am I exactly to you?
/He pauses, smile faltering just a little
You don’t think I mean it?
/He takes a step forward, attitude suddenly much more serious than before
Because I do. I mean it every time I say it and every time I’ve ever said it.
/Another step, and another, and yet another, until he’s so close that their faces are almost touching
You’re everything to me.
