Not exactly what Lovino was expecting when he got home from another day of calling people idiots and bastards in his head also known as work.
He’s had a long day, and he just wanted to eat some goddamn pasta, and maybe try to get Antonio to cuddle him, without actually asking it of course, he’d just coerce him into it, something that isn’t hard at all. His boyfriend is affectionate, whether Lovino wants him to be or not.
But instead of his ass of a boyfriend waiting for him, he comes home to his apartment covered in fucking tortoises.
At Least they’re not actually fucking, that would have been even worse.
Now that he thinks about it, Lovino has no idea what tortoises do when they fuck, so they might be fucking. Just great.
He carefully sets his bag down, hangs his coat, and walks through the house, trying not to step on any of the god damn turtles. He’s not a monster that will just hurt tortoises, okay?
“Oi, tomato bastard where the fuck are you?” Lovino yells.
Antonio walks out of their bathroom, smiling that stupid happy smile. How can one person always be this happy? Does he just absorb all of Lovino’s happiness? That must be it, and his brother must do the same with that german bastard.
“Lovi! You’re home!” Antonio hugs Lovino tightly, who now realises his happy go lucky boyfriend has a tortoise on both his head and his shoulder. How the fuck did they even stay there?
“Antonio, what the fuck is going on? Why are there a million stupid tortoises in our home?”
“Don’t exaggerate Lovi, it’s only 486 tortoises!”
“That’s still way too many.”
“But Lovi they’re so cute!” Antonio holds one of the tortoises in front of Lovino’s face, the tortoise lazyly looks at Lovino, not really interested in him.
“Why are they even here?”
“We miss calculated something and ended up with too many tortoises.”
Of Course, that stupid pet store Antonio works at can’t do anything besides taking care of animals.
“Why are they here?”
“They needed a place to stay, it’s only for a couple days.” Antonio puts on a kicked puppy face, one of Lovino’s only weaknesses.
“Fine, but I’m not cleaning their shit up.”
Antonio hugs Lovino tightly again, “gracias Lovi!”
And that’s how Lovino’s tortoise filled hell began.
Weirdly enough, Lovino gets used to having them around, and has even gotten attached to one of the tortoises with a shell just a little spikier than the others. He even let’s the little guy eat from his tomatoes, the others get cabbage, tomato tortoise is better than them. He’s not going to give the bastard an actual name, just a couple more days and they’ll all be gone, so he better not get attached.
But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t dread the day the tortoise would be gone again.
This time when Lovino gets home he expects there to be tortoises like the last couple days.
Only this time there are none.
What the fuck? Did that bastard bring them back already? Seriously the one time Lovino doesn’t mind one of the crazy mistakes he makes, he fixes it too soon.
“Bastard are you home?” The Italian calls out as he hangs up his coat and takes off his shoes.
“Lovi!” Antonio walks out of their bedroom to greet his boyfriend with a kiss. “I missed you.”
Lovino grumbles an ‘I missed you too’, “I see you got rid of all the tiny bastards.”
“Si, about time, right?”
“Si…..”
Antonio wraps his arms around Lovino’s waist and hugs him close, “awww Lovi do you miss them?”
“Why the fuck would I?”
Antonio shrugs, “does that mean you won’t like my surprise?”
“If our bathtub is filled with frogs again then I’m divorcing you.”
Antonio laughs, “we’re not married amore.”
“Don’t give a fuck.”
“I know you don’t, but don’t worry, there are no frogs.”
“Then what is it?”
“Close your eyes.~”
Lovino reluctantly closes his eyes, Antonio kisses his nose and he immediately snaps them open again.
“That better not have been the surprise.”
“Lo siento, you just looked so cute.”
Lovino glares at Antonio.
“Close your eyes again?”
“No.”
“Pretty please with pasta on top?”
“Fine,” Lovino closes his eyes again, “but if you pull that shit again then I’m punching your bastard face.”
“Don’t worry Lovi, I won’t this time.”
Antonio let’s go of lovino. With his eyes closed he can only hear Antonio's footsteps growing softer and softer as the spaniard walks away. They stop, to then get louder again until Lovino is sure Antonio is standing right in front of him.
“Can I open my eyes?”
“Not yet! Hold out your hands.”
“I swear if you put something gross in them.”
“Don’t you trust me Lovi?”
“Not really.”
Antonio laughs, “you can be so mean sometimes.”
“That’s the point.”
“I know, and I still love you. Can you please hold out your hands now?”
Lovino sighs but does as Antonio says.
“Now don’t drop this. Antonio places in object in his hands, it feels weird and… oh god is it moving?!
“Bastard what the fuck is this?!”
“Open your eyes!”
Lovino does, and he immediately recognises the bastard in his hands, it’s the tomato tortoise.
“You kept him?”
“Si! You really seemed to like him, I got him a tank and everything. But if you don’t want him I can return him….”
Lovino holds the tortoise closer to his chest, “back off, he’s mine.”
Antonio laughs, “so you like him?”
“I do.”
“He deserves a name then.”
Lovino thinks for a moment, “T. B. Junior, just Junior for short.”
“T. B. Junior?”
“Si.”
“What does that stand for?”
“Tomato bastard Junior, named after the most precious person in my life.”
“Aww Lovi you’re so sweet!” Antonio hugs Lovino tightly, “I love you.”
“I love you too, now let me go before you hurt Junior.”
“Only if you give me a kiss.”
“No.”
“Pplleeeaaaasseeee?”
“No.”
Antonio pouts, “who should I kiss then?”
Lovino holds the tortoise closer to Antonio’s face, “kiss Junior.”
“But I want to kiss you.”
Lovino sighs and kisses Antonio’s cheek, “there, happy?”
“No, that wasn’t a proper kiss.”
Lovino manages to get out of Antonio’s arms, “I don’t care, I’m going to feed Junior a tomato mow.” He walks to the kitchen and opens the fridge.
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Antonio had thought it would help, to take Lovino to a ballet. Maybe it would make him feel less bad about his damaged ankle. Maybe… Maybe it would even make him want to work on physical therapy to improve it. Apparently he was wrong, because minutes into the ballet, when Clara first goes en pointe, Lovino starts to cry quietly, little sobs leaving his lips during the louder parts of the music. Antonio suggested they leave when the intermission started, wanting Lovino to feel a little better.
He apologizes gently, hugging Lovino close to him. “I hoped… to inspire you to work back to getting there.” He whispers, stroking Lovino’s hair slowly. They stand in the hallway until Lovino stops crying, then pull on their jackets and head outside. Snow had started to fall, and gently lands on Lovino’s head, decorating his lashes and hair. Antonio thinks that he looks almost mystical like that, and can’t help but admire it. Lovino blushes hard when notices Antonio’s eyes on him.
“Hey… Watch where you’re going, if you slip, you might take me down with you. Last thing I need is both of us being hurt. I don’t need to get hurt again.” He murmurs. Antonio goes red, embarrassed and saddened by the words coming from Lovino’s lips. He squeezes Lovino’s hand a little tighter and kisses his cheek when they stop to cross the street to their car. Lovino’s car, Antonio reminds himself mentally. He sighs heavily and looks over at him. He is glad when they get in, rubbing his hands together quickly to warm them.
Lovino starts the car, huffing softly. He puts on some quiet music, but Antonio recognizes it and turns up the music more. He grins brightly, singing along loudly. He sings in Spanish, making Lovino roll his eyes. “You know it’s in English for a reason, dummy!” He yells over the music. Antonio laughs hard, face going a little red. He kisses Lovino’s cheek, then sits back, buckling up so that they can leave the parking lot.
“Sí, sí, but you know he also sang it in Spanish for a reason, Lovino.” He responds, humming the song as he looks out the window at the winter sky. Antonio suddenly has an idea, and when they pull up to Lovino’s house, he gets out quickly with the idea still in mind. He goes to the practice room that has been left unused since Lovino got hurt, and sticks his phone on the speakers. Lovino follows behind slowly, leaning heavily on his crutch. He looks around the dusty room and sighs heavily.
“What are you doing in here? Why are you doing this?” Lovino asks quietly, eyes on Antonio’s back. “I don’t need this room. I’m getting it taken out.” He runs his fingers along one of the unused bars. He sighs deeply. “My life ended the day I fell. I don’t… I can’t Antonio. I miss it so much that sometimes I wish that it would have killed me. I’m nothing without dancing.” He looks over at Antonio when the music starts, a few tears falling down his cheeks.
Antonio smiles sadly at him. “Ballet isn’t the only kind of dance out there, Lovi.” He whispers, walking over to Lovino. He takes the crutch and leans it on the wall before taking Lovino’s hand. “It’s okay. You’ll be fine without it. I’ll take the weight.” He kisses Lovino softly on the lips, walking out to the middle of the floor. Antonio slowly gets the rhythm, pulling him close. He lets Lovino lean most of his weight onto him as he leads. Antonio is dancing a slow dance, but he slowly allows Lovino to have a little more weight. He knows that Lovino can put weight on his ankle, but is afraid to fall again.
Antonio takes back his weight when Lovino goes onto the ball of his foot. Antonio watches him carefully, smiling softly when he sees that lovino has relaxed, that he’s enjoying himself. Lovino’s entire body leans into Antonio’s as he pushes his luck with his ankle. When they are done, Lovino collapses on him. He nuzzles into Antonio’s chest, panting softly, and then thanking him. He looks up at him again and kisses his cheek. “Thank you… Thank you so much.” He whispers.
“I love you, Lovino, with my entire heart. We’ll learn new dances together… We’ll dance together.” He assures. He smiles at Lovino. “Mi amor. Mi cielo. Te amo.”
“Ti amo, Antonio.” Lovino kisses him deeply. Antonio smiles widely into the kiss.
Antonio bundles up, looking out at the snowy path outside. He smiles and traces a smile face into the window, laughing when his husband scolds him. He kisses Lovino’s cheek lightly, turning and wrapping a scarf around his neck. “Why are we going out to get a tree while it’s snowing?” He asks, a shiver running through his body. Lovino snorts softly and looks back at him.
“Because it’s not going to stop snowing and we haven’t gotten a tree yet. Christmas is in a few days, we need to pick up something.” He responds. “And besides, I was gonna get one last present for everyone. I was thinking that we can just get one of those fake trees with the lights built in. I don’t like doing a lot of decorating anyways, it’s a waste of time.” Lovino blushes softly when Antonio kisses his cheek again. He grabs the keys and heads outside, getting into the car.
Neither of them has a particularly high cold tolerance, but they moved to America after enough pestering from Feliciano and now they have to deal with freezing temperatures most of the end of the year and the beginnings too. He hates it so much, and longs for moving back to Italy, but he doesn’t feel right doing that. Not yet anyway. Lovino starts the car, sighing in relief when it kicks on immediately, then buckles up and slowly pulls out of the driveway. Driving in the snow is his least favourite thing to do.
He has this deep fear that the car will slide on the ice. Lovino has the wheel in a death grip as he drives down to the little mall and parks. “Let’s go pick out a tree.” He murmurs, getting out. The moment he can, he grabs onto Antonio’s hand tightly, though it does him no good in the long run. When he slips and sprawls flat on his back, Antonio couldn’t do anything to stop it. In fact, his husband isn’t helping him up either, he’s too busy falling to his knees laughing.
“Stop laughing at me!” Lovino snaps, cheeks red. He sits up, rubbing the back of his head. Embarrassed tears well into his eyes. “Stop!” Antonio looks at him, mirth still in his eyes and small giggles are still leaving his lips. He kisses Lovino’s forehead, wiping away the few embarrassed tears that fell.
“Shh, Lovi. It’s okay.” He whispers, helping him up. “It was cute, here, lets go get some coffee first.” Antonio puts his arm around Lovino’s waist to keep him upright this time, walking him into the little cafe they spend so much time in. It reminds Lovino of the cafe they met in, in Italy. Lovino smiles slightly at that memory. Antonio proposed to him there. Lovino sniffles, looking up at Antonio’s face, and then a real smile graces his lips. He’s still embarrassed, but less so.
Lovino sits down at a table, enjoying the warmth of the little shop. Antonio orders their drinks, and waits for them, humming along to the song on the radio. When he notices Lovino is staring at him, he blushes softly, and smiles brightly at him. He brings over the drinks, setting Lovino’s in front of him. “Am I forgiven?” He teases, kissing his forehead lightly. Lovino hums softly, sipping his drink.
“Perhaps. But another incident like that, and you’re on the couch, mister.” He teases back, smiling brightly in a way only Antonio seems to know how to get him to do. His cheeks start to hurt from the strain. “I love you, Toni.” He whispers, holding his hand. Antonio smiles, kissing his knuckles.
Lovino came home with a big bag of horror movies, which Antonio wasn’t thrilled about. He doesn’t particularly like horror movies, but Lovino seems to enjoy them so they watch them together. Lovino claims he bought them in honour of halloween, since there was a sale on scary movies. Antonio smiles softly and nods, trying not to give away how little he wants to watch them. So the tv is set up in the living room, the popcorn, candy, and wine are set up on the coffee table.
“Ready?” Lovino asks, snuggling into Antonio’s side, pulling the blanket further around them both. Antonio nods and leans his head on Lovino’s shoulder, watching as the predictable opening with stupid, drunk people doing a ritual they shouldn’t be. Antonio is okay through the first part of the movie, but soon, he has to pretend that the fake guts hanging all over the house don’t bother him, but he hasn’t eaten any snacks since they started showing them.
“Lovi I have to pee.” He whispers, finally dragging his eyes away from the woman on screen who is screaming as her guts fall from her stomach and she collapses to the floor. Lovino, unfortunately, takes this as him needing to pause the movie so that Antonio can see everything. He walks down the hallway spooked, checking behind the shower curtain before doing his business. When he gets back to Lovino he presses against him immediately, holding Lovino close. It’s a few more minutes before the button is pressed to resume the film.
Antonio looks over at his boyfriend in worry. “How about we don’t watch this. You’re freaked out. We’ll watch a comedy and spend the rest of the evening with the lights on, alright?” He offers, trying to steer away from horror movies as he himself is freaked out by them. Lovino rejects the idea, and they continue to watch the film. By the time the movie is over, both of them are freaked out.
“I don’t want to watch any more horror movies.” Antonio whispers, and Lovino just nods mutely. Perhaps they should watch kids halloween movies instead.
I took ‘just let him be happy’ as a personal challenge @romanope
Snuggling with his boyfriend is what Lovino would call a good day. Waking up to the cool air of autumn wafting through their window, causing them to snuggle closer is just the best feeling, in his opinion. Later, he knows they’ll have to get up and face the day, but he can always have coffee to help with that. Antonio’s hands are warm where they rest on his back, pulling Lovino closer until he’s on top of him, looking down into his sparkling, playful green eyes.
Lovino can’t help but smile, kissing him softly, hazel eyes shutting once more. He buries his face in Antonio’s neck, breaking the kiss. Soft lips brush over the sensitive, ticklish skin briefly, leaving Lovino with a bigger smile as he feels the vibration of Antonio’s laugh against his cheek. Antonio’s laugh is Lovino’s favourite sound in the world. Sure he can listen to his brother talk for hours, or listen to Antonio sing, but none of it can beat the deep, rich sound of Antonio’s laugh.
“You’re ticklish.” He teases, kissing his neck lightly again, a smirk resting on his lips as Antonio laughs again. Lovino sits up for the first time, looking down at his handsome lover, reaching down to push the chocolate curls from his forehead. “You know, you’re so beautiful, Toni, it’s almost unrealistic. Like one day I’m going to wake up and I won’t have you anymore.” He whispers, eyes scanning his face. He leans down, kissing him deeply.
Antonio silently lets Lovino regard him, loving the feeling of having those passionate eyes on his face, meeting his own, reading his soul like that. When their lips meet once more, he can’t deny himself the taste of Lovino. He tangles a hand in Lovino’s auburn locks, holding him there, kissing him more. This time, when they separate, Antonio rolls so Lovino is beneath him.
“My turn.” He purrs, leaning down to pepper Lovino’s jaw and neck with kisses. The giggle that leaves Lovino’s lips captures his attention, rendering him unable to continue. He consumes the sound, a loving smile on his lips. The way Lovino’s long eyelashes frame his beautiful eyes, the way his lips look when they’re curled into a smile, the way his one stubborn curl sticks up, everything makes Antonio fall even more in love with the man in his arms. “How do you do it? How do you make me fall in love with you every day?” He asks softly, a gentle kiss is then pressed against the tip of his nose.
Lovino blushes hard, feeling the heat rising all the way to his ears. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Don’t be so cheesy, Toni.” He huffs, though his voice is full of affection. “I love you too. Now go make coffee.” He says, covering Antonio’s mouth to stop the rain of ticklish kisses being pressed on him. “Your stubble is scratchy.” But his smile shows that he doesn’t really care. Antonio laughs, standing from the bed.
“Alright, today I’ll make the coffee. But this is it, after this, you’ll have to make the coffee yourself.” Antonio leaves the room. As the smell of freshly made coffee fills the house, Lovino wonders how he got so lucky, and just what he did to deserve being so happy.
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So, ciao everyone. Chapter 8 of Don't Say A Word is going to be up soon! Hellz to the yeah!
There are two dream sequences in the chapter, one from Spain's POV and one from Romano's POV. I already posted the Spain one so i wanted to post the Romano one too. It's some harmless Boss!Spain and Chibi!Romano fluff about the first time Romano saw Spain cry. This takes place right after the conclusion of the Thirty Years War.
Romano knocks tenderly on his caretaker’s door, tears shining in his eyes and fists clutched possessively around a scrap of red fabric that once belonged it Spain’s coat.
It’s night terrors again. It’s always night terrors. Awful ones that like to torment him most the days before Spain sets sail to fight. After watching the green eyed nation stabbed to death in his dreams, it’s only natural for the young boy to seek his comfort, if only to reassure himself that Spain is still there. Still alive, still breathing. Because even if he never admits it, Spain is Romano’s world and he doesn’t know what he would do if something happened to him.
Romano frowns, tucking the cloth out of sight. Usually Spain would’ve opened the door by now, greeted him with a smile and a hug and affectionate words of love. The boy presses his ear to the door before pulling back, shocked. There are sounds coming for Spain’s room, sounds that do not belong there. They are the soft whimpers of a broken man.
The boy reaches up, tugging on the latch to the room and opening it a little. He peers inside and his usual sour expression immediately warps into something akin to concern. Spain is slumped over his desk, head in hands and shoulders shaking as he cries. There are papers and scrolls littering the floor and an empty bottle of brandy tossed under the bed. He doesn’t seem to be aware of Romano’s presence.
Romano creeps over to his side, tugging gently on the coat tossed over his shoulders. “Bas- Spain? W-what’s wrong?”
Immediately, Spain’s head shoots up. He stares at his lackey with puffy red eyes and tries to fake a smile. “O-oh, R-Romano. Hey. Um, n-nothings w-wrong. Don’t worry about Boss, okay? J-just go to bed and I’ll be there to t-tuck you in in a . . . in a . . .” The false grin cracks and his head droops as more tears start to roll down his face. “Romano . . . I don’t want you to see me like this. Please, just-”
He is cut off as Romano clambers up onto his lap, a look of determination on his chubby face. Spain just sits there, too shocked to do anything. Romano? Initiating physical contact?
He can only stare as Romano places his small hands on either side of his head and tentatively kisses the corner of each eye. An adorable blush lights his face and the boy can’t bring himself to look Spain in the eyes. “You look stupid when you cry, idio- Spain. So . . . um . . . fusososososososo~, okay? See, it’s a cheer up charm. You’re not allowed to be sad now.”
It takes Spain a minute to react, but soon his tears dry completely and he envelops his henchman in a bone crushing hug. “Th-thank you, Romano! A cheer up charm was just what I needed!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Romano mutters, not even trying to get away. Just this once, he’ll allow it. “So, w-what happened? Drop a tomato or something?”
Spain shakes his head, sighing gently and refusing to release Romano from his grip. “I lost a war, Romano. A war that’s been going on for almost thirty long, long years.” His voice breaks slightly. “Damn France. Damn Austria. I’ve lost so much money . . . I just can’t believe it’s over and I’m left with nothing.”
Romano wraps his arms around Spain as far as they will go. He has heard the talk of war, but he’d always been so sure Spain would win. Spain always won. He was invincible. That’s what they’d all been saying right? That the house of Habsburg would never fall. But now . . .
Spain ruffles his hair affectionately. “At least I still have you. I’ll always have you, right? You’ll never leave Boss, right?”
Romano fists his hands in Spain’s tear-stained shirt. “I . . . promise I won’t ever leave you.”
“Good,” smiling, Spain scoops up his henchman and carries him to bed. “Now, how about you get some sleep, okay? I still have . . . I still have work to do.” One glance at the mess surrounding his desk is enough to make his expression darken a little.
Romano pulls on his sleeve, scowling. “No, you’re going to sleep with me, ya jerk. I gotta make sure you don’t start crying again.”
Spain presses a kiss to Romano’s forehead and climbs into the bed with him. “Anything you say, boss.” Besides, the bed is lonely without Roma. It’s much too big for someone to sleep there alone.
The elder nation falls asleep first, breathing softly with Romano tucked securely against his side. Things would get better. Tomorrow was a new day. Things always get better, and as long as Romano was still here with him, he had nothing to be sad about.
Once he is certain Spain is asleep, Romano shyly kisses his cheek and finally allows himself to relax.
