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Post by England on Apr 1, 2010 12:19:47 GMT -5
For some reason, he was incredibly warm. Was it because he was wearing clothes while sleeping, something he rarely ever did? ...no, that wasn't it. He wasn't covered by any blankets... but there was something heavy weighing down the bed beside him - with something incredibly warm draped across his waist.
It bothered him enough to force him to crack an eye open and actually look. Turning over, he froze in shock. Antonio. Antonio was IN HIS BED. When the... what the... HOW the... His sleepy mind quickly woke up and he groaned as he remembered breaking down the night before. "Oh god..." he muttered under his breath, starting to panic. What would his Boss think of him now - now that he'd admitted to being such a weak person?
And, inevitably, his face heated up - he cursed himself as he couldn't stop staring at the close up look of Antonio's sleeping face, something he hadn't really ever seen before other than when the man was injured. Lovi would even admit, silently, to himself, that he'd slept wonderfully with the man beside him...
...slowly, he tried to pry the arm off of him so he could slip out of bed and pretend that it hadn't happened.
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Post by Spain on Apr 2, 2010 2:37:46 GMT -5
There's a reason why siesta in Spain started at three and ended whenever. Antonio, like many of his countrymen, was notoriously hard to wake up. Especially after a fitful and worried sleep like that. The Spaniard had spent most of the night worry over what France said, and how Lovino was feeling and--to be honest, he'd just fallen asleep an hour ago.
It would make sense that Lovinio's efforts did nothing; Antonio simply pulled the other closer in his sleep and tucked his head into the crook of the other's shoulder, still out like a light.
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Post by England on Apr 4, 2010 13:12:46 GMT -5
"...oi!" he hissed quietly, trying to pry those arms off with no luck. "Antonio!" he said a little louder, because as much as he didn't want to wake the other up, he really wanted to move. Contradicting those wants was that happy little part of him that he wished he could ignore that was more than content to go back to laying down.
But as Antonio's arms squeezed, he came to the realization that the spaniard was squeezing on a very desperate part of him. And he'd be damned if he wet the bed at his age. "Antonio! GET OFF!" he yelped, squirming in full force.
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Post by Spain on Apr 6, 2010 19:46:19 GMT -5
Finally, slowly, Antonio blinked lazy green eyes open to look down. The Spaniard was never one to wake up fully right away--he hadn't completely realized that Lovino was still next to him. Or, more of, it hadn't sunk in.
So instead, a goofy, silly smile came over his face as he leaned in to nnuzzle his nose against the Italian's. Why did this feel so natural? It was like the words coming out of his mouth had come out a thousand times. "Buenas dias, Romano...hee, hee..."
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Post by England on Apr 6, 2010 19:53:45 GMT -5
He stiffened, staring down the sleepy spaniard in confusion. Why... did that sound familiar...? Then he remembered yet again where he was and what the other was doing - namely, cuddling him in bed. A bright flush dashed across his face again, dispelling the odd feeling like mist in sunlight as he growled. "Leggo!" he whined, squirming and kicking at Antonio's legs, trying to break the grip.
Not that he wasn't trying to sneak out, it made it infinitely easier - or so he hoped - to get out of those constricting - wonderfully warm, no don't think about that Lovi! - arms.
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Post by Spain on Apr 6, 2010 20:21:54 GMT -5
The Spaniard yawned as he leaned forward, and without thinking, pressed a sloppy kiss to his cheek, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Boy, was he comfortable, twined about his first mate like this. He could stay here all day... "Aww...five more minutes, Loviii~"
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Post by England on Apr 12, 2010 13:34:50 GMT -5
With his skin the sudden color of a tomato, Lovi couldn't help but freeze momentarily, mouth hanging open in shock and eyes wide open. Did he - did he really just? Lovino's mind temporarily shut down and finally started to wake up again with a 'yes, he did.'
Reacting without thinking, he pulled his knees all the way up to his chest - and then violently kicked out, aiming for Antonio's gut. "G-get off goddammit!" he yelped, struggling off the bed, trying to head for the hallway.
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Post by Spain on Apr 13, 2010 7:33:01 GMT -5
That time the hit connected; with a dull oof! Antonio went rolling off the bed, the sheer force of the kick sending him straight down onto the wooden floor. With a groan, he sat up and rubbed his head, trying to find the source of his pain. Look close and one would notice the dark circles under his eyes--he gave a tired smile and looked up, finally seeing the red faced Italian on his bed. "Ah...buenas dias, Lovino..."
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Post by England on Apr 18, 2010 18:17:16 GMT -5
He saw the circles, the overall tiredness and for a split second, wondered how late the other man was up, holding him against the nightmares. Flushing horribly and feeling guilty, he bit his lip. "D-damn it! Wait right here." he pointed to the bed before darting out of the room.
Quickly relieving himself he darted back to the room, only to hesitate at the doorway. What, exactly, did he think he was doing? What... what if Antonio caught on to how he felt? Not only would that be incredibly embarrassing but... what if he was rejected? Biting his lip again (trying to resolve to not do that as much anymore as it was starting to feel raw...), he reached for his his cross and wondered if he should just repent and leave.
No... he couldn't bring himself to do that. Giving in to human weakness, he promised himself he'd confess later, after he made sure his Boss got some sleep.
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Post by Spain on Apr 20, 2010 15:24:26 GMT -5
Antonio yawned and watched as Lovino slammed the door, doing as ordered. He only moved to get up and crawl into the bed, almost like a caterpillar in his movements as he shucked off his pants and heavy jacket, scooching under the covers. The Spaniard positively hated sleeping in clothes, but the night before he'd been so worried about Lovino that he hadn't even bothered. Wiggling out of his boxers and ruffled shirt, Antonio yawned and cuddled into the covers, waiting sleepily for Lovino to come back.
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Post by England on Apr 25, 2010 12:03:51 GMT -5
Opening the door again as quietly as he could, Lovi poked his head through the door nervously. Seeing that Antonio had made it into the bed, under the covers and looked to be asleep was a relief. If he'd fallen asleep, there would be less... talking in general. Less chances for him to embarrass himself.
Stepping softly over to the bed, he couldn't help the fond smile that grew on his face. The mussy hair, tanned skin and relaxed look on his face made his boss look... kinda cute. Realizing what he was thinking, Lovi smacked himself internally and sank onto the corner of the mattress. He was so screwed if he was thinking sappy things like that...
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Post by Spain on Apr 26, 2010 7:52:25 GMT -5
The Spaniard wasn't completely asleep, and as the bed dipped, he cracked open one green eye to look sleepily at his first mate--just in time to catch his smile.
God, Lovino's smile was practically breathtaking. Maybe because it was so rare, but...Antonio's heart fluttered and he smiled himself, fondly. "...Welcome back.."
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Post by England on May 1, 2010 12:47:21 GMT -5
He jumped, startled, the moment Antonio's eyes focused on him. Shit. Shit shit shit. He wasn't asleep. Face quickly turning red - because even as his heart jumped with surprise it beat faster at the happy expression directed at him... did Antonio even realize what his every expression did to him? "I t-told you I'd be coming back, idiot." he mumbled, mock-punching the older man in the shoulder to try and hide his embarrassment.
"Shove over. I'm still tired." Well, not really, Lovi found himself incredibly awake just sitting here. But it was his fault his Boss was so tired. Staying with him was the least he could do for now. He'd find something else to thank him later as his lips locked shut on the 'thank you' that wanted to come out.
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Post by Spain on May 5, 2010 9:46:13 GMT -5
He smiled sleepily at the shoulder and rolled to the side, scooting over in the bed. Antonio smiled as Lovino joined him, albeit not close, and scooched over himself, tucking his head into the Italian's neck. His arms came to wrap warmly around his waist and he sighed, a puff of air against the other's cheek. "Sorry for taking up your bed..."
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Post by England on May 10, 2010 17:52:06 GMT -5
Gingerly, Lovi laid down beside Antonio, trying to banish the nervous thoughts in his head because there was no way that sleeping in the same bed as the person you were crushing on was okay in a Catholic stance. Grumbling softly he decided that being Catholic was over-rated and that repenting later would be enough.
Then he felt it. Warm. Bare. Skin. Surrounding him.
Antonio was naked.
Naked. Na -
Jerking up from the loose embrace in a panic, there was a blinding pain in the back of his head for a brief moment as his head hit the ornate headboard behind him before he was pulled into darkness.
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