SpainxRomano Fanfic part 3
I awoke the next morning to a voice that was way too loud. With a groan, I slowly opened my eyes to a room that was too bright, but suddenly, there was a face infront of mine, obstructing my view and casting a shadow across my face. "Goodmorning the Lovi~" the idiot in my face said with a big smile.
I immediaterly closed my eyes, my vision thankfully black now. "ah, my fuckin' head." I muttered quietly, hoping the pounding my head would disapear.
"Oh, you have a hang-over Lovi." Antonio's voice became softer and easier on my ears since he must have realized his voice was too loud. I opened one eye a bit, looking at the tan face in front of mine. His face looked a bit rough with a little stubble of dark brown hair along his jaw. As my open eye traveled downward, following along the contours his muscles made, a little hair growing on his bare chest...
I my face heats up with a stupid blush as I push his face away and jump out of the bed, my eyes now wide open, causing my head to poud even worse. I could hear the beating of my heart in my head at the same tempo as the pounding. I looked at my surroundings, the light brown walls different from the light blue of my own room; the furniture all mahogany instead of my cherry wood one at home. "What the hell happened last night?" I asked, looking back at the befuddled Spaniard sitting on the bed, staring at me, only wearing his dark green boxers that had little matadors sewn in.
"You just got a bit drunk last night so I put you to bed." He shrugs
I immediaterly closed my eyes, my vision thankfully black now. "ah, my fuckin' head." I muttered quietly, hoping the pounding my head would disapear.
"Oh, you have a hang-over Lovi." Antonio's voice became softer and easier on my ears since he must have realized his voice was too loud. I opened one eye a bit, looking at the tan face in front of mine. His face looked a bit rough with a little stubble of dark brown hair along his jaw. As my open eye traveled downward, following along the contours his muscles made, a little hair growing on his bare chest...
I my face heats up with a stupid blush as I push his face away and jump out of the bed, my eyes now wide open, causing my head to poud even worse. I could hear the beating of my heart in my head at the same tempo as the pounding. I looked at my surroundings, the light brown walls different from the light blue of my own room; the furniture all mahogany instead of my cherry wood one at home. "What the hell happened last night?" I asked, looking back at the befuddled Spaniard sitting on the bed, staring at me, only wearing his dark green boxers that had little matadors sewn in.
"You just got a bit drunk last night so I put you to bed." He shrugs