[CHALLENGE] i'm the fury in your head - Limits
Title: i'm the fury in your head
Prompt: Limits
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters/Pairings: Spain, Romano
Rating: General
Warnings: None.
Notes: Antonio has his limits.
In the meeting room, everyone is screaming, yelling, thrashing, arguing, eating, drinking, laughing, drawing, fighting.
In the meeting room, Francis stands face-to-red-face with Arthur, expecting Antonio to be at his side. In the meeting room, Lovino is turning his back at his brother angrily, while Feliciano doesn't know why. In the meeting room, Ludwig has given up. He sits at his spot, face buried in his hands. In the meeting room, Antonio realizes that he's left his wallet at the canteen.
The world is full of noise, a big heavy buzzing, a cacophony of screams and insults.
Antonio snaps.
The world is quiet as they sit on the marble steps. Antonio clasps his hands together, the sun against his face. He smiles. Lovino shivers. The Spaniard doesn't like to think that Lovino sits a carefully measured five feet away from him, even though there's lots of space by his side.
"You're scary sometimes," is the only thing Lovino says. He mutters it under his breath, quick and low.
Antonio chuckles, drumming his fingers against his knee.
"I'm sorry, Lovi."
He's not. (But he tries to be)
Prompt: Limits
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters/Pairings: Spain, Romano
Rating: General
Warnings: None.
Notes: Antonio has his limits.
In the meeting room, everyone is screaming, yelling, thrashing, arguing, eating, drinking, laughing, drawing, fighting.
In the meeting room, Francis stands face-to-red-face with Arthur, expecting Antonio to be at his side. In the meeting room, Lovino is turning his back at his brother angrily, while Feliciano doesn't know why. In the meeting room, Ludwig has given up. He sits at his spot, face buried in his hands. In the meeting room, Antonio realizes that he's left his wallet at the canteen.
The world is full of noise, a big heavy buzzing, a cacophony of screams and insults.
Antonio snaps.
The world is quiet as they sit on the marble steps. Antonio clasps his hands together, the sun against his face. He smiles. Lovino shivers. The Spaniard doesn't like to think that Lovino sits a carefully measured five feet away from him, even though there's lots of space by his side.
"You're scary sometimes," is the only thing Lovino says. He mutters it under his breath, quick and low.
Antonio chuckles, drumming his fingers against his knee.
"I'm sorry, Lovi."
He's not. (But he tries to be)