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Antonio laughed heartily and slung an arm over his date's shoulders. "Whatever you say, Lovinito~"
Lovino did his best to shrug Antonio off, but he was clinging to him like an anaconda. If Lovino had any interest in America's movies - which he most certainly DIDN'T - and he was Indiana Jones, the whole situation would be absolutely terrible for him. Not that it wasn't already. Antonio was just so god damned ANNOYING.
"Don't expect me to pay for your gelato. I'm not exactly doing the best right now money-wise, you know." Not that any of them were, really. Lovino sighed and ordered a chocolate gelato.
"Don't worry about it, Lovinito~" Antonio sang into his ear. "I've got it all under control. My treat." Antonio removed the arm from around the Italian's shoulders to reach in his pocket for his wallet, pulling out two euros each and ordering a pannacotta gelato.
Lovino huffed. Honestly, did the idiot think he was a girl or something? He surely didn't feel like paying for two desserts, that was for sure. But he was a man! He had money of his own - little, yes, but still money. He could pay for hims-
Then a spoon was pushed in front of his face. "Open up, Lovinito~"
WHAT WAS HE, A KID AGAIN?! He could feed himself!
"Bastard...god dammit! Stop it right now! I'm not an invalid!" Lovino pushed the spoon away and it fell to the ground with a clatter.
"But Lovi~ It would be so cute!"
"I'm not cute, god dammit. I'm a grown man!" He felt as if he had had this conversation many times before. Lovino furrowed his eyebrows and pouted some more, sticking his spoon in his mouth and grumbling.
Antonio watched Lovino eat the ice cream and laughed a bit to himself. It was as if he never changed. Lovino was still the same stick in the mud that he always was, pouting and grumbling, claiming to hate things that he really didn't. Like..him, for instance. Well...that was a lie. Antonio really didn't know if Lovino was being truthful or if he was just being...stubborn half the time, and he couldn't ask because Lovino would never give him a straight answer anyway. He liked to think that he was just purposely being difficult. Who wouldn't? Why would Lovino stick around him for so long if he didn't like him at least a smidge? A smidge. That would be nice. That much knowledge.
He continued to stare at his former charge and thought - for a split second - he heard the Italian mutter 'creep', but chose to ignore it. Lovino wasn't as big on trying new things as his brother - that was for sure - in fact, for a long time he refused to eat anything that wasn't Italian food. (Antonio figured it was a pride thing.) But he did have a weakness for sweets. Even as a child, when there seemed to be nothing in the mansion that the tiny nation deemed 'palatable', he could sometimes be found off in some corner munching away on churros (as if no one noticed). Lovino was never averse to eating whatever cake or cookies the servants made for him either. Antonio chuckled a bit at his memories.
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It was. In a split second, Antonio had gone from watching Lovino eat his ice cream to feeling lips forcefully pressed against his own. He raised his eyebroes and then closed his eyes in defeat - he guessed that if this was going to happen, he might as well enjoy it while it did.
Lovino broke away after a moment, scowling and grumbling at his ex-caretaker. "You really have to stop staring like that, it's fucking creepy. You haven't even touched your god damned gelato." The Italian huffed, grumbling something about perfectly good, yet wasted, dessert items.
Antonio got an idea almost immediately. He smirked and picked up his gelato in one hand. With his free arm - and being he was so lanky, this still came as a surprise to Lovino - picked the younger nation up over his shoulder and began walking him over to his motorcycle. "Come on, Lovi~ It's time to go home."
Lovino, meanwhile, was squirming and kicking until he was put on the back of the seat and a helmet was strapped on his head - his curl trapped under the brim, causing him to curse more. Yet again, Antonio was babying him. "Don't get any ideas, bastard. I know all your tricks."
Antonio just smiled slyly, buckled on his helmet, and climbed up onto the seat. "Ah, but, mi tesoro, I already have quite a few."
Lovino had a split second's warning before Antonio started to drive the motorcycle with a jolt, almost sending Lovino flying backwards off the bike. Trying to save himself, he grappled onto the sides of the bike with his legs and wrapped his arms reluctantly around Antonio's torso. "Bastard! What are you doing?! You could have killed me!" Lovino was infuriated.
"Relax, you're fine. Besides, you'd come back anyway." Antonio chuckled and continued to speed on the highway back to Lovino's villa.
Lovino grumbled again, still grudgingly clutching to his chauffeur's midsection. Stupid Antonio. Somehow, Lovino already knew how the whole ordeal was going to end, and he didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit. Stupid, stupid tomato-bastard.
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In a flash of movement, squabbling, and removal of shirts, somehow Antonio had guided Lovino into his own kitchen and had bent him backwards over the table. How did he get himself into these situations? Lovino had no idea.
"Relax, Lovi~" Antonio attempted to calm him down. "You'll like it, I promise." Antonio had come back from the kitchen drawer with a spoon, and was scooping some of his gelato into it.
"Bastard...what are you doing..." Lovino muttered, looking up at him with a frustrated face.
"Just trust me, okay, mi tesoro~?" Then Lovino jumped. He felt something on his chest. Something cold, immediately replaced by something wet. And warm.
Antonio was currently lapping away at one of his - now gelato-covered - nipples, his fingers working away deftly at the other one. Something - what the fuck was that - was making weird so- wait, that was him. What?! God damn.
Not a few minutes later, Antonio had worked his way down Lovino's stomach and was currently lapping away at his bellybutton, making the Italian squirm. "God dammit, tomato-bastard..." Lovino was doing everything in his power to not move his lips off the table, and reached down, tangling his fingers in Antonio's hair.
Antonio simply chuckled a little and continued to dip his tongue into Lovino's bellybutton, causing the younger nation to continue to squirm. "Dammit, Antonio..." He knew this was getting serious - it was very rare that Lovino actully used his name. "Just do what you set out to do."
"If you insist, Lovi~" Antonio began to unbutton Lovino's slacks - for once, not recieving any complaints, since it was getting pretty obvious that he was not going to argue with what the Spaniard was going to do. He deftly pushed down Lovino's boxers, freeing him, and immediately pressed his nose into the soft curls of hair he found between his legs.
Lovino scoffed and rolled his eyes at his lover. Could the man be any slower? His breath hitched as he felt Antonio kiss down the shaft of his cock, closing his eyes and letting out a soft groan. He heard Antonio chuckle a little as he took the head into his mouth, suckling gently, and felt the vibrations move throughout his body.
Just like the forgotten gelato, Lovino felt himself melting.
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BY YOUR POWERS COMBINED, I AM AN AWESOME SPAIN/ROMANO FIC.
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