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Post by England on May 11, 2010 11:47:36 GMT -5
Together. The word burned in his mind, shoving away any feelings of anger, fear or resentment. Together - he and Spain were together, alone and not at war. Not going to get injured or leave each other... it's what he'd always hoped for. A moment, just a moment where they could not be Nations. And that's what this new lifetime was, wasn't it? He had no idea what the re-incarnated him was, but from the looks of it and from what the... the other Spain had said, they didn't have the responsibilities of a Nation.
Together never sounded so sweet. Which is why, even as he wasn't aware of himself, he'd launched himself at Spain, almost grabbing the man by the face so he could kiss him harder. God dammit... he loved this man, who'd brought himself into his life all those centuries ago, who'd raised him, cared for him, fought with him and fought for him. And died for him too - dashed through his head. He pushed that back, intent on Spain and Spain alone.
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Post by Spain on May 11, 2010 11:51:18 GMT -5
Anything Antonio was worried about---any pain or anger, anything--just melted at the feeling of the other's lips on his own. The Spaniard wrapped his arms tighter around the Italian and smiled against his lips, one hand coming up to twine lightly in the back of his hair. Thos tears that had been falling down his cheeks returned with a vengeance, and between soft kisses and pulls for air he breathed, "Te amo, te amo, te amo..."
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Post by England on May 11, 2010 12:07:01 GMT -5
Wrapping his arms around Spain's neck, he was IN the other's lap just to get closer to him - fuck the fact that Spain was naked. Romano was more annoyed that he was fully dressed because goddammit he wanted to feel every inch of skin Spain had to offer. And he was fully prepared to strip right then and there when the headache he'd felt since he woke up began to grow in pitch - it hurt and badly enough that he was forced to pull away from the kiss with a pained hiss.
Something was telling him to sleep. Fuck that, he didn't want to sleep - didn't want to let the other him have spain to himself again. But it was an incessant siren song and he was slowly being dragged back down. "Dammit..." he cursed, looking up into Spain's eyes with a desperate need for the other to understand he wasn't leaving willingly. "Spain... I love you... so... wait for me a little longer...?" he couldn't keep eye contact as his eyelids got heavier and heavier. "I'll..." he yawned, even as he leaned in for one last kiss. "I promise... I'll come back for you again..."
And his eyes fluttered closed again, faint breaths puffing against Spain's bare skin.
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Post by Spain on May 11, 2010 12:14:13 GMT -5
"Espera por siempre, por siempre..." he repeated, pouring everything into that final kiss--he really would wait forever, if it meant he got to feel Lovino's lips on his own, his hand pressed into his palm, that wedding ring he had bought just before war onto his finger. He wondered if somewhere on his person, he still had it--something felt heavy in his heart as he reached down and touched the golden chain around his neck. ANtonio lifted the chain and his green eyes went wide; then he smiled. His head pounding, the Spaniard lifted the necklace and put it gently over the other's head, smiling at the reflection of gold against his pale skin. Antonio leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, falling back against the pillows with Lovino sprawled on top of him. "Te amo..." were the last words on his lips, soft and breathy, and his fingers twined loosely in the sleeping Italian's as slowly, his eyes fell shut.
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Post by England on May 11, 2010 12:24:28 GMT -5
Lovi slowly slipped back into the land of the living, but something was so comfortable about the moment that he was loathe to open his eyes and ruin it. It was amazingly warm, laying here on a mattress that breathed... wait... breathed? Opening his eyes, he was faced with a bare chest... that led up to a sleeping, nude Antonio.
Sucking in a breath about to scream, he noticed something. Something that was warm against his chest and wasn't there before. Taking a moment to look before he beat the crap out of his captain... his breath was taken away. It was a ring... not just any ring - it was obviously an engagement ring. When did... where did it come from? He wondered as he picked it up in one hand but left the chain hanging around his neck. It was beautiful...
Was it Antonio's? he thought suddenly. Did... did Antonio just give him an engagement ring...? Pursing his lips, he found himself desperately needing to know if it was.
"Oi, Boss." he poked a finger against tan skin.
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Post by Spain on May 11, 2010 12:29:59 GMT -5
There was blood everywhere. So much blood, on his face, his uniform, in his hair and on his blade. He'd just left the body of Lovi--no, no, Romano--and was standing in the middle of dark building, it appeared, surrounded. He hacked and sliced and sobbed and the only thought on his mind--Romano, Romano, Romano as the leader of the group raised a gun, Romano, Romano, Romano, as he fired, Lovino--I'm sorry--Lovino---
"Oi, Boss."
Antonio's green eyes snapped open and he inhaled, the night terror leaving him in a flash. Those images had been terrifying--but no, it was just a dream, and here was Lovino with him. On top of him.
...Huh. He didn't remember going to sleep like that.
He didn't seem to perturbed, though, and was instead just poking him. Antonio let his head flop against the pillows and asked softly,"Si...?"
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Post by England on May 11, 2010 12:33:50 GMT -5
Looking away, embarrassed, he missed the fear that flashed through his Boss's eyes. Fingers fiddling with the ring, he held it up high enough for both to see. "If..." he sucked in another breath, nervous for what he was about to say. "If you're going to give me a goddamn engagement ring... I want at least one date first." He turned bright red, unable to believe he'd just said that.
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Post by Spain on May 11, 2010 12:38:23 GMT -5
Antonio blinked. He was wearing his ring? That was the ring Antonio had been wearing since--God knows when. He couldn't even remember how long he'd had it. But it was definitely an engagement ring and he had...given it to Lovino? Slowly, green eyes wide in wonder, he fingered the small ring, staring at it...
It took a few minutes for that second bit to register. Wait, date?
Snapping his attention back to the Italian, his jaw flapped open and he responded, rather intelligently, "...What?"
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Post by England on May 11, 2010 12:42:28 GMT -5
Flushing a brighter red, Lovi looked him in the eye. "I... I said... if you're going to give me an engagement ring... you have to take me on a date first." he looked away, wondering if thinking that Antonio had given it to him had been wrong. He certainly wasn't acting like it was his ring... Shifting away, he was prepared to be rejected. Dammit... he thought - Afonso was wrong. This wasn't going to go well.
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Post by Spain on May 11, 2010 12:44:47 GMT -5
Antonio blinked a few times. Lovino wanted to...
"You want to...date me?"
The Spaniard blinked again, a blush crossing his face--then with a whoop of absolute glee, he threw his arms around the other, hugging him tightly. "Aaah! Okay! Okay! Definitely, I'd love to take you on a date! Aaah!"
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Post by England on May 14, 2010 11:07:11 GMT -5
"O-oh!" he spluttered and he swore his heart stopped beating for a long moment. He'd said yes. Dear god - he'd said yes! He could feel the smile on his face growing as fast as the blush across it. "G-good then!" he squeaked, returning the hug. Slowly but surely an odd feeling grew in his chest. It was like... it felt like happiness was literally exploding inside him until it managed to find its way out of him in the form of a breathless laugh.
Well... he'd have to thank Afonso later. Much later.
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Post by Spain on May 14, 2010 11:10:00 GMT -5
Antonio couldn't hep but squeal as held the other close, the words coming out of him in a stream. "Lovi, Lovi! I love you so much! I have forever and ever but I really thought you hated me--aaaaah, I'm so happy~!"
He snuggled close against the redfaced Italian, cheek rubbing against his own. He was so happy. So, so happy. And for some reason, he had the strongest urge to kiss him...so he did. Antonio reached forward and took the other's chin in his hand, then leaned in, gently pressing his lips to Lovino's.
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Post by England on May 14, 2010 11:18:41 GMT -5
Lovi had been turning, turning to say 'I love you too, idiot - I've never hated you' but was instantly distracted by the hand on his chin and the lips on his. Right then and there his thoughts stopped working, all wit and rhetoric just vanishing like the wind. Then his body took over and his arms came up and wrapped around Antonio's neck and he kissed him back - not very well, mind. He'd never kissed a person before. But - he just couldn't find the ability to be embarrassed by that. Because he got the idea that there'd be lots of time to practice.
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Post by Spain on May 14, 2010 11:28:32 GMT -5
There was something that felt just so utterly...right about this situation. Kissing Lovino felt like everything perfect had just condesed into one moment; butterflies didn't even begin to cover it. Antonio leaned forward and closed his eyes, holding the other around his waist--the kiss was chaste, but it seemed to pour all of the emotion of the moment into it.
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Post by England on Jun 2, 2010 23:47:16 GMT -5
He really didn't want the kiss to end - it felt amazingly right to do so, like something he had been doing his whole life but forgot - but eventually, like all living beings, he found the need to breathe pressing down on him. Pulling away, not far, just enough so he could gasp in some much needed air, every part of him was practically crackling with excitement and happiness.
Did... did this mean he had a boyfriend? That word sent a happy flutter through him, made him want to do crazy things like... like cook and clean! Opening his eyes again, he looked up at Antonio with a faint happy smile lighting up his face and was forced to remember that his Boss was still really tired - he could see it in his eyes, behind the happiness - and love! he nearly squirmed. It was love!.
"If... if you want to take me on a date, I have some conditions." he stuttered, making it up on the fly. "First things first, you have to get some sleep - I don't want to have you passing out in the middle of... of our date."
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