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He took a breath and began to play. And Lovino felt his breath being taken away... by the last person he ever expected. Now that the nation's eyes were downcast, Lovino could openly gaze upon him without fear of being caught. And he found himself wondering why he'd never noticed how... good-looking Antonio was.
Everything you are...
Lovino had been captivated from the moment he heard the opening chords. Even though Antonio wasn't singing, it was as if Lovino's own feelings were responding to the melody... Changing themselves into words and whispering what he'd never admit aloud. This song, its rhythm so slow and sultry, was a surprisingly good backdrop for those words. He let out an involuntary sigh. Until the song finished, he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off of Antonio. The man was casting a spell on him, and Lovino would never see the Spaniard as "just that tomato bastard" anymore.
Everything you'll be...
Lovino swallowed thickly. The older nation had always treated him like a doting parent or an oblivious but well-intentioned older brother. But up until that time Turkey had tried to kidnap him, Lovino had seen Antonio, Spain, solely as his jailer. Yes, by now he'd forgotten when he'd stopped hating the man, and yes, somewhere along the way, he had acknowledged their friendship. But this...? What the hell is he feeling right now? The butterflies in his stomach were definitely not the symptoms of familial love, but of something else. Maybe England put a hex on the guitar, because each set of notes issuing from the instrument were triggering something strange in him... perhaps even...
Touching the current of love...
He twitched slightly, his reclining position suddenly not as comfortable as before. Maybe he was getting sleepy (food coma?). He doesn't have feelings for the Spaniard. But whatever this is, he's got to squash it...
So deep in me...
...and pray it doesn't somehow resurface.
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Antonio paused a moment and breathed deeply, raising his head just so, and hearing the breath the dark-haired nation let out, Lovino nearly fell off his seat as he was trying to sit up. The older nation's eyelashes fluttered slightly against his smooth tanned skin as he kept playing, losing himself in the music he was creating...
Every tear that you cry...
Each note that fell on Lovino's ears rang like a drop of rain... and each sweeping glance of the Spaniard...
...Seduces me...
Lovino was now sitting very still on the couch, trying to gain control over his mental state, but still completely spellbound. Not that Antonio noticed of course; he was too caught up in his music to look up. He couldn't see the Lovino at the moment, but he couldn't wait to see the look on that cute face when he finished playing, completely oblivious to the longing slowly emerging in Lovino's eyes.
And all that I am...
The world had disappeared. Night had long since descended, but only now did the walls seem to vanish around them. ...And now only they were left.
And all that I'll be...
What would become of him if this continued? Distantly, he felt himself being drawn in by the haunting melody, to a place where his thoughts wandered more freely. Maybe he could be a little bit nicer to the Spaniard... And then maybe... He stiffened. What was he thinking? He'd never do that! And-and even if he did! That tomato-for-brains idiot would never figure it out; he'd probably take Lovino to the doctor or something. ...And even if that scenario weren't played out... he wouldn't return those feelings. Lovino's just someone he enjoyed spoiling. So, that kind of display from Lovino...
Means nothing at all...
Lovino shifted slightly, his curl drooping a little. The world as he knew it might come to an end once the song was finished. When Antonio stopped playing, Lovino would have to go home... before he did something he regretted. His thoughts weren't leading him anywhere good. But going home meant leaving Antonio... Immediately, the small voice of reason chiding him in angry Italian was silenced. He didn't want to leave the handsome Spaniard's side... not tonight...
If you can't be with me...
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Slowly and gently, Antonio touched his lips to the Italian's forehead, thinking it would calm him.
Your most innocent kiss...
Involuntarily, Lovino shivers. A strange, pleasurable tingle lingers from where Antonio's lips had been.
"Lovi...?" Antonio whispered, drawing back, dark eyebrows knitting together in concern. "Is everything okay?" Lovino swallowed, a thick knot forming in his throat, unable to break eye contact with the man before him. "Idiot," he wanted to say. "Does it look like I'm okay?" The way his breath caught in his throat as the nation drew close, the things he suddenly wanted from Antonio... If that stupid tomato-bastard keeps looking at him like that he'll-
His thoughts came to a standstill as a warm hand brushed his cheek.
Or your sweetest caress...
Antonio's hand slowly rested itself upon Lovino's face, softly stroking his cheek. The younger nation could feel the remains of old calluses sweeping across his skin, calluses formed from gripping both sword and gardening spade. The hand that once fed him and could be so much more. Warmth from the touch seeped through him and Antonio leaned in for a better look, puzzled. "Lovino?" Antonio called quietly.
...Seduces me
Lovino couldn't take it anymore. With a speed that surprised even him, his hands shot out and greedily pulled the Spaniard in towards him by the back of the head, claiming those sweet lips before the man even had a chance to close his eyes. For a moment, time stood still. But then, just as suddenly as he had moved, Lovino pushed Antonio away again, chest heaving as if he'd run a marathon. He was too shocked at himself to notice the dark-haired man's hands cupping his face until he saw vibrant green eyes again. Making an embarrassed noise, the Italian averted his eyes, racking his mind for an explanation. He was too distracted by his own thoughts to catch the thinly veiled smirk on Antonio's lips.
And before Lovino could think of anything to say, Antonio had already covered the younger man's mouth with his own, his tongue running along Lovino's lower lip...
I don't care about tomorrow...
The younger nation went limp in Antonio's arms. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing but the feel of Antonio's mouth, hot against his own... the wonderfully soft, but messy hair Lovino was unthinkingly running his hands through... Antonio's hands sliding up and down his back...
I've given up on yesterday...
Everything that had nothing to do with this very moment were years in the past. Earlier thoughts of whether this was wrong or right were swept aside. Everything was gone. Only the intoxicating lust consuming his mind and body and a faint melody remained.
Here and now is all that matters...
He prayed this moment wouldn't end. Once it did he'd have to face what he'd done... and once it was over it would stay over... and perhaps never happen again... unless he chose to stay here tonight...
...Right here with you is where I'll stay
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Everything in this world...
At last Lovino nodded a little. Antonio laughed and hugged him... and then held on tighter when he felt Lovino returning the gesture.
Every voice in the night...
"It's gotten pretty dark out," Antonio whispered. Lovino stayed quiet, unsure of what he might say or do next once he let go of the older nation. Not hearing any response, the Spaniard guessed his thoughts. "You want to stay here tonight?" he asked quietly, gently stroking Lovino's hair. A muffled noise. "I can't hear you," Antonio teased, kissing the Italian's forehead again.
Every little thing of beauty...
At the gesture, Lovino looked up, an expression resembling shame flitting across his features. Antonio resumed stroking his former charge's hair. "It's okay, if you do," he whispered, tilting Lovino's chin up. "How's it okay?" Lovino hissed, batting the other nation's hands away. "How's this okay?" he asked, gesturing to the two of them, and Antonio understood at last. "Because, Lovi..." he started. Lovino's breath hitched in his throat at the pure honesty...
Comes shining through in your eyes...
Those beautiful eyes Antonio looked at him with held the same passion he felt in his blood. "...because it is," the Spaniard stated simply. He laughed again at Lovino's half angry, half shocked face. "Come on, we never cleaned up after dinner," he chirped, pulling Lovino to his feet as he got up. "I'm not helping you!" Lovino growled, crossing his arms childishly. "Suit yourself," Antonio responded, smirking. "You never were much of a housekeeper. But if you don't, you're not getting any tonight." Lovino's face instantly went scarlet again. "I-! What?!" he sputtered. "You stupid tomato bastard!" he snarled, grabbing the older nation by the shirt. Antonio merely grinned and kissed the feisty Italian again.
And all that is you
becomes part of me too
Because all you do...
All that you do...
As Antonio pulled away, Lovino licked his lips, his eyes darkening. Clean up could wait.
...Seduces me
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This might have been too fluffy and not smutty enough, but I haven't written smut before either so er... Hope OP!Anon enjoyed it.
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And Spain's "...because it is." just made my heart go 'nnnghhhh <3 ' I listened t the song while reading the fill and I think it's perfect.
/melts
Thank you so much for writing this amazing fanfic, this anon will save and love this fill forever.
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