Having An Interesting Day At Work

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WHO: Spain, Romano
WHEN: Monday lunchtime
WHERE: Dos Llamas
WHAT: A Hectic Schedule

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Siesta's are better when you have someone with you after all~

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Antonio slept for maybe a half an hour. Fitfully. Rolling over and trying to get comfortable on a couch that was far too small for him. He finally reached the point where all he could care about was sleeping and a mind like that had forgotten that he had a guest.

Something that he would pay dearly for later.

The Spaniard shifted from the couch, rising to a standing position and rubbing his eye sleepily. He didn't even bother opening his eyes all the way as he zombie walked shuffled into his bedroom, finding the door unlocked as usual and knowing the layout well enough that he wouldn't run into anything. When he caught sight of someone sleeping in his bed he immediately remembered who it was.

Antonio's gaze traveled from the lump on his bed to the couch behind him multiple times as his brain tried to decide just what exactly he should do. His need for a good deep sleep overruled any hesitance however and he shifted into the bedroom, closing the door behind him silently and heading over to the bed and climbing into it. He curled up under the thick comforter with his back to Romano.

As if that was going to help.

Because rping Romano when you're hung over is the ONLY WAY <D

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[Only slightly though <3 so i apologise for well, everything XD
And um...how *clothed* is Antonio? XD]

Romano didn't hear the door open, or feel the bed sink as Antonio slipped in. The blankets were much too warm and the pillow much too soft for his conscious to wake upon such trivial things.
It wasn't until he shifted, rolling over and stretching his arms out in his sleep, that his mind finally registered that something was, well, wrong.

Instead of grasping at air, or a further portion of mattress or blanket, Romano's fingertips found themselves trailing a smooth, warm surface, one his subconscious pigeonholed as a body.
A body that wasn't his own...
Sluggishly Romano pried his eyes open, allowing them to adjust to the evening light as he took in everything around him; the room, the smell, the Spaniard in the bed..
Wait. He jolted, stammering as he scrambled back out of bed. "W-w-what the fuck are you doing!? You god damn creep!"
Without hesitation he found his clothes and his shoes, any and all appreciation for Antonio long gone.
the Italian was thankful that he had chosen to keep his boxers on.

Pulling his shirt and pants back on Romano began to accuse and insult Antonio in a string of fast Italian phrases, somehow managing to throw his arms around in extravagant gestures as he did. Once dressed he reverted back to a language the other would clearly understand.
"Bastard! I can't believe i fell for that bullshit generosity...I feel fucking sick! Ugh..."
And with that the front door slammed shut and he was gone.

Pffft of course <3

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(He's fully clothed minus a shirt and shoes XD poor spain!)

Spain blinked sleepily as he was yelled at, sitting in the bed with his hands on his lap. His brain couldn't focus on what was happening until Romano started to get dressed and then Antonio started to freak out.

"Gah! I'm sorry Romano! I didn't mean too! The couch was too small and I couldn't sleep and I'm sorry!" He rambled completely in spanish, but his pleading fell on deaf ears as the other man slammed the door. He felt a wave of sadness wash over him and he had to bite his lip to fight back the tears. This had to be one of the worst days of his life. And it wasn't even over yet. He flopped back onto the bed, managing to hit his had rather hard on the headboard and feeling a shot of pain run down his neck and spine.

"hijo de puta. I hate my life" Antonio yelped as he clutched the back of his head in pain and clenched his eyes shut tightly. He curled up on the bed in a ball, pulling his knees to his chest.