Teules

[England]

In just a quick glance, Lovi knew that he really didn't think he could do that. For one thing, admitting that he felt... more than annoyance and occasional care for Antonio to his face... he definitely didn't have the courage for that... and even in the short time he knew the Boss, giving subtle hints wouldn't work as well. "Easier said than done." he muttered, depressing himself just by thinking about all the ways he was going to fail.

[Portugal]

"Mm, true," he couldn't help but reflect back to his own predicament. He couldn't tell Arthur he had fallen for him. And even if he could work up the nerve... Well, Afonso probably would still keep it a secret. There would be too much to risk. They were suppose to be enemies after all...

Frowning, he glanced at Lovino, seeing the way his face fell. Normal hints wouldn't work either. Antonio was pretty dense. And try as he might, Afonoso found that he really had no real advice to give the other. At least in regards to love. "Then... Then just stay with him. That's all you can really do..."

[England]

That startled Lovi a bit - he was too used to disliking Afonso that when he finally found a moment where he didn't feel it, he was confused. But very, very grateful. "...thanks." he said, closing his eyes for a moment to get himself back under control. When he opened his eyes again, he still felt those... nicer feelings, but was ready to once again, pretend that he didn't like the man.

Flicking a finger into the portuguese man's forehead, he glared. "Now go to sleep dammit - we need you healthy, navigator." he spoke gruffly.

[Portugal]

A wince escaped him, Afonso rubbing his forehead as he shot the first mate a small, annoyed look. That didn't last long, instead one of his normal smiles tugged at his lips. With a small nod, laying back down. "Alright..."

It had almost sounded like Lovino cared.