May 2012
reblog if i'm allowed to sleep on your sofa if i ever visit your country.
Hetalia Nation's have just been informed that they are going to die.
Italy:
Germany:
”Thank you, Italy.”
Japan:
America:
England:
Russia:
China:
France:
Canada:
Romano:
Spain:
Prussia:
Hungary:
Austria:
Greece:
Iceland:
Norway:
Finland:
Sweden:
”God dammit, Denmark.”
Denmark:
Latvia:
Estonia:
Lithuania and Poland:
Belgium:
Netherlands:
Sealand:
Hetalia Insanity: te-amo-mi-tomatito: He flinched at the feel of this “boss” touching... →
bossromano.tumblr.com
“Bene. Now I believe you two have work to be doing.” He turned back to his men who reluctantly nodded and scrambled off down the hall. Lovino watched their retreating figure, waiting a moment longer before grabbing Antonio by the wrist and dragging him to his office. He took a relieved breath once they were fully alone and released the other. “Shit…That was close.” He glanced over at his pet, who had been extremely silent. “You okay there…?”
Toni continued to stare at the ground, trying to calm down his heart. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to act, so he just kept his mouth shut. When Roma began pulling him, he followed with no resistance. Once they had reached their destination, his office, he stood there with his face red. He startled slightly at the question. “S-sí. I’m f-fine….” He didn’t know if it was true, but he figured it sounded right.
Lovino raised a brow. “You don’t look it…” He stepped closer. “Mi dispiace. I really couldn’t think of anything else. They should leave you alone now though.” He offered, a slight pink tint crossing his face as he realized how awkward that must have been for the other. There was a reason he hated thinking on the fly. It usually ended him in strange situations. “You know hired hands. The only thing that convinces them is action…” He rambled, glancing away as he ran a hand nervously through his hair.
Toni looked up at Roma, red still red. “…Y-yeah..I g-guess that makes s-sense….” He didn’t know how it made sense. To him it made none. But this was his master, and if he said it it, then it did. His lips were tingling and to take his mind off of it he went back to where he had to sit yesterday. Seating himself on the floor, he watched Romano, waiting for him to get on with his work. ‘This is gonna be boring…’ He thought as he watched the ceiling.
Lovino somehow managed to force that jittery feeling away long enough to head for his desk. The pile of papers that awaited him automatically putting a damper on his mood. As he rifled through them, the time finally caught his eye. ‘Franco should be here soon…’ He wasn’t sure whether this would be a good of bad thing. At least it would be easier to have someone else taking care of Antonio’s clothes. Lovino glanced over at the other and noticed the extremely bored expression. “Oi, do you want a movie or something or is the ceiling too entertaining for you?” His voice masked in disinterest as his eyes flickered between the documents in his hand and his pet.
Hetalia Insanity: te-amo-mi-tomatito: He flinched at the feel of this “boss” touching... →
bossromano.tumblr.com
“Bene. Now I believe you two have work to be doing.” He turned back to his men who reluctantly nodded and scrambled off down the hall. Lovino watched their retreating figure, waiting a moment longer before grabbing Antonio by the wrist and dragging him to his office. He took a relieved breath once they were fully alone and released the other. “Shit…That was close.” He glanced over at his pet, who had been extremely silent. “You okay there…?”
Toni continued to stare at the ground, trying to calm down his heart. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to act, so he just kept his mouth shut. When Roma began pulling him, he followed with no resistance. Once they had reached their destination, his office, he stood there with his face red. He startled slightly at the question. “S-sí. I’m f-fine….” He didn’t know if it was true, but he figured it sounded right.
Lovino raised a brow. “You don’t look it…” He stepped closer. “Mi dispiace. I really couldn’t think of anything else. They should leave you alone now though.” He offered, a slight pink tint crossing his face as he realized how awkward that must have been for the other. There was a reason he hated thinking on the fly. It usually ended him in strange situations. “You know hired hands. The only thing that convinces them is action…” He rambled, glancing away as he ran a hand nervously through his hair.
Hetalia Insanity: te-amo-mi-tomatito: He flinched at the feel of this “boss” touching... →
bossromano.tumblr.com
Toni was more than relieved to hear this. “Okay. I don’t need to go outside anyway.” He settled into the seat, and looked around the yard seeing things he hadn’t last night. His eyes took in the just plain openess of his master’s house. He buckled his seat belt up and waited patiently for Romano to get into the car. The truth was, Toni didn’t want to go outside. He felt no need to, and he actually wanted to never have to wander around like he had all of his life again. He thanked his luck for getting him into a good, if not a bit scary, home.
Lovino shut the door behind Toni and climbed in the driver side. Soon they were off on the road and headed back into the city. It was still fairly early, even for those who worked day jobs, so the streets were thankfully clear enough for them to reach the office without a problem. As they pulled into the drive, Lovino let began setting his boss persona back into place. His posture straightened and by the time he had killed the engine, nothing but a deadly iciness radiated from his expression.
Toni felt the mood change as they drove there. When they got to Roma’s job, Toni noticed that he had a scary expression on his face. However, for some odd reason, Toni really didn’t feel fearful. Most likely because he knew it wasn’t being directed at him, and he wasn’t in trouble. He unbuckled himself and waited to open his door, wanting permission because his master was acting different. ‘It’s because he’s the boss of whatever this place is, and he needs to act like it.’ This thought in mind, he felt considerably calmer.
“Come on.” Lovino muttered and climbed out of his car. The air was crisp and did wonders for his focus. He glanced back over his shoulder once or twice while he headed for the back entrance, making sure Toni was keeping up with him. He hoped to be one of the first ones there, but with his luck, it wasn’t likely. Pulling open the door, he motioned for Toni to enter first while he scanned the interior of the building. He could hear faint footsteps that seemed to get louder as time passed. They seemed to be getting closer. ‘Just perfect…’ His lips twisted into somewhat of a scowl.
Toni did his best to keep up with the other man, half jogging in order to. When he passed Romano to go in, he took in his angry looking expression. ‘Oh…I wonder what’s wrong..’ He walked inside and his ears twitched, catching the sound of approaching footsteps. But he wasn’t afraid. Not at all. ‘Okay…maybe I’m a little scared..’ He admitted to himself, but he shrugged it off thinking he should stop egging on his imagination.
Lovino shuttle door behind them just as a couple of his men came around the corner. They looked at him and gave a rushed polite greeting before turning their eyes to Toni. Confusion crossed their faces and they exchanged a look before opening their mouths. “Ey…boss…you haven’t sold that thing already?” The first man questioned and the other quickly followed with his own comments. “We thought you found a buyer already when we saw your office empty. And you took the cuff off ‘im!” The Italian man took a step forward, watching them with calculating eyes. “You went into my office while I was gone?”
Toni watched as the two men approached them. When they acknowledged his presence he began to shake a little. He made sure to stay alert, although he hoped Romano would keep him safe he still felt as if he needed to be sure. His eyes were trained on them and he flinched when they spoke about the cuffs and him being sold off. A small part of him felt the cold dread sweeping through him all over again. His gaze shot to Roma when the other man questioned them about going into his office. He sounded pissed, and Toni shook more.
Thhe men shrunk a little under Lovi’s gaze. “Er…well ya see…We were going to go in and feed it if ya left it locked up there all night is all!” The shorter of the two sputtered out and the Italian hesitated before nodding slowly. “Well clearly you don’t need to concern yourself with that. I’m keeping him.” The men’s eyes widened and they shifted their eyes back to Toni once more, examining him more closely and noticing his change of clothes. “You’re…keeping it. For…?” One of them made a face before he could cover it. “That’s not like you boss…I mean what about your ‘appointments’. You just gonna give all those bombshells for some cat thing? I mean I knew you liked exotic shit but…” The other gave a skeptical look, finding it hard to believe that Lovino would suddenly do something as drastic as that.
Toni shrank back when they lookes at him, hiding behind Romano. After hearing Roma clain him as his own, he relaxed if only a little bit. Toni kept listening to them, his ears perking up a bit at the mention of ‘appointments’, but then he remembered that he wasn’t supposed to be curious at all. Clinging to Roma, he hoped the other man didn’t get mad thar he was basically attached to him. At the mention of him being ‘exotic shit’ his tail bristled, and a barely audible hiss escaped his mouth. He was still, however, shaking pretty bad.
The men both tried to peer behind Lovino to glare and Antonio. “Boss…don’t you think it seems pretty wild? We could always give it a few obedience lessons…” The shorter man tried to grab Toni’s arm, only to be stopped by Lovino smacking his arm away. “He’s well trained.” The other man stepped closer. “You sure he’s not gonna try and bite ya as soon as he gets the chance. Seems Te type to me.” The Italian looked between the two, trying to muster some idea to make the others back off. “I can prove it.” The words escaped his lips before he could stop them.
Toni’s heart sped up when they tried to grab him. ‘I’m not gonna hurt Romano! He’s my master!’ He wanted to scream. But his mouth stayed shut. The looks on their faces when they offered to train him forced Toni to shudder. Just before he was about to start hissing, he heard Roma say he’d prove it. ‘How?’ Was all he wondered. ‘Will he tell me to do something, then wait for me to do it?’ He was really confused now, and he stopped looking at the two scary men in favor of turning his puzzled eyes on his master. “¿Q-qué?” Was he could manage to get out.
“I’ll show you being bitten…” The Italian grumbled. Lovino turned back to Antonio, giving him a look to urge the other to trust him. Lovi drew his pet closer, wrapping an arm around his waist. He tilted Toni’s chin up, forcing him to look into his eyes. Slowly he leaned closer, pressing their lips together. Pulling away after a moment, he kept his eyes on Toni’s face, schooling his expression into a cool one. “Now…Who’s your master?”
Toni nearly jumped out of skin when Roma turned around. Seeing a look that told him to just go along with it, he calmed down slightly. However, his heart sped up when his chin was grabbed, and his eyes went wide when he was kissed. It took him a second to get over his shock and respond to Romano’s question. “Y-you are my master of c-course.” His tail was twitching around behind him and his face was red as he stared at the ground after he had given his answer. His his pulse was pounding in his ears as he waited for everything to end.
“Bene. Now I believe you two hav work to be doing.” He turned bak to his men who reluctantly nodded and scrambled off down the hall. Lovino watched their retreating figure, waiting a moment longer before grabbing Antonio by the wrist and dragging him to his office. He took a relieved breath once they were fully alone and released the other. “Shit…That was close.” He glanced over at his pet, who had been extremely silent. “You okay there…?”
Hetalia Insanity: te-amo-mi-tomatito: He flinched at the feel of this “boss” touching... →
bossromano.tumblr.com
Toni was more than relieved to hear this. “Okay. I don’t need to go outside anyway.” He settled into the seat, and looked around the yard seeing things he hadn’t last night. His eyes took in the just plain openess of his master’s house. He buckled his seat belt up and waited patiently for Romano to get into the car. The truth was, Toni didn’t want to go outside. He felt no need to, and he actually wanted to never have to wander around like he had all of his life again. He thanked his luck for getting him into a good, if not a bit scary, home.
Lovino shut the door behind Toni and climbed in the driver side. Soon they were off on the road and headed back into the city. It was still fairly early, even for those who worked day jobs, so the streets were thankfully clear enough for them to reach the office without a problem. As they pulled into the drive, Lovino let began setting his boss persona back into place. His posture straightened and by the time he had killed the engine, nothing but a deadly iciness radiated from his expression.
Toni felt the mood change as they drove there. When they got to Roma’s job, Toni noticed that he had a scary expression on his face. However, for some odd reason, Toni really didn’t feel fearful. Most likely because he knew it wasn’t being directed at him, and he wasn’t in trouble. He unbuckled himself and waited to open his door, wanting permission because his master was acting different. ‘It’s because he’s the boss of whatever this place is, and he needs to act like it.’ This thought in mind, he felt considerably calmer.
“Come on.” Lovino muttered and climbed out of his car. The air was crisp and did wonders for his focus. He glanced back over his shoulder once or twice while he headed for the back entrance, making sure Toni was keeping up with him. He hoped to be one of the first ones there, but with his luck, it wasn’t likely. Pulling open the door, he motioned for Toni to enter first while he scanned the interior of the building. He could hear faint footsteps that seemed to get louder as time passed. They seemed to be getting closer. ‘Just perfect…’ His lips twisted into somewhat of a scowl.
Toni did his best to keep up with the other man, half jogging in order to. When he passed Romano to go in, he took in his angry looking expression. ‘Oh…I wonder what’s wrong..’ He walked inside and his ears twitched, catching the sound of approaching footsteps. But he wasn’t afraid. Not at all. ‘Okay…maybe I’m a little scared..’ He admitted to himself, but he shrugged it off thinking he should stop egging on his imagination.
Lovino shuttle door behind them just as a couple of his men came around the corner. They looked at him and gave a rushed polite greeting before turning their eyes to Toni. Confusion crossed their faces and they exchanged a look before opening their mouths. “Ey…boss…you haven’t sold that thing already?” The first man questioned and the other quickly followed with his own comments. “We thought you found a buyer already when we saw your office empty. And you took the cuff off ‘im!” The Italian man took a step forward, watching them with calculating eyes. “You went into my office while I was gone?”
Toni watched as the two men approached them. When they acknowledged his presence he began to shake a little. He made sure to stay alert, although he hoped Romano would keep him safe he still felt as if he needed to be sure. His eyes were trained on them and he flinched when they spoke about the cuffs and him being sold off. A small part of him felt the cold dread sweeping through him all over again. His gaze shot to Roma when the other man questioned them about going into his office. He sounded pissed, and Toni shook more.
Thhe men shrunk a little under Lovi’s gaze. “Er…well ya see…We were going to go in and feed it if ya left it locked up there all night is all!” The shorter of the two sputtered out and the Italian hesitated before nodding slowly. “Well clearly you don’t need to concern yourself with that. I’m keeping him.” The men’s eyes widened and they shifted their eyes back to Toni once more, examining him more closely and noticing his change of clothes. “You’re…keeping it. For…?” One of them made a face before he could cover it. “That’s not like you boss…I mean what about your ‘appointments’. You just gonna give all those bombshells for some cat thing? I mean I knew you liked exotic shit but…” The other gave a skeptical look, finding it hard to believe that Lovino would suddenly do something as drastic as that.
Toni shrank back when they lookes at him, hiding behind Romano. After hearing Roma clain him as his own, he relaxed if only a little bit. Toni kept listening to them, his ears perking up a bit at the mention of ‘appointments’, but then he remembered that he wasn’t supposed to be curious at all. Clinging to Roma, he hoped the other man didn’t get mad thar he was basically attached to him. At the mention of him being ‘exotic shit’ his tail bristled, and a barely audible hiss escaped his mouth. He was still, however, shaking pretty bad.
The men both tried to peer behind Lovino to glare and Antonio. “Boss…don’t you think it seems pretty wild? We could always give it a few obedience lessons…” The shorter man tried to grab Toni’s arm, only to be stopped by Lovino smacking his arm away. “He’s well trained.” The other man stepped closer. “You sure he’s not gonna try and bite ya as soon as he gets the chance. Seems Te type to me.” The Italian looked between the two, trying to muster some idea to make the others back off. “I can prove it.” The words escaped his lips before he could stop them.
Toni’s heart sped up when they tried to grab him. ‘I’m not gonna hurt Romano! He’s my master!’ He wanted to scream. But his mouth stayed shut. The looks on their faces when they offered to train him forced Toni to shudder. Just before he was about to start hissing, he heard Roma say he’d prove it. ‘How?’ Was all he wondered. ‘Will he tell me to do something, then wait for me to do it?’ He was really confused now, and he stopped looking at the two scary men in favor of turning his puzzled eyes on his master. “¿Q-qué?” Was he could manage to get out.
“I’ll show you being bitten…” The Italian grumbled. Lovino turned back to Antonio, giving him a look to urge the other to trust him. Lovi drew his pet closer, wrapping an arm around his waist. He tilted Toni’s chin up, forcing him to look into his eyes. Slowly he leaned closer, pressing their lips together. Pulling away after a moment, he kept his eyes on Toni’s face, schooling his expression into a cool one. “Now…Who’s your master?”
Hetalia Insanity: te-amo-mi-tomatito: He flinched at the feel of this “boss” touching... →
bossromano.tumblr.com
Toni was more than relieved to hear this. “Okay. I don’t need to go outside anyway.” He settled into the seat, and looked around the yard seeing things he hadn’t last night. His eyes took in the just plain openess of his master’s house. He buckled his seat belt up and waited patiently for Romano to get into the car. The truth was, Toni didn’t want to go outside. He felt no need to, and he actually wanted to never have to wander around like he had all of his life again. He thanked his luck for getting him into a good, if not a bit scary, home.
Lovino shut the door behind Toni and climbed in the driver side. Soon they were off on the road and headed back into the city. It was still fairly early, even for those who worked day jobs, so the streets were thankfully clear enough for them to reach the office without a problem. As they pulled into the drive, Lovino let began setting his boss persona back into place. His posture straightened and by the time he had killed the engine, nothing but a deadly iciness radiated from his expression.
Toni felt the mood change as they drove there. When they got to Roma’s job, Toni noticed that he had a scary expression on his face. However, for some odd reason, Toni really didn’t feel fearful. Most likely because he knew it wasn’t being directed at him, and he wasn’t in trouble. He unbuckled himself and waited to open his door, wanting permission because his master was acting different. ‘It’s because he’s the boss of whatever this place is, and he needs to act like it.’ This thought in mind, he felt considerably calmer.
“Come on.” Lovino muttered and climbed out of his car. The air was crisp and did wonders for his focus. He glanced back over his shoulder once or twice while he headed for the back entrance, making sure Toni was keeping up with him. He hoped to be one of the first ones there, but with his luck, it wasn’t likely. Pulling open the door, he motioned for Toni to enter first while he scanned the interior of the building. He could hear faint footsteps that seemed to get louder as time passed. They seemed to be getting closer. ‘Just perfect…’ His lips twisted into somewhat of a scowl.
Toni did his best to keep up with the other man, half jogging in order to. When he passed Romano to go in, he took in his angry looking expression. ‘Oh…I wonder what’s wrong..’ He walked inside and his ears twitched, catching the sound of approaching footsteps. But he wasn’t afraid. Not at all. ‘Okay…maybe I’m a little scared..’ He admitted to himself, but he shrugged it off thinking he should stop egging on his imagination.
Lovino shuttle door behind them just as a couple of his men came around the corner. They looked at him and gave a rushed polite greeting before turning their eyes to Toni. Confusion crossed their faces and they exchanged a look before opening their mouths. “Ey…boss…you haven’t sold that thing already?” The first man questioned and the other quickly followed with his own comments. “We thought you found a buyer already when we saw your office empty. And you took the cuff off ‘im!” The Italian man took a step forward, watching them with calculating eyes. “You went into my office while I was gone?”
Toni watched as the two men approached them. When they acknowledged his presence he began to shake a little. He made sure to stay alert, although he hoped Romano would keep him safe he still felt as if he needed to be sure. His eyes were trained on them and he flinched when they spoke about the cuffs and him being sold off. A small part of him felt the cold dread sweeping through him all over again. His gaze shot to Roma when the other man questioned them about going into his office. He sounded pissed, and Toni shook more.
Thhe men shrunk a little under Lovi’s gaze. “Er…well ya see…We were going to go in and feed it if ya left it locked up there all night is all!” The shorter of the two sputtered out and the Italian hesitated before nodding slowly. “Well clearly you don’t need to concern yourself with that. I’m keeping him.” The men’s eyes widened and they shifted their eyes back to Toni once more, examining him more closely and noticing his change of clothes. “You’re…keeping it. For…?” One of them made a face before he could cover it. “That’s not like you boss…I mean what about your ‘appointments’. You just gonna give all those bombshells for some cat thing? I mean I knew you liked exotic shit but…” The other gave a skeptical look, finding it hard to believe that Lovino would suddenly do something as drastic as that.
Toni shrank back when they lookes at him, hiding behind Romano. After hearing Roma clain him as his own, he relaxed if only a little bit. Toni kept listening to them, his ears perking up a bit at the mention of ‘appointments’, but then he remembered that he wasn’t supposed to be curious at all. Clinging to Roma, he hoped the other man didn’t get mad thar he was basically attached to him. At the mention of him being ‘exotic shit’ his tail bristled, and a barely audible hiss escaped his mouth. He was still, however, shaking pretty bad.
The men both tried to peer behind Lovino to glare and Antonio. “Boss…don’t you think it seems pretty wild? We could always give it a few obedience lessons…” The shorter man tried to grab Toni’s arm, only to be stopped by Lovino smacking his arm away. “He’s well trained.” The other man stepped closer. “You sure he’s not gonna try and bite ya as soon as he gets the chance. Seems Te type to me.” The Italian looked between the two, trying to muster some idea to make the others back off. “I can prove it.” The words escaped his lips before he could stop them.
Hetalia Insanity: te-amo-mi-tomatito: He flinched at the feel of this “boss” touching... →
bossromano.tumblr.com
Toni was more than relieved to hear this. “Okay. I don’t need to go outside anyway.” He settled into the seat, and looked around the yard seeing things he hadn’t last night. His eyes took in the just plain openess of his master’s house. He buckled his seat belt up and waited patiently for Romano to get into the car. The truth was, Toni didn’t want to go outside. He felt no need to, and he actually wanted to never have to wander around like he had all of his life again. He thanked his luck for getting him into a good, if not a bit scary, home.
Lovino shut the door behind Toni and climbed in the driver side. Soon they were off on the road and headed back into the city. It was still fairly early, even for those who worked day jobs, so the streets were thankfully clear enough for them to reach the office without a problem. As they pulled into the drive, Lovino let began setting his boss persona back into place. His posture straightened and by the time he had killed the engine, nothing but a deadly iciness radiated from his expression.
Toni felt the mood change as they drove there. When they got to Roma’s job, Toni noticed that he had a scary expression on his face. However, for some odd reason, Toni really didn’t feel fearful. Most likely because he knew it wasn’t being directed at him, and he wasn’t in trouble. He unbuckled himself and waited to open his door, wanting permission because his master was acting different. ‘It’s because he’s the boss of whatever this place is, and he needs to act like it.’ This thought in mind, he felt considerably calmer.
“Come on.” Lovino muttered and climbed out of his car. The air was crisp and did wonders for his focus. He glanced back over his shoulder once or twice while he headed for the back entrance, making sure Toni was keeping up with him. He hoped to be one of the first ones there, but with his luck, it wasn’t likely. Pulling open the door, he motioned for Toni to enter first while he scanned the interior of the building. He could hear faint footsteps that seemed to get louder as time passed. They seemed to be getting closer. ‘Just perfect…’ His lips twisted into somewhat of a scowl.
Toni did his best to keep up with the other man, half jogging in order to. When he passed Romano to go in, he took in his angry looking expression. ‘Oh…I wonder what’s wrong..’ He walked inside and his ears twitched, catching the sound of approaching footsteps. But he wasn’t afraid. Not at all. ‘Okay…maybe I’m a little scared..’ He admitted to himself, but he shrugged it off thinking he should stop egging on his imagination.
Lovino shuttle door behind them just as a couple of his men came around the corner. They looked at him and gave a rushed polite greeting before turning their eyes to Toni. Confusion crossed their faces and they exchanged a look before opening their mouths. “Ey…boss…you haven’t sold that thing already?” The first man questioned and the other quickly followed with his own comments. “We thought you found a buyer already when we saw your office empty. And you took the cuff off ‘im!” The Italian man took a step forward, watching them with calculating eyes. “You went into my office while I was gone?”
Toni watched as the two men approached them. When they acknowledged his presence he began to shake a little. He made sure to stay alert, although he hoped Romano would keep him safe he still felt as if he needed to be sure. His eyes were trained on them and he flinched when they spoke about the cuffs and him being sold off. A small part of him felt the cold dread sweeping through him all over again. His gaze shot to Roma when the other man questioned them about going into his office. He sounded pissed, and Toni shook more.
Thhe men shrunk a little under Lovi’s gaze. “Er…well ya see…We were going to go in and feed it if ya left it locked up there all night is all!” The shorter of the two sputtered out and the Italian hesitated before nodding slowly. “Well clearly you don’t need to concern yourself with that. I’m keeping him.” The men’s eyes widened and they shifted their eyes back to Toni once more, examining him more closely and noticing his change of clothes. “You’re…keeping it. For…?” One of them made a face before he could cover it. “That’s not like you boss…I mean what about your ‘appointments’. You just gonna give all those bombshells for some cat thing? I mean I knew you liked exotic shit but…” The other gave a skeptical look, finding it hard to believe that Lovino would suddenly do something as drastic as that.
Hetalia Insanity: te-amo-mi-tomatito: He flinched at the feel of this “boss” touching... →
bossromano.tumblr.com
Toni was more than relieved to hear this. “Okay. I don’t need to go outside anyway.” He settled into the seat, and looked around the yard seeing things he hadn’t last night. His eyes took in the just plain openess of his master’s house. He buckled his seat belt up and waited patiently for Romano to get into the car. The truth was, Toni didn’t want to go outside. He felt no need to, and he actually wanted to never have to wander around like he had all of his life again. He thanked his luck for getting him into a good, if not a bit scary, home.
Lovino shut the door behind Toni and climbed in the driver side. Soon they were off on the road and headed back into the city. It was still fairly early, even for those who worked day jobs, so the streets were thankfully clear enough for them to reach the office without a problem. As they pulled into the drive, Lovino let began setting his boss persona back into place. His posture straightened and by the time he had killed the engine, nothing but a deadly iciness radiated from his expression.
Toni felt the mood change as they drove there. When they got to Roma’s job, Toni noticed that he had a scary expression on his face. However, for some odd reason, Toni really didn’t feel fearful. Most likely because he knew it wasn’t being directed at him, and he wasn’t in trouble. He unbuckled himself and waited to open his door, wanting permission because his master was acting different. ‘It’s because he’s the boss of whatever this place is, and he needs to act like it.’ This thought in mind, he felt considerably calmer.
“Come on.” Lovino muttered and climbed out of his car. The air was crisp and did wonders for his focus. He glanced back over his shoulder once or twice while he headed for the back entrance, making sure Toni was keeping up with him. He hoped to be one of the first ones there, but with his luck, it wasn’t likely. Pulling open the door, he motioned for Toni to enter first while he scanned the interior of the building. He could hear faint footsteps that seemed to get louder as time passed. They seemed to be getting closer. ‘Just perfect…’ His lips twisted into somewhat of a scowl.
Toni did his best to keep up with the other man, half jogging in order to. When he passed Romano to go in, he took in his angry looking expression. ‘Oh…I wonder what’s wrong..’ He walked inside and his ears twitched, catching the sound of approaching footsteps. But he wasn’t afraid. Not at all. ‘Okay…maybe I’m a little scared..’ He admitted to himself, but he shrugged it off thinking he should stop egging on his imagination.
Lovino shuttle door behind them just as a couple of his men came around the corner. They looked at him and gave a rushed polite greeting before turning their eyes to Toni. Confusion crossed their faces and they exchanged a look before opening their mouths. “Ey…boss…you haven’t sold that thing already?” The first man questioned and the other quickly followed with his own comments. “We thought you found a buyer already when we saw your office empty. And you took the cuff off ‘im!” The Italian man took a step forward, watching them with calculating eyes. “You went into my office while I was gone?”
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Toni was more than relieved to hear this. “Okay. I don’t need to go outside anyway.” He settled into the seat, and looked around the yard seeing things he hadn’t last night. His eyes took in the just plain openess of his master’s house. He buckled his seat belt up and waited patiently for Romano to get into the car. The truth was, Toni didn’t want to go outside. He felt no need to, and he actually wanted to never have to wander around like he had all of his life again. He thanked his luck for getting him into a good, if not a bit scary, home.
Lovino shut the door behind Toni and climbed in the driver side. Soon they were off on the road and headed back into the city. It was still fairly early, even for those who worked day jobs, so the streets were thankfully clear enough for them to reach the office without a problem. As they pulled into the drive, Lovino let began setting his boss persona back into place. His posture straightened and by the time he had killed the engine, nothing but a deadly iciness radiated from his expression.
Toni felt the mood change as they drove there. When they got to Roma’s job, Toni noticed that he had a scary expression on his face. However, for some odd reason, Toni really didn’t feel fearful. Most likely because he knew it wasn’t being directed at him, and he wasn’t in trouble. He unbuckled himself and waited to open his door, wanting permission because his master was acting different. ‘It’s because he’s the boss of whatever this place is, and he needs to act like it.’ This thought in mind, he felt considerably calmer.
“Come on.” Lovino muttered and climbed out of his car. The air was crisp and did wonders for his focus. He glanced back over his shoulder once or twice while he headed for the back entrance, making sure Toni was keeping up with him. He hoped to be one of the first ones there, but with his luck, it wasn’t likely. Pulling open the door, he motioned for Toni to enter first while he scanned the interior of the building. He could hear faint footsteps that seemed to get louder as time passed. They seemed to be getting closer. ‘Just perfect…’ His lips twisted into somewhat of a scowl.
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Toni nodded and left the kitchen. He walked into the room and folded up the towel and clothes. While he walked back he thought about the offer of shoes. He didn’t really want to wear them. ‘They look so…uncomfortable…’ He felt his toes curl in dislike. He walked out to where his master was and looked at him. “Do I have to wear them…?” He really, really wanted the answer to be no. He did not want to constrict his feet like that.
Lovino shook his head and began ushering Antonio outside to the car. “No. But that does mean you have to stay inside the whole time. No trips outside where you can slice your heels up.” He unlocked his car, opening the passenger door for Toni. It wasn’t like he planned to have the feline out much where his ears and tail could be seen, but it was strictly a precautionary measure. “After all, I don’t need you getting hurt or into any trouble your first day with me at work. It would mean I’d probably have to leave you locked up here for the rest of the week.” He jerked his chin back towards the large empty house. Not that being kept prisoner in his home was much of a torture, it just got a bit too quiet sometimes.
Toni was more than relieved to hear this. “Okay. I don’t need to go outside anyway.” He settled into the seat, and looked around the yard seeing things he hadn’t last night. His eyes took in the just plain openess of his master’s house. He buckled his seat belt up and waited patiently for Romano to get into the car. The truth was, Toni didn’t want to go outside. He felt no need to, and he actually wanted to never have to wander around like he had all of his life again. He thanked his luck for getting him into a good, if not a bit scary, home.
Lovino shut the door behind Toni and climbed in the driver side. Soon they were off on the road and headed back into the city. It was still fairly early, even for those who worked day jobs, so the streets were thankfully clear enough for them to reach the office without a problem. As they pulled into the drive, Lovino let began setting his boss persona back into place. His posture straightened and by the time he had killed the engine, nothing but a deadly iciness radiated from his expression.
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“Alright. I’ll be downstairs so…call if you have questions on anything else I suppose.” He turned and began walking out. “Try not to take too long.” He muttered under his breath as he shut the door behind him. Lovino quickly made his way down the stairs, hoping to be able to fit in one more cup of coffee while Antonio showered. Right now all he could do was wait and hope they didn’t get there too late. Drawing so much attention went against his better nature.
Toni stepped under the flow of water, startled at how warm it was. He was used to cold and dirty water, so this was odd. Looking at the assortment of soaps he picked one and washed up, making sure to clean everywhere while also not taking too long. He rinsed off and got out. Drying himself he got into the clothes Romano had let use. Before he left, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. “…I look…very clean…” After the shock of seeing that had worn off, he left the bathroom, holding his used towel and old clothes. He walked into the kitchen with them. “I’m done..Where do you want me to put these..?” All in all, the shower had taken him around five minutes.
Lovino looked up from his half finished mug of coffee. Antonio cleaned up….very well to say the least. It took him a moment to realize he was staring. “Laundry room…” He mumbled, finally managing to tear his gaze away and dumping the rest of he coffee down the sink. “Down the hall. Second door on your right.” He glanced at his watch again. There was still just enough time for them to make it if he pushed a few speed limits. “I have some spare sandals for you to use if you think you’ll need them.” He walked out of the kitchen, heading for the coat closet. He wasn’t sure if the other was even used to shoes at all, but he figured that it would be best to ask rather than just throwing them at him.
Toni nodded and left the kitchen. He walked into the room and folded up the towel and clothes. While he walked back he thought about the offer of shoes. He didn’t really want to wear them. ‘They look so…uncomfortable…’ He felt his toes curl in dislike. He walked out to where his master was and looked at him. “Do I have to wear them…?” He really, really wanted the answer to be no. He did not want to constrict his feet like that.
Lovino shook his head and began ushering Antonio outside to the car. “No. But that does mean you have to stay inside the whole time. No trips outside where you can slice your heels up.” He unlocked his car, opening the passenger door for Toni. It wasn’t like he planned to have the feline out much where his ears and tail could be seen, but it was strictly a precautionary measure. “After all, I don’t need you getting hurt or into any trouble your first day with me at work. It would mean I’d probably have to leave you locked up here for the rest of the week.” He jerked his chin back towards the large empty house. Not that being kept prisoner in his home was much of a torture, it just got a bit too quiet sometimes.
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“Alright. I’ll be downstairs so…call if you have questions on anything else I suppose.” He turned and began walking out. “Try not to take too long.” He muttered under his breath as he shut the door behind him. Lovino quickly made his way down the stairs, hoping to be able to fit in one more cup of coffee while Antonio showered. Right now all he could do was wait and hope they didn’t get there too late. Drawing so much attention went against his better nature.
Toni stepped under the flow of water, startled at how warm it was. He was used to cold and dirty water, so this was odd. Looking at the assortment of soaps he picked one and washed up, making sure to clean everywhere while also not taking too long. He rinsed off and got out. Drying himself he got into the clothes Romano had let use. Before he left, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. “…I look…very clean…” After the shock of seeing that had worn off, he left the bathroom, holding his used towel and old clothes. He walked into the kitchen with them. “I’m done..Where do you want me to put these..?” All in all, the shower had taken him around five minutes.
Lovino looked up from his half finished mug of coffee. Antonio cleaned up….very well to say the least. It took him a moment to realize he was staring. “Laundry room…” He mumbled, finally managing to tear his gaze away and dumping the rest of he coffee down the sink. “Down the hall. Second door on your right.” He glanced at his watch again. There was still just enough time for them to make it if he pushed a few speed limits. “I have some spare sandals for you to use if you think you’ll need them.” He walked out of the kitchen, heading for the coat closet. He wasn’t sure if the other was even used to shoes at all, but he figured that it would be best to ask rather than just throwing them at him.
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Toni took the boxers and left the room. Entering the bathroom he sat the clothes on the toilet sesat and began searching for the towels. Finding them right where Romano had said they would be he stood there holding it. He didn’t know if he just took a shower or bath or something. He walked over to the tub and quickly got confused. There were too many dials and knobs. Afraid he’d break the fancy looking thing, he went and sat on the floor in front of the sink.
Romano was quick to get on with his routine. He headed into the shower, turning the water on and quickly getting clean. He unconsciously rushed through, finding himself out and picking through his clothes in a shorter time than he’d have ever expected. A red button up and black slacks would have to do for the day, he didn’t feel like dressing up today. Fixing his hair as he walked out of the bedroom, he paused outside of the guest room. “You almost done…?” He called, knocking lightly on the door. His voice wasn’t urgent, they actually had some time to spare.
Toni jumped, a little startled at the sound of Roma’s voice. He got up and looked around the bathroom, then down at himself. ‘Just as dirty as I was before..’ He briefly considered trying to quickly wash using the sink, then he remembered how irritated Romano had become when he had ignored him earlier. So, reluctantly, he opened the door. With his ears down, and tail being nervously twisted in his hands he looked at the other. “I….lo s-siento. I really d-didn’t want b-break your knob th-things…I have n-no idea how to u-use them…” He glanced back at the tub, then looked to the ground.
Irritation flitted across his face before he sighed and walked in past Toni. He supposed he had no one but himself to blame, both for assuming the feline knew how to work his showers and that he had any chance of getting to work early today. He set the water to a warm temperature before looking back at his pet. “This one…” He pointed to the knob on the right. “Controls heat. The one on the left is cold. Tun them both towards each other to turn all the water off and the opposite way to increase water flow. Got that?” Lovino hoped the explanation was simple enough. He never had such a difficult time explaining how anything in his house was used. He was far too used to people just knowing.
Toni sort of blinked over at Roma. “I….guess…” He had been listening intently to the instructions. ‘They seem easy enough..’ He built up his confidence and walked over to Romano. He was still slightly confused on what he needed to do, but he figured it wasn’t that big of a deal. ‘Besides, I don’t wanna make him angry…’ He stood, awkwardly waiting for Roma to leave.
“Alright. I’ll be downstairs so…call if you have questions on anything else I suppose.” He turned and began walking out. “Try not to take too long.” He muttered under his breath as he shut the door behind him. Lovino quickly made his way down the stairs, hoping to be able to fit in one more cup of coffee while Antonio showered. Right now all he could do was wait and hope they didn’t get there too late. Drawing so much attention went against his better nature.
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Toni took the boxers and left the room. Entering the bathroom he sat the clothes on the toilet sesat and began searching for the towels. Finding them right where Romano had said they would be he stood there holding it. He didn’t know if he just took a shower or bath or something. He walked over to the tub and quickly got confused. There were too many dials and knobs. Afraid he’d break the fancy looking thing, he went and sat on the floor in front of the sink.
Romano was quick to get on with his routine. He headed into the shower, turning the water on and quickly getting clean. He unconsciously rushed through, finding himself out and picking through his clothes in a shorter time than he’d have ever expected. A red button up and black slacks would have to do for the day, he didn’t feel like dressing up today. Fixing his hair as he walked out of the bedroom, he paused outside of the guest room. “You almost done…?” He called, knocking lightly on the door. His voice wasn’t urgent, they actually had some time to spare.
Toni jumped, a little startled at the sound of Roma’s voice. He got up and looked around the bathroom, then down at himself. ‘Just as dirty as I was before..’ He briefly considered trying to quickly wash using the sink, then he remembered how irritated Romano had become when he had ignored him earlier. So, reluctantly, he opened the door. With his ears down, and tail being nervously twisted in his hands he looked at the other. “I….lo s-siento. I really d-didn’t want b-break your knob th-things…I have n-no idea how to u-use them…” He glanced back at the tub, then looked to the ground.
Irritation flitted across his face before he sighed and walked in past Toni. He supposed he had no one but himself to blame, both for assuming the feline knew how to work his showers and that he had any chance of getting to work early today. He set the water to a warm temperature before looking back at his pet. “This one…” He pointed to the knob on the right. “Controls heat. The one on the left is cold. Tun them both towards each other to turn all the water off and the opposite way to increase water flow. Got that?” Lovino hoped the explanation was simple enough. He never had such a difficult time explaining how anything in his house was used. He was far too used to people just knowing.
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Lovino nodded and began walking back towards the bedroom. He was sure some jeans and a button up could work. At least it would work well enough since he had to keep him in a semi professional appearance. “Alright. Come on then. I’m sure then boys will say somethin’ if I’m late.” Punctuality had always been a pet peeve of the Italians and he wasn’t about to start a tardy streak today. He glanced over at the Spaniard, pursing his lips. “What kind of cat are you mice with? Wild or domestic? How much is water a deterrent for you?”
Antonio thought about it. What was he? If he took a guess he’d sat domestic. But that was only because his mother hadn’t been wild. Not that he remembered much of her. “..Domestic…I think. Water is no problem for me. If it was I would’ve been dead by now.” And it was true. It rained a lot in the spring. The streams flooded, and he’d fell in more than a couple of times. No, he had no problem with water. “Why do you ask?” He had a clue, but he wasn’t sure if he was right.
“Bene. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to fight you on taking a shower in one of the guest rooms before you change.” He ran a hand through his hair with a frown. He always hated how his hair decided to behave in the morning. A shower seemed the only way he could tame it and it would’ve taken even more time to force his pet into a bath before taking his ritualistic cleaning. He entered his room and looked between the closet and dresser before opening the closet door and walking in. “Let’s see what size fits better.”
Toni walked to the doorway of the closet, and looked in. “Okay…” He glanced around and stared at random things. He froze and clamped down on the urge to go swat at a tie that was hanging up. His tail and fingers twitched as he looked from it to Roma. He felt his desires win and he walked slowly to it, and began to play with it. Pretty soon he tuned out everything and smiled happily at his new “toy” completely forgetting Romano.
Lovino turned back, a pair of dark jeans in hand. He quirked a brow, calling the other’s name quietly. “Antonio….” The other seemed too entranced with one of his ties to pay attention with him. Reaching out, he placed a hand on the back of his Pete’s neck. “Oi.” His voice was low and gruff as he stared intently at the other, demanding his attention.
Toni jumped a bit, and looked at Romano. He was a little scared at his tone. “L-lo siento maestro….I w-won’t do it a-again….” He stared at the ground, not sure what else to do. He was afraid that he had angered the other, and his tail twisted nervously behind him, as he shook slightly in fear.
He stated at him silently for a moment before nodding slowly. It was always an uncontrollable peeve of the Italian’s to be ignored. He had been surprisingly mild this time. Usually his men would recieve a much worse reminder of this fact when his patience was pushed. “Grab a shirt from the rack right there and come on. Need to shower.” He put the jeans into the other’s hands and walk out to the dresser to grab a spare pair of boxers.
Toni looked down at the material in his hands, not used to clean clothing. He silently walked over to the rack of shirts. After looking through them he chose the simplest thing there, a black button up shirt. He walked to Romano was and stood waiting. His eyes were still on the ground and his ears were down. He was upset that he made his master angry.
Handing the boxers to Anyonio, Lovino hesitated. Antonio looked rather demure compared to earlier. “Dispiace…Just…Head out and to the room on your left. Towels are under the sink.” He glanced away, waiting for his pet to leave before he grabbed his own clothes. One thing was for sure, he wasn’t wearing a tie today.
Toni took the boxers and left the room. Entering the bathroom he sat the clothes on the toilet sesat and began searching for the towels. Finding them right where Romano had said they would be he stood there holding it. He didn’t know if he just took a shower or bath or something. He walked over to the tub and quickly got confused. There were too many dials and knobs. Afraid he’d break the fancy looking thing, he went and sat on the floor in front of the sink.
Romano was quick to get on with his routine. He headed into the shower, turning the water on and quickly getting clean. He unconsciously rushed through, finding himself out and picking through his clothes in a shorter time than he’d have ever expected. A red button up and black slacks would have to do for the day, he didn’t feel like dressing up today. Fixing his hair as he walked out of the bedroom, he paused outside of the guest room. “You almost done…?” He called, knocking lightly on the door. His voice wasn’t urgent, they actually had some time to spare.
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Lovino nodded and began walking back towards the bedroom. He was sure some jeans and a button up could work. At least it would work well enough since he had to keep him in a semi professional appearance. “Alright. Come on then. I’m sure then boys will say somethin’ if I’m late.” Punctuality had always been a pet peeve of the Italians and he wasn’t about to start a tardy streak today. He glanced over at the Spaniard, pursing his lips. “What kind of cat are you mice with? Wild or domestic? How much is water a deterrent for you?”
Antonio thought about it. What was he? If he took a guess he’d sat domestic. But that was only because his mother hadn’t been wild. Not that he remembered much of her. “..Domestic…I think. Water is no problem for me. If it was I would’ve been dead by now.” And it was true. It rained a lot in the spring. The streams flooded, and he’d fell in more than a couple of times. No, he had no problem with water. “Why do you ask?” He had a clue, but he wasn’t sure if he was right.
“Bene. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to fight you on taking a shower in one of the guest rooms before you change.” He ran a hand through his hair with a frown. He always hated how his hair decided to behave in the morning. A shower seemed the only way he could tame it and it would’ve taken even more time to force his pet into a bath before taking his ritualistic cleaning. He entered his room and looked between the closet and dresser before opening the closet door and walking in. “Let’s see what size fits better.”
Toni walked to the doorway of the closet, and looked in. “Okay…” He glanced around and stared at random things. He froze and clamped down on the urge to go swat at a tie that was hanging up. His tail and fingers twitched as he looked from it to Roma. He felt his desires win and he walked slowly to it, and began to play with it. Pretty soon he tuned out everything and smiled happily at his new “toy” completely forgetting Romano.
Lovino turned back, a pair of dark jeans in hand. He quirked a brow, calling the other’s name quietly. “Antonio….” The other seemed too entranced with one of his ties to pay attention with him. Reaching out, he placed a hand on the back of his Pete’s neck. “Oi.” His voice was low and gruff as he stared intently at the other, demanding his attention.
Toni jumped a bit, and looked at Romano. He was a little scared at his tone. “L-lo siento maestro….I w-won’t do it a-again….” He stared at the ground, not sure what else to do. He was afraid that he had angered the other, and his tail twisted nervously behind him, as he shook slightly in fear.
He stated at him silently for a moment before nodding slowly. It was always an uncontrollable peeve of the Italian’s to be ignored. He had been surprisingly mild this time. Usually his men would recieve a much worse reminder of this fact when his patience was pushed. “Grab a shirt from the rack right there and come on. Need to shower.” He put the jeans into the other’s hands and walk out to the dresser to grab a spare pair of boxers.
Toni looked down at the material in his hands, not used to clean clothing. He silently walked over to the rack of shirts. After looking through them he chose the simplest thing there, a black button up shirt. He walked to Romano was and stood waiting. His eyes were still on the ground and his ears were down. He was upset that he made his master angry.
Handing the boxers to Anyonio, Lovino hesitated. Antonio looked rather demure compared to earlier. “Dispiace…Just…Head out and to the room on your left. Towels are under the sink.” He glanced away, waiting for his pet to leave before he grabbed his own clothes. One thing was for sure, he wasn’t wearing a tie today.
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Lovino nodded and began walking back towards the bedroom. He was sure some jeans and a button up could work. At least it would work well enough since he had to keep him in a semi professional appearance. “Alright. Come on then. I’m sure then boys will say somethin’ if I’m late.” Punctuality had always been a pet peeve of the Italians and he wasn’t about to start a tardy streak today. He glanced over at the Spaniard, pursing his lips. “What kind of cat are you mice with? Wild or domestic? How much is water a deterrent for you?”
Antonio thought about it. What was he? If he took a guess he’d sat domestic. But that was only because his mother hadn’t been wild. Not that he remembered much of her. “..Domestic…I think. Water is no problem for me. If it was I would’ve been dead by now.” And it was true. It rained a lot in the spring. The streams flooded, and he’d fell in more than a couple of times. No, he had no problem with water. “Why do you ask?” He had a clue, but he wasn’t sure if he was right.
“Bene. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to fight you on taking a shower in one of the guest rooms before you change.” He ran a hand through his hair with a frown. He always hated how his hair decided to behave in the morning. A shower seemed the only way he could tame it and it would’ve taken even more time to force his pet into a bath before taking his ritualistic cleaning. He entered his room and looked between the closet and dresser before opening the closet door and walking in. “Let’s see what size fits better.”
Toni walked to the doorway of the closet, and looked in. “Okay…” He glanced around and stared at random things. He froze and clamped down on the urge to go swat at a tie that was hanging up. His tail and fingers twitched as he looked from it to Roma. He felt his desires win and he walked slowly to it, and began to play with it. Pretty soon he tuned out everything and smiled happily at his new “toy” completely forgetting Romano.
Lovino turned back, a pair of dark jeans in hand. He quirked a brow, calling the other’s name quietly. “Antonio….” The other seemed too entranced with one of his ties to pay attention with him. Reaching out, he placed a hand on the back of his Pete’s neck. “Oi.” His voice was low and gruff as he stared intently at the other, demanding his attention.
Toni jumped a bit, and looked at Romano. He was a little scared at his tone. “L-lo siento maestro….I w-won’t do it a-again….” He stared at the ground, not sure what else to do. He was afraid that he had angered the other, and his tail twisted nervously behind him, as he shook slightly in fear.
He stated at him silently for a moment before nodding slowly. It was always an uncontrollable peeve of the Italian’s to be ignored. He had been surprisingly mild this time. Usually his men would recieve a much worse reminder of this fact when his patience was pushed. “Grab a shirt from the rack right there and come on. Need to shower.” He put the jeans into the other’s hands and walk out to the dresser to grab a spare pair of boxers.
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Lovino nodded and began walking back towards the bedroom. He was sure some jeans and a button up could work. At least it would work well enough since he had to keep him in a semi professional appearance. “Alright. Come on then. I’m sure then boys will say somethin’ if I’m late.” Punctuality had always been a pet peeve of the Italians and he wasn’t about to start a tardy streak today. He glanced over at the Spaniard, pursing his lips. “What kind of cat are you mice with? Wild or domestic? How much is water a deterrent for you?”
Antonio thought about it. What was he? If he took a guess he’d sat domestic. But that was only because his mother hadn’t been wild. Not that he remembered much of her. “..Domestic…I think. Water is no problem for me. If it was I would’ve been dead by now.” And it was true. It rained a lot in the spring. The streams flooded, and he’d fell in more than a couple of times. No, he had no problem with water. “Why do you ask?” He had a clue, but he wasn’t sure if he was right.
“Bene. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to fight you on taking a shower in one of the guest rooms before you change.” He ran a hand through his hair with a frown. He always hated how his hair decided to behave in the morning. A shower seemed the only way he could tame it and it would’ve taken even more time to force his pet into a bath before taking his ritualistic cleaning. He entered his room and looked between the closet and dresser before opening the closet door and walking in. “Let’s see what size fits better.”
Toni walked to the doorway of the closet, and looked in. “Okay…” He glanced around and stared at random things. He froze and clamped down on the urge to go swat at a tie that was hanging up. His tail and fingers twitched as he looked from it to Roma. He felt his desires win and he walked slowly to it, and began to play with it. Pretty soon he tuned out everything and smiled happily at his new “toy” completely forgetting Romano.
Lovino turned back, a pair of dark jeans in hand. He quirked a brow, calling the other’s name quietly. “Antonio….” The other seemed too entranced with one of his ties to pay attention with him. Reaching out, he placed a hand on the back of his Pete’s neck. “Oi.” His voice was low and gruff as he stared intently at the other, demanding his attention.
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Lovino nodded and began walking back towards the bedroom. He was sure some jeans and a button up could work. At least it would work well enough since he had to keep him in a semi professional appearance. “Alright. Come on then. I’m sure then boys will say somethin’ if I’m late.” Punctuality had always been a pet peeve of the Italians and he wasn’t about to start a tardy streak today. He glanced over at the Spaniard, pursing his lips. “What kind of cat are you mice with? Wild or domestic? How much is water a deterrent for you?”
Antonio thought about it. What was he? If he took a guess he’d sat domestic. But that was only because his mother hadn’t been wild. Not that he remembered much of her. “..Domestic…I think. Water is no problem for me. If it was I would’ve been dead by now.” And it was true. It rained a lot in the spring. The streams flooded, and he’d fell in more than a couple of times. No, he had no problem with water. “Why do you ask?” He had a clue, but he wasn’t sure if he was right.
“Bene. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to fight you on taking a shower in one of the guest rooms before you change.” He ran a hand through his hair with a frown. He always hated how his hair decided to behave in the morning. A shower seemed the only way he could tame it and it would’ve taken even more time to force his pet into a bath before taking his ritualistic cleaning. He entered his room and looked between the closet and dresser before opening the closet door and walking in. “Let’s see what size fits better.”
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Lovino followed behind, much less enthusiastically, hitting the buttong on his coffee machine before going to his refrigerator. “Why are you on the ground? The chair is right next to you…” Doesn’t bother to look over his shoulder as he grabs the ingredients he needs. His body was on auto pilot as he began cooking, chopping tomatoes and throwing in spices as he went. Sometimes it paid to have been forced into cooking schools by his father, no matter how much he had complained about it.
He sat on the ground, watching Roma’s every move. “The ground is more comfortable…” He looked up at the fan. ‘I was calling that lretty last night..? That’s…odd.’ He jumped up to watch his master skillfully cut and dice the food. It was reaally a lovely thing to watch. He stood on the side of Romano, not too close as he didn’t want to get in the way, but close enough to see better. “You’re very good at cooking.”
Lovino was brought out of his stupor, nicking himself on accident as he turned his head. “A-Ah…I guess.” He set the knife down, examining the small cut and shrugging it off, resuming his business with one hand so as not to contaminate the food. “It’s something i was taught to do since I was a kid. Good outlet and all that shit.” Manages both the pan with the sausage and eggs with one hand at his side. “It’s really just a hobby now. Not even…it would be if I had time for it.”
Antonio nods as he listens, then notices the small wound. “¡Dios mio!” He gasped and ran for a paper towel. Soaking it in water, he grabbed Romano’s hand and gently dabbed it with the paper towel. He was completely concentrated on his task, afraid that it might get infected. He didn’t note that it was tiny, and that Roma didn’t make a big deal out of it.
Lovino looked at Antonio strangely, trying to pull his hand away. “What are you doing? I sort of need my hand to grab the plates, or the foods going to be overcooked.” The Italian looked from the cabinet back to the feline. “I’m fine, you don’t need to freak out over such a small cut. I’ve had much worse.” Compared to bullet wounds, a little nick in the kitchen was nearly laughable to worry over, not even worth a bandage. He hadn’t had someone to worry over him in the least since he lived with his brother all those years ago and he really wasn’t sure how to respond without hurting the other’s feelings.
Toni looked at him with wide eyes, and he kept the hand in his grip. “It needs to be cleaned out.” He said this stubbornly as he continued rinsing it out. He had seen too many die from infections because of small cuts. ‘Well…he doesn’t live out in an alley so he wouldn’t really die but..’ He shook off the thought and let go of Romano’s hand. Going quickly to the bathroom, he grabbed a band-aid and went to put it on him. When he was done he looked at Roma and smiled. “There. Now you can cook!” With that he took a seat on the floor again.
“What? Not going to kiss it better too?” Lovino muttered sarcastically an finished his pet’s meal. “Are you going to insist on eating on the floor too?” He looked down at Antonio, plate in hand. A part of his mind argued it was logical for a pet to sit on the ground, but at the same time, the sight was more than a little off putting to him. Shaking his head, he gave Toni the plate and a fork before grabbing the milk. He busied himself with getting the feline’s drink and fixing his own before he began cleaning the mess he made.
He glancd up at Roma with a confused look. “…Did you want me to kiss it…?” He wasn’t very familar with the expression, and didn’t know if he was joking or not. He took his food and shook his confused thoughts away. As he started to eat, he looked up at his master while he cleaned. When he took the first bite his eyes closed. “Mmmm~” He practically moaned at the flavor.
“Good…?” He questioned over his shoulder, placing the pans in the sink and swiping up his coffee. He took a sip of the hot liquid. Lovino pondered if corrupting the mind of Antonio with his cynical sense of humor was such a good idea. Then again naivity in the world he was being brought into could be deadly…or worse. “Soon as you’re done eating we need to find you some clothes.” He picked up the glass of milk and set it down next to Antonio.
Toni picked up the milk and drank some. He looked down at his food, then his milk. He had never had food this good or fresh. He finished it slowly, drinking every now and then. When he finished he got up to put his dishes in the sink. Unsure of what to do, he washed them. When that was done he walked over to sit by Roma’s feet. “Gracias por la comida.” He waited for him to finish his coffee, so he could get the clothes the other had mentioned.
“Prego. It’s only to be expected that I feed you.” Lovino’s fingers trailed over Toni’s ears. It’s a shame he would need to force Toni into a hat to hide them if they were to go into public. Though he’d have to make sure the other’s tail was out of sight too. Finishing his coffee, he set the empty mug on the counter. “Might as well get the day started then…” What a long day he knew it would be too. He wondered if his clothes would fit The feline. He was older and close enough to his height, it shouldn’t be too uncomfortable. “What sort of clothes do want to wear today?” He had everything from casual jeans and tees to suits and tuxes. It all depended on what sort of style Antonio requested.
Toni purred at the fingers on his ears. He looked up at him, confusion in his eyes. “What sort…? Um….The…wearing kind…?” He didn’t know that there were different kinds of clothes. He had been using the ones he wore now for a while. He washed them in random streams that he found, but still. “Is there…more than one type…?” He felt completely dumb, and felt like he was getting on his master’s nerves. He watched him looking for any sign of anger from the other. He nearly got himself shaking from the fear he gave himself with his imagination.
“Si….” He answered slowly. “There are. Different styles made of different materials for different occasions.” He tried to think of some simple way to explain Antonio’s choices without going on for ages. “Just…Do you want baggier clothes? Silky, soft, durable? You’re going to have to suffer with mine until Franco takes your measurements and gets your wardrobe set up.” He motioned for Toni to stand, confused by the fearful look in his eyes.
Standing up, he sighed in relief. Romano didn’t look mad at him. “Uh…durable sounds like the best option…” He still wasn’t really sure what he chose, but it sounded right. He looked at Roma, trying to see if he was truly calm, not wanting him upset. He looked to the ground, keeping himself quiet.
Lovino nodded and began walking back towards the bedroom. He was sure some jeans and a button up could work. At least it would work well enough since he had to keep him in a semi professional appearance. “Alright. Come on then. I’m sure then boys will say somethin’ if I’m late.” Punctuality had always been a pet peeve of the Italians and he wasn’t about to start a tardy streak today. He glanced over at the Spaniard, pursing his lips. “What kind of cat are you mice with? Wild or domestic? How much is water a deterrent for you?”
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Lovino followed behind, much less enthusiastically, hitting the buttong on his coffee machine before going to his refrigerator. “Why are you on the ground? The chair is right next to you…” Doesn’t bother to look over his shoulder as he grabs the ingredients he needs. His body was on auto pilot as he began cooking, chopping tomatoes and throwing in spices as he went. Sometimes it paid to have been forced into cooking schools by his father, no matter how much he had complained about it.
He sat on the ground, watching Roma’s every move. “The ground is more comfortable…” He looked up at the fan. ‘I was calling that lretty last night..? That’s…odd.’ He jumped up to watch his master skillfully cut and dice the food. It was reaally a lovely thing to watch. He stood on the side of Romano, not too close as he didn’t want to get in the way, but close enough to see better. “You’re very good at cooking.”
Lovino was brought out of his stupor, nicking himself on accident as he turned his head. “A-Ah…I guess.” He set the knife down, examining the small cut and shrugging it off, resuming his business with one hand so as not to contaminate the food. “It’s something i was taught to do since I was a kid. Good outlet and all that shit.” Manages both the pan with the sausage and eggs with one hand at his side. “It’s really just a hobby now. Not even…it would be if I had time for it.”
Antonio nods as he listens, then notices the small wound. “¡Dios mio!” He gasped and ran for a paper towel. Soaking it in water, he grabbed Romano’s hand and gently dabbed it with the paper towel. He was completely concentrated on his task, afraid that it might get infected. He didn’t note that it was tiny, and that Roma didn’t make a big deal out of it.
Lovino looked at Antonio strangely, trying to pull his hand away. “What are you doing? I sort of need my hand to grab the plates, or the foods going to be overcooked.” The Italian looked from the cabinet back to the feline. “I’m fine, you don’t need to freak out over such a small cut. I’ve had much worse.” Compared to bullet wounds, a little nick in the kitchen was nearly laughable to worry over, not even worth a bandage. He hadn’t had someone to worry over him in the least since he lived with his brother all those years ago and he really wasn’t sure how to respond without hurting the other’s feelings.
Toni looked at him with wide eyes, and he kept the hand in his grip. “It needs to be cleaned out.” He said this stubbornly as he continued rinsing it out. He had seen too many die from infections because of small cuts. ‘Well…he doesn’t live out in an alley so he wouldn’t really die but..’ He shook off the thought and let go of Romano’s hand. Going quickly to the bathroom, he grabbed a band-aid and went to put it on him. When he was done he looked at Roma and smiled. “There. Now you can cook!” With that he took a seat on the floor again.
“What? Not going to kiss it better too?” Lovino muttered sarcastically an finished his pet’s meal. “Are you going to insist on eating on the floor too?” He looked down at Antonio, plate in hand. A part of his mind argued it was logical for a pet to sit on the ground, but at the same time, the sight was more than a little off putting to him. Shaking his head, he gave Toni the plate and a fork before grabbing the milk. He busied himself with getting the feline’s drink and fixing his own before he began cleaning the mess he made.
He glancd up at Roma with a confused look. “…Did you want me to kiss it…?” He wasn’t very familar with the expression, and didn’t know if he was joking or not. He took his food and shook his confused thoughts away. As he started to eat, he looked up at his master while he cleaned. When he took the first bite his eyes closed. “Mmmm~” He practically moaned at the flavor.
“Good…?” He questioned over his shoulder, placing the pans in the sink and swiping up his coffee. He took a sip of the hot liquid. Lovino pondered if corrupting the mind of Antonio with his cynical sense of humor was such a good idea. Then again naivity in the world he was being brought into could be deadly…or worse. “Soon as you’re done eating we need to find you some clothes.” He picked up the glass of milk and set it down next to Antonio.
Toni picked up the milk and drank some. He looked down at his food, then his milk. He had never had food this good or fresh. He finished it slowly, drinking every now and then. When he finished he got up to put his dishes in the sink. Unsure of what to do, he washed them. When that was done he walked over to sit by Roma’s feet. “Gracias por la comida.” He waited for him to finish his coffee, so he could get the clothes the other had mentioned.
“Prego. It’s only to be expected that I feed you.” Lovino’s fingers trailed over Toni’s ears. It’s a shame he would need to force Toni into a hat to hide them if they were to go into public. Though he’d have to make sure the other’s tail was out of sight too. Finishing his coffee, he set the empty mug on the counter. “Might as well get the day started then…” What a long day he knew it would be too. He wondered if his clothes would fit The feline. He was older and close enough to his height, it shouldn’t be too uncomfortable. “What sort of clothes do want to wear today?” He had everything from casual jeans and tees to suits and tuxes. It all depended on what sort of style Antonio requested.
Toni purred at the fingers on his ears. He looked up at him, confusion in his eyes. “What sort…? Um….The…wearing kind…?” He didn’t know that there were different kinds of clothes. He had been using the ones he wore now for a while. He washed them in random streams that he found, but still. “Is there…more than one type…?” He felt completely dumb, and felt like he was getting on his master’s nerves. He watched him looking for any sign of anger from the other. He nearly got himself shaking from the fear he gave himself with his imagination.
“Si….” He answered slowly. “There are. Different styles made of different materials for different occasions.” He tried to think of some simple way to explain Antonio’s choices without going on for ages. “Just…Do you want baggier clothes? Silky, soft, durable? You’re going to have to suffer with mine until Franco takes your measurements and gets your wardrobe set up.” He motioned for Toni to stand, confused by the fearful look in his eyes.
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Lovino followed behind, much less enthusiastically, hitting the buttong on his coffee machine before going to his refrigerator. “Why are you on the ground? The chair is right next to you…” Doesn’t bother to look over his shoulder as he grabs the ingredients he needs. His body was on auto pilot as he began cooking, chopping tomatoes and throwing in spices as he went. Sometimes it paid to have been forced into cooking schools by his father, no matter how much he had complained about it.
He sat on the ground, watching Roma’s every move. “The ground is more comfortable…” He looked up at the fan. ‘I was calling that lretty last night..? That’s…odd.’ He jumped up to watch his master skillfully cut and dice the food. It was reaally a lovely thing to watch. He stood on the side of Romano, not too close as he didn’t want to get in the way, but close enough to see better. “You’re very good at cooking.”
Lovino was brought out of his stupor, nicking himself on accident as he turned his head. “A-Ah…I guess.” He set the knife down, examining the small cut and shrugging it off, resuming his business with one hand so as not to contaminate the food. “It’s something i was taught to do since I was a kid. Good outlet and all that shit.” Manages both the pan with the sausage and eggs with one hand at his side. “It’s really just a hobby now. Not even…it would be if I had time for it.”
Antonio nods as he listens, then notices the small wound. “¡Dios mio!” He gasped and ran for a paper towel. Soaking it in water, he grabbed Romano’s hand and gently dabbed it with the paper towel. He was completely concentrated on his task, afraid that it might get infected. He didn’t note that it was tiny, and that Roma didn’t make a big deal out of it.
Lovino looked at Antonio strangely, trying to pull his hand away. “What are you doing? I sort of need my hand to grab the plates, or the foods going to be overcooked.” The Italian looked from the cabinet back to the feline. “I’m fine, you don’t need to freak out over such a small cut. I’ve had much worse.” Compared to bullet wounds, a little nick in the kitchen was nearly laughable to worry over, not even worth a bandage. He hadn’t had someone to worry over him in the least since he lived with his brother all those years ago and he really wasn’t sure how to respond without hurting the other’s feelings.
Toni looked at him with wide eyes, and he kept the hand in his grip. “It needs to be cleaned out.” He said this stubbornly as he continued rinsing it out. He had seen too many die from infections because of small cuts. ‘Well…he doesn’t live out in an alley so he wouldn’t really die but..’ He shook off the thought and let go of Romano’s hand. Going quickly to the bathroom, he grabbed a band-aid and went to put it on him. When he was done he looked at Roma and smiled. “There. Now you can cook!” With that he took a seat on the floor again.
“What? Not going to kiss it better too?” Lovino muttered sarcastically an finished his pet’s meal. “Are you going to insist on eating on the floor too?” He looked down at Antonio, plate in hand. A part of his mind argued it was logical for a pet to sit on the ground, but at the same time, the sight was more than a little off putting to him. Shaking his head, he gave Toni the plate and a fork before grabbing the milk. He busied himself with getting the feline’s drink and fixing his own before he began cleaning the mess he made.
He glancd up at Roma with a confused look. “…Did you want me to kiss it…?” He wasn’t very familar with the expression, and didn’t know if he was joking or not. He took his food and shook his confused thoughts away. As he started to eat, he looked up at his master while he cleaned. When he took the first bite his eyes closed. “Mmmm~” He practically moaned at the flavor.
“Good…?” He questioned over his shoulder, placing the pans in the sink and swiping up his coffee. He took a sip of the hot liquid. Lovino pondered if corrupting the mind of Antonio with his cynical sense of humor was such a good idea. Then again naivity in the world he was being brought into could be deadly…or worse. “Soon as you’re done eating we need to find you some clothes.” He picked up the glass of milk and set it down next to Antonio.
Toni picked up the milk and drank some. He looked down at his food, then his milk. He had never had food this good or fresh. He finished it slowly, drinking every now and then. When he finished he got up to put his dishes in the sink. Unsure of what to do, he washed them. When that was done he walked over to sit by Roma’s feet. “Gracias por la comida.” He waited for him to finish his coffee, so he could get the clothes the other had mentioned.
“Prego. It’s only to be expected that I feed you.” Lovino’s fingers trailed over Toni’s ears. It’s a shame he would need to force Toni into a hat to hide them if they were to go into public. Though he’d have to make sure the other’s tail was out of sight too. Finishing his coffee, he set the empty mug on the counter. “Might as well get the day started then…” What a long day he knew it would be too. He wondered if his clothes would fit The feline. He was older and close enough to his height, it shouldn’t be too uncomfortable. “What sort of clothes do want to wear today?” He had everything from casual jeans and tees to suits and tuxes. It all depended on what sort of style Antonio requested.
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Lovino followed behind, much less enthusiastically, hitting the buttong on his coffee machine before going to his refrigerator. “Why are you on the ground? The chair is right next to you…” Doesn’t bother to look over his shoulder as he grabs the ingredients he needs. His body was on auto pilot as he began cooking, chopping tomatoes and throwing in spices as he went. Sometimes it paid to have been forced into cooking schools by his father, no matter how much he had complained about it.
He sat on the ground, watching Roma’s every move. “The ground is more comfortable…” He looked up at the fan. ‘I was calling that lretty last night..? That’s…odd.’ He jumped up to watch his master skillfully cut and dice the food. It was reaally a lovely thing to watch. He stood on the side of Romano, not too close as he didn’t want to get in the way, but close enough to see better. “You’re very good at cooking.”
Lovino was brought out of his stupor, nicking himself on accident as he turned his head. “A-Ah…I guess.” He set the knife down, examining the small cut and shrugging it off, resuming his business with one hand so as not to contaminate the food. “It’s something i was taught to do since I was a kid. Good outlet and all that shit.” Manages both the pan with the sausage and eggs with one hand at his side. “It’s really just a hobby now. Not even…it would be if I had time for it.”
Antonio nods as he listens, then notices the small wound. “¡Dios mio!” He gasped and ran for a paper towel. Soaking it in water, he grabbed Romano’s hand and gently dabbed it with the paper towel. He was completely concentrated on his task, afraid that it might get infected. He didn’t note that it was tiny, and that Roma didn’t make a big deal out of it.
Lovino looked at Antonio strangely, trying to pull his hand away. “What are you doing? I sort of need my hand to grab the plates, or the foods going to be overcooked.” The Italian looked from the cabinet back to the feline. “I’m fine, you don’t need to freak out over such a small cut. I’ve had much worse.” Compared to bullet wounds, a little nick in the kitchen was nearly laughable to worry over, not even worth a bandage. He hadn’t had someone to worry over him in the least since he lived with his brother all those years ago and he really wasn’t sure how to respond without hurting the other’s feelings.
Toni looked at him with wide eyes, and he kept the hand in his grip. “It needs to be cleaned out.” He said this stubbornly as he continued rinsing it out. He had seen too many die from infections because of small cuts. ‘Well…he doesn’t live out in an alley so he wouldn’t really die but..’ He shook off the thought and let go of Romano’s hand. Going quickly to the bathroom, he grabbed a band-aid and went to put it on him. When he was done he looked at Roma and smiled. “There. Now you can cook!” With that he took a seat on the floor again.
“What? Not going to kiss it better too?” Lovino muttered sarcastically an finished his pet’s meal. “Are you going to insist on eating on the floor too?” He looked down at Antonio, plate in hand. A part of his mind argued it was logical for a pet to sit on the ground, but at the same time, the sight was more than a little off putting to him. Shaking his head, he gave Toni the plate and a fork before grabbing the milk. He busied himself with getting the feline’s drink and fixing his own before he began cleaning the mess he made.
He glancd up at Roma with a confused look. “…Did you want me to kiss it…?” He wasn’t very familar with the expression, and didn’t know if he was joking or not. He took his food and shook his confused thoughts away. As he started to eat, he looked up at his master while he cleaned. When he took the first bite his eyes closed. “Mmmm~” He practically moaned at the flavor.
“Good…?” He questioned over his shoulder, placing the pans in the sink and swiping up his coffee. He took a sip of the hot liquid. Lovino pondered if corrupting the mind of Antonio with his cynical sense of humor was such a good idea. Then again naivity in the world he was being brought into could be deadly…or worse. “Soon as you’re done eating we need to find you some clothes.” He picked up the glass of milk and set it down next to Antonio.
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Lovino followed behind, much less enthusiastically, hitting the buttong on his coffee machine before going to his refrigerator. “Why are you on the ground? The chair is right next to you…” Doesn’t bother to look over his shoulder as he grabs the ingredients he needs. His body was on auto pilot as he began cooking, chopping tomatoes and throwing in spices as he went. Sometimes it paid to have been forced into cooking schools by his father, no matter how much he had complained about it.
He sat on the ground, watching Roma’s every move. “The ground is more comfortable…” He looked up at the fan. ‘I was calling that lretty last night..? That’s…odd.’ He jumped up to watch his master skillfully cut and dice the food. It was reaally a lovely thing to watch. He stood on the side of Romano, not too close as he didn’t want to get in the way, but close enough to see better. “You’re very good at cooking.”
Lovino was brought out of his stupor, nicking himself on accident as he turned his head. “A-Ah…I guess.” He set the knife down, examining the small cut and shrugging it off, resuming his business with one hand so as not to contaminate the food. “It’s something i was taught to do since I was a kid. Good outlet and all that shit.” Manages both the pan with the sausage and eggs with one hand at his side. “It’s really just a hobby now. Not even…it would be if I had time for it.”
Antonio nods as he listens, then notices the small wound. “¡Dios mio!” He gasped and ran for a paper towel. Soaking it in water, he grabbed Romano’s hand and gently dabbed it with the paper towel. He was completely concentrated on his task, afraid that it might get infected. He didn’t note that it was tiny, and that Roma didn’t make a big deal out of it.
Lovino looked at Antonio strangely, trying to pull his hand away. “What are you doing? I sort of need my hand to grab the plates, or the foods going to be overcooked.” The Italian looked from the cabinet back to the feline. “I’m fine, you don’t need to freak out over such a small cut. I’ve had much worse.” Compared to bullet wounds, a little nick in the kitchen was nearly laughable to worry over, not even worth a bandage. He hadn’t had someone to worry over him in the least since he lived with his brother all those years ago and he really wasn’t sure how to respond without hurting the other’s feelings.
Toni looked at him with wide eyes, and he kept the hand in his grip. “It needs to be cleaned out.” He said this stubbornly as he continued rinsing it out. He had seen too many die from infections because of small cuts. ‘Well…he doesn’t live out in an alley so he wouldn’t really die but..’ He shook off the thought and let go of Romano’s hand. Going quickly to the bathroom, he grabbed a band-aid and went to put it on him. When he was done he looked at Roma and smiled. “There. Now you can cook!” With that he took a seat on the floor again.
“What? Not going to kiss it better too?” Lovino muttered sarcastically an finished his pet’s meal. “Are you going to insist on eating on the floor too?” He looked down at Antonio, plate in hand. A part of his mind argued it was logical for a pet to sit on the ground, but at the same time, the sight was more than a little off putting to him. Shaking his head, he gave Toni the plate and a fork before grabbing the milk. He busied himself with getting the feline’s drink and fixing his own before he began cleaning the mess he made.
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Lovino followed behind, much less enthusiastically, hitting the buttong on his coffee machine before going to his refrigerator. “Why are you on the ground? The chair is right next to you…” Doesn’t bother to look over his shoulder as he grabs the ingredients he needs. His body was on auto pilot as he began cooking, chopping tomatoes and throwing in spices as he went. Sometimes it paid to have been forced into cooking schools by his father, no matter how much he had complained about it.
He sat on the ground, watching Roma’s every move. “The ground is more comfortable…” He looked up at the fan. ‘I was calling that lretty last night..? That’s…odd.’ He jumped up to watch his master skillfully cut and dice the food. It was reaally a lovely thing to watch. He stood on the side of Romano, not too close as he didn’t want to get in the way, but close enough to see better. “You’re very good at cooking.”
Lovino was brought out of his stupor, nicking himself on accident as he turned his head. “A-Ah…I guess.” He set the knife down, examining the small cut and shrugging it off, resuming his business with one hand so as not to contaminate the food. “It’s something i was taught to do since I was a kid. Good outlet and all that shit.” Manages both the pan with the sausage and eggs with one hand at his side. “It’s really just a hobby now. Not even…it would be if I had time for it.”
Antonio nods as he listens, then notices the small wound. “¡Dios mio!” He gasped and ran for a paper towel. Soaking it in water, he grabbed Romano’s hand and gently dabbed it with the paper towel. He was completely concentrated on his task, afraid that it might get infected. He didn’t note that it was tiny, and that Roma didn’t make a big deal out of it.
Lovino looked at Antonio strangely, trying to pull his hand away. “What are you doing? I sort of need my hand to grab the plates, or the foods going to be overcooked.” The Italian looked from the cabinet back to the feline. “I’m fine, you don’t need to freak out over such a small cut. I’ve had much worse.” Compared to bullet wounds, a little nick in the kitchen was nearly laughable to worry over, not even worth a bandage. He hadn’t had someone to worry over him in the least since he lived with his brother all those years ago and he really wasn’t sure how to respond without hurting the other’s feelings.
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Lovino followed behind, much less enthusiastically, hitting the buttong on his coffee machine before going to his refrigerator. “Why are you on the ground? The chair is right next to you…” Doesn’t bother to look over his shoulder as he grabs the ingredients he needs. His body was on auto pilot as he began cooking, chopping tomatoes and throwing in spices as he went. Sometimes it paid to have been forced into cooking schools by his father, no matter how much he had complained about it.
He sat on the ground, watching Roma’s every move. “The ground is more comfortable…” He looked up at the fan. ‘I was calling that lretty last night..? That’s…odd.’ He jumped up to watch his master skillfully cut and dice the food. It was reaally a lovely thing to watch. He stood on the side of Romano, not too close as he didn’t want to get in the way, but close enough to see better. “You’re very good at cooking.”
Lovino was brought out of his stupor, nicking himself on accident as he turned his head. “A-Ah…I guess.” He set the knife down, examining the small cut and shrugging it off, resuming his business with one hand so as not to contaminate the food. “It’s something i was taught to do since I was a kid. Good outlet and all that shit.” Manages both the pan with the sausage and eggs with one hand at his side. “It’s really just a hobby now. Not even…it would be if I had time for it.”
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“Si. We can eat and then I need to get ready for work.” He sighed, dropping his hand back to his side. Though it was a bit strange to be called master, he’d take it over his alias any day. At least it would fit better if anyone were to question things at the office. “What do you want to eat?” He looked at Toni for some sort of direction. Lovino rarely ate breakfast, too accustomed to rushing out the door in the morning with only a cup of strong coffee .
Antonio had never had a choice in what he ate. He stood there a confused expression on his face, forehead scrunched up as he tried to think of a reply to this seemingly easy question. “…..Food….?” He looked at Roma and hoped he wasn’t angry at his very vague answer. “I….I’ve never been asked…And I don’t really know what to say….” He felt stupid, but he was only being truthful.
Lovino frowned a little, trying to think what normal breakfast like foods he had on hand. “How about…eggs and sausage then? That’s breakfast food, right??” He seemed just as lost. Thinking and concentrating this early in the morning was not his strong suit. “You’ll eat that?” He looked at Antonio, not sure if the other really had any allergies or preferences in general. “Because I’m not eating. I just want my damn coffee.” For a moment he considered offering some of the caffeinated beverage to the feline, but he thought better of it. “I have milk too, or juice.”
Smiling after a second he nodded his head. “Sí, that sounds good!~” He walked to the door, looking at the floor, almost entranced by its pattern. He skipped to the kitchen and, after glancing at the chairs, decided to make himself comfortable on the floor. He waited patiently for his master to get his breakfast.
Lovino followed behind, much less enthusiastically, hitting the buttong on his coffee machine before going to his refrigerator. “Why are you on the ground? The chair is right next to you…” Doesn’t bother to look over his shoulder as he grabs the ingredients he needs. His body was on auto pilot as he began cooking, chopping tomatoes and throwing in spices as he went. Sometimes it paid to have been forced into cooking schools by his father, no matter how much he had complained about it.
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“Si. We can eat and then I need to get ready for work.” He sighed, dropping his hand back to his side. Though it was a bit strange to be called master, he’d take it over his alias any day. At least it would fit better if anyone were to question things at the office. “What do you want to eat?” He looked at Toni for some sort of direction. Lovino rarely ate breakfast, too accustomed to rushing out the door in the morning with only a cup of strong coffee .
Antonio had never had a choice in what he ate. He stood there a confused expression on his face, forehead scrunched up as he tried to think of a reply to this seemingly easy question. “…..Food….?” He looked at Roma and hoped he wasn’t angry at his very vague answer. “I….I’ve never been asked…And I don’t really know what to say….” He felt stupid, but he was only being truthful.
Lovino frowned a little, trying to think what normal breakfast like foods he had on hand. “How about…eggs and sausage then? That’s breakfast food, right??” He seemed just as lost. Thinking and concentrating this early in the morning was not his strong suit. “You’ll eat that?” He looked at Antonio, not sure if the other really had any allergies or preferences in general. “Because I’m not eating. I just want my damn coffee.” For a moment he considered offering some of the caffeinated beverage to the feline, but he thought better of it. “I have milk too, or juice.”
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“It’s called a hangover.” He reached over at gently pat Antonio’s head. “Once you get some coffee and painkillers you’ll be just fine.” Lovino slowly got to his feet, stretching before cracking his neck. “You don’t remember anything because you were drunk. Hence why you get no more alcohol. You acted very…strangely.” A faint tint of pink stained his cheek as he recalled the affectionate mannerisms that had put him so off kilter.
“A…hangover..” He tested the odd word on his tongue as he watched Romano stretch out. He got up too, slower than Roma as to not aggravate his pounding head. ‘So many things that I am ignorant to…’ He shook his head, regretting it instantly as another stab of pain nearly made him fall over. He glanced over to the other. “Can we get those painkillers now? And how strange was I acting?” He yawned and his ears moved around, while his tail stretched itself.
“You were staring at the fan, jumping on the bed and proceeded to call me cute and cling to me for most of the night.” Lovino rolled his eyes. At least Antonio was a happy drunk. He wasn’t sure if he could have handled a sobbing or volatile cat so late at night. ” He walked into his bathroom, digging in his drawer and pulling out a small bottle of pills before returning. “You’ll probably need food with these.” He commented, acting as though nothing was out of the ordinary.
Antonio blushed, his eyes widening. “¿Q-qué? I d-did what?” He looked at Roma in embarrassment and shock. Taking the pills he looked at the ground, ears going down in his shame. “L-lo siento señor. I-I didn’t mean t-to be all weird and c-creepy like that…” He fidgeted slightly, tail curling nervously around his leg. ‘What the hell? I called him…c-cute. A-and clung to him!’ His face darkened even more. He barely knew his master, yet he had basically been all over him. He felt so ashamed.
“I’ve dealt with worse.” There was no need to point out this ‘worse’ had always been committed by woman. He could already see the other was embarrassed beyond all belief. “Let’s chalk it up to the wine and forget about it. No need to freak out over something so miniscule this early in the morning.” He paused before extending his hand and petting the top of Toni’s head. Though before it would have seemed too strange to do such a thing, he had just spent the night curled up next to the other. It really couldn’t do too much harm to at least try and be friendly.
He looked up at him, he leaned into his hand. Wiping away the leftover tears, he sniffled once then smiled a bit. “O-okay….maestro.” He didn’t know why he’d called him master, but he thought it sounded better than Señor Romano. He let his ears move around, listening to the sounds of the big house. His stomach growled and he looked at it, blushing a kittle. “Heh, tengo hambre…Can we eat…?” He looked at him, eyes big.
“Si. We can eat and then I need to get ready for work.” He sighed, dropping his hand back to his side. Though it was a bit strange to be called master, he’d take it over his alias any day. At least it would fit better if anyone were to question things at the office. “What do you want to eat?” He looked at Toni for some sort of direction. Lovino rarely ate breakfast, too accustomed to rushing out the door in the morning with only a cup of strong coffee .
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“It’s called a hangover.” He reached over at gently pat Antonio’s head. “Once you get some coffee and painkillers you’ll be just fine.” Lovino slowly got to his feet, stretching before cracking his neck. “You don’t remember anything because you were drunk. Hence why you get no more alcohol. You acted very…strangely.” A faint tint of pink stained his cheek as he recalled the affectionate mannerisms that had put him so off kilter.
“A…hangover..” He tested the odd word on his tongue as he watched Romano stretch out. He got up too, slower than Roma as to not aggravate his pounding head. ‘So many things that I am ignorant to…’ He shook his head, regretting it instantly as another stab of pain nearly made him fall over. He glanced over to the other. “Can we get those painkillers now? And how strange was I acting?” He yawned and his ears moved around, while his tail stretched itself.
“You were staring at the fan, jumping on the bed and proceeded to call me cute and cling to me for most of the night.” Lovino rolled his eyes. At least Antonio was a happy drunk. He wasn’t sure if he could have handled a sobbing or volatile cat so late at night. ” He walked into his bathroom, digging in his drawer and pulling out a small bottle of pills before returning. “You’ll probably need food with these.” He commented, acting as though nothing was out of the ordinary.
Antonio blushed, his eyes widening. “¿Q-qué? I d-did what?” He looked at Roma in embarrassment and shock. Taking the pills he looked at the ground, ears going down in his shame. “L-lo siento señor. I-I didn’t mean t-to be all weird and c-creepy like that…” He fidgeted slightly, tail curling nervously around his leg. ‘What the hell? I called him…c-cute. A-and clung to him!’ His face darkened even more. He barely knew his master, yet he had basically been all over him. He felt so ashamed.
“I’ve dealt with worse.” There was no need to point out this ‘worse’ had always been committed by woman. He could already see the other was embarrassed beyond all belief. “Let’s chalk it up to the wine and forget about it. No need to freak out over something so miniscule this early in the morning.” He paused before extending his hand and petting the top of Toni’s head. Though before it would have seemed too strange to do such a thing, he had just spent the night curled up next to the other. It really couldn’t do too much harm to at least try and be friendly.
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“It’s called a hangover.” He reached over at gently pat Antonio’s head. “Once you get some coffee and painkillers you’ll be just fine.” Lovino slowly got to his feet, stretching before cracking his neck. “You don’t remember anything because you were drunk. Hence why you get no more alcohol. You acted very…strangely.” A faint tint of pink stained his cheek as he recalled the affectionate mannerisms that had put him so off kilter.
“A…hangover..” He tested the odd word on his tongue as he watched Romano stretch out. He got up too, slower than Roma as to not aggravate his pounding head. ‘So many things that I am ignorant to…’ He shook his head, regretting it instantly as another stab of pain nearly made him fall over. He glanced over to the other. “Can we get those painkillers now? And how strange was I acting?” He yawned and his ears moved around, while his tail stretched itself.
“You were staring at the fan, jumping on the bed and proceeded to call me cute and cling to me for most of the night.” Lovino rolled his eyes. At least Antonio was a happy drunk. He wasn’t sure if he could have handled a sobbing or volatile cat so late at night. ” He walked into his bathroom, digging in his drawer and pulling out a small bottle of pills before returning. “You’ll probably need food with these.” He commented, acting as though nothing was out of the ordinary.
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“I-It did not!” He protested, sucking in a sharp breath as the slightly rough tongue slid over his red cheek. “I am not fucking cute.” He hissed, looking around for some way to distract Antonio. “You need to lay down and sleep. You have no clue what you’re doing or saying.” Shaky hands raised to the other’s shoulders to push him back towards the bed.
As he falls back onto the bed he grabs his arm, pulling Roma with him. When they were on it, he cuddled into his side. Purring louder he basically sprawled over him, feeling sleepy. “Mmm…” He let himself get even closer and then the alcohol finally made him fall into the oblivion of sleep, his body still wrapped around Romano. He smiled as he slept, nuzzling Roma.
Before he knew it, Lovino had been pulled onto the bed and practically smothered by the other. Making a displeased noise int eh back of his throat, he tried several times to detangle the feline from him, with little success. Eventually he gave in, relaxing as much as he could with such an awkward proximity and succumbing to a light sleep.
When Antonio awoke he was disoriented. He opened his eyes, them immediately closed them as pain shot though his head. He rolled over to his side, gripping his head, and whimpering slightly. He noticed he couldn’t move much due to arms wrapped around him. Turning back, he let one eye open a little and all he saw was Romano’s face less than an inch from his. His face turned red as he tried to back away a little, the arms not letting.
Sometime throughout the night, Lovino’s arms had found their way around Antonio. His body instinctively trying to keep the source of heat close. If his mind vaguely picked up any signs of noise or movement, his body was too tired to allow any action other than pulling himself closer to the warm body next to him in an attempt to stay in the comforting darkness of sleep for just a bit longer.
His blush darkened, and he winced at the throb of his hangover. He laid there, unsure of what to do and more than a little confused at why they were in the same bed. ‘Wh-what the hell did I do last night? What kind of drink was that?!’ Thinking, however, hurt his head too much. So he just let it be and relaxed into the comforting embrace.
Not long after, Lovino’s alarm began to ring and with a groan, he released Antonio and blindly reached out to turn it off. “Dammit…” He sighed and sat up. looking groggily around the room and trying to get his bearings, he noticed Antonio watching him. “What are…oh…” He shook his head, recalling the events from yesterday. “You’re not allowed to have alcohol anymore.” He grumbled grouchily.
Antonio kept looking at him, more than a little confused. “….What was that stuff? Why…does my head hurt so much?” He held his head tight, closing his eyes in an attempt to lessen the pain. “And, why don’t I remember anything?” He was a little scared now, not liking the fact that he had no memory of the night before after the wine. He shook in fear, tears finding their way to his eyes. He wiped at them embarrassedly.
“It’s called a hangover.” He reached over at gently pat Antonio’s head. “Once you get some coffee and painkillers you’ll be just fine.” Lovino slowly got to his feet, stretching before cracking his neck. “You don’t remember anything because you were drunk. Hence why you get no more alcohol. You acted very…strangely.” A faint tint of pink stained his cheek as he recalled the affectionate mannerisms that had put him so off kilter.
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“I-It did not!” He protested, sucking in a sharp breath as the slightly rough tongue slid over his red cheek. “I am not fucking cute.” He hissed, looking around for some way to distract Antonio. “You need to lay down and sleep. You have no clue what you’re doing or saying.” Shaky hands raised to the other’s shoulders to push him back towards the bed.
As he falls back onto the bed he grabs his arm, pulling Roma with him. When they were on it, he cuddled into his side. Purring louder he basically sprawled over him, feeling sleepy. “Mmm…” He let himself get even closer and then the alcohol finally made him fall into the oblivion of sleep, his body still wrapped around Romano. He smiled as he slept, nuzzling Roma.
Before he knew it, Lovino had been pulled onto the bed and practically smothered by the other. Making a displeased noise int eh back of his throat, he tried several times to detangle the feline from him, with little success. Eventually he gave in, relaxing as much as he could with such an awkward proximity and succumbing to a light sleep.
When Antonio awoke he was disoriented. He opened his eyes, them immediately closed them as pain shot though his head. He rolled over to his side, gripping his head, and whimpering slightly. He noticed he couldn’t move much due to arms wrapped around him. Turning back, he let one eye open a little and all he saw was Romano’s face less than an inch from his. His face turned red as he tried to back away a little, the arms not letting.
Sometime throughout the night, Lovino’s arms had found their way around Antonio. His body instinctively trying to keep the source of heat close. If his mind vaguely picked up any signs of noise or movement, his body was too tired to allow any action other than pulling himself closer to the warm body next to him in an attempt to stay in the comforting darkness of sleep for just a bit longer.
His blush darkened, and he winced at the throb of his hangover. He laid there, unsure of what to do and more than a little confused at why they were in the same bed. ‘Wh-what the hell did I do last night? What kind of drink was that?!’ Thinking, however, hurt his head too much. So he just let it be and relaxed into the comforting embrace.
Not long after, Lovino’s alarm began to ring and with a groan, he released Antonio and blindly reached out to turn it off. “Dammit…” He sighed and sat up. looking groggily around the room and trying to get his bearings, he noticed Antonio watching him. “What are…oh…” He shook his head, recalling the events from yesterday. “You’re not allowed to have alcohol anymore.” He grumbled grouchily.
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“I-It did not!” He protested, sucking in a sharp breath as the slightly rough tongue slid over his red cheek. “I am not fucking cute.” He hissed, looking around for some way to distract Antonio. “You need to lay down and sleep. You have no clue what you’re doing or saying.” Shaky hands raised to the other’s shoulders to push him back towards the bed.
As he falls back onto the bed he grabs his arm, pulling Roma with him. When they were on it, he cuddled into his side. Purring louder he basically sprawled over him, feeling sleepy. “Mmm…” He let himself get even closer and then the alcohol finally made him fall into the oblivion of sleep, his body still wrapped around Romano. He smiled as he slept, nuzzling Roma.
Before he knew it, Lovino had been pulled onto the bed and practically smothered by the other. Making a displeased noise int eh back of his throat, he tried several times to detangle the feline from him, with little success. Eventually he gave in, relaxing as much as he could with such an awkward proximity and succumbing to a light sleep.
When Antonio awoke he was disoriented. He opened his eyes, them immediately closed them as pain shot though his head. He rolled over to his side, gripping his head, and whimpering slightly. He noticed he couldn’t move much due to arms wrapped around him. Turning back, he let one eye open a little and all he saw was Romano’s face less than an inch from his. His face turned red as he tried to back away a little, the arms not letting.
Sometime throughout the night, Lovino’s arms had found their way around Antonio. His body instinctively trying to keep the source of heat close. If his mind vaguely picked up any signs of noise or movement, his body was too tired to allow any action other than pulling himself closer to the warm body next to him in an attempt to stay in the comforting darkness of sleep for just a bit longer.
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“I-It did not!” He protested, sucking in a sharp breath as the slightly rough tongue slid over his red cheek. “I am not fucking cute.” He hissed, looking around for some way to distract Antonio. “You need to lay down and sleep. You have no clue what you’re doing or saying.” Shaky hands raised to the other’s shoulders to push him back towards the bed.
As he falls back onto the bed he grabs his arm, pulling Roma with him. When they were on it, he cuddled into his side. Purring louder he basically sprawled over him, feeling sleepy. “Mmm…” He let himself get even closer and then the alcohol finally made him fall into the oblivion of sleep, his body still wrapped around Romano. He smiled as he slept, nuzzling Roma.
Before he knew it, Lovino had been pulled onto the bed and practically smothered by the other. Making a displeased noise int eh back of his throat, he tried several times to detangle the feline from him, with little success. Eventually he gave in, relaxing as much as he could with such an awkward proximity and succumbing to a light sleep.
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Lovino had just finished undressing when the thud reached his ears. “Oh Dio…” He muttered, splashing some water on his face and straightening his undershirt before he ventured out to find Antonio on the floor. “What are you doing?” He walked closer, trying to pull the other to his feet. “Did you fall? Are you hurt?” He looked at Antonio seriously, trying to search the feline’s eyes for some sense of coherency. It was like having to babysit a 4 year old, except that four year old was a drunk cat man….Maybe he needed to work on his analogies.
Antonio looked at him as he stood up and leaned against Roma’s chest. “No, I dint fall….Was jumpin on yer bed~” He laid his head on his shoulder, humming and purring. He wrapped his arms around Romano’s waist and hugged him. “Grashias for not shelling me to mean peoples sheñor.” He looked up at him, his eyes tearing slightly. He didn’t realize that he was probably invading the other’s personal space with his clinging.
“Don’t jump on the bed. It’s dangerous.” He felt like he was scolding a child, or his brother. He wasn’t quite sure how to react when Antonio’s arms found their way around him. Lovino did his best not to tense, but he had never grown used to having anyone who wasn’t a woman so close to him. “You’re welcome. Don’t mention it.” The murmur was soft and virtually breathless. He felt like he couldn’t breath, like he shouldn’t. He tried to take a step back, to pull away from Toni, but he didn’t know how well the other could even stand on his own.
Toni looked up at him. “Lo shiento…But da bed….needed to be jumped on..” He cuddled closer, still purring, his tail wrapping around Romano’s leg. He rubbed his face against his shoulder, then stood on his tip-toes and licked his cheek affectionately. Then he rubbed their cheeks together. “My noo mashter is cuute~”
“I-It did not!” He protested, sucking in a sharp breath as the slightly rough tongue slid over his red cheek. “I am not fucking cute.” He hissed, looking around for some way to distract Antonio. “You need to lay down and sleep. You have no clue what you’re doing or saying.” Shaky hands raised to the other’s shoulders to push him back towards the bed.
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Lovino had just finished undressing when the thud reached his ears. “Oh Dio…” He muttered, splashing some water on his face and straightening his undershirt before he ventured out to find Antonio on the floor. “What are you doing?” He walked closer, trying to pull the other to his feet. “Did you fall? Are you hurt?” He looked at Antonio seriously, trying to search the feline’s eyes for some sense of coherency. It was like having to babysit a 4 year old, except that four year old was a drunk cat man….Maybe he needed to work on his analogies.
Antonio looked at him as he stood up and leaned against Roma’s chest. “No, I dint fall….Was jumpin on yer bed~” He laid his head on his shoulder, humming and purring. He wrapped his arms around Romano’s waist and hugged him. “Grashias for not shelling me to mean peoples sheñor.” He looked up at him, his eyes tearing slightly. He didn’t realize that he was probably invading the other’s personal space with his clinging.
“Don’t jump on the bed. It’s dangerous.” He felt like he was scolding a child, or his brother. He wasn’t quite sure how to react when Antonio’s arms found their way around him. Lovino did his best not to tense, but he had never grown used to having anyone who wasn’t a woman so close to him. “You’re welcome. Don’t mention it.” The murmur was soft and virtually breathless. He felt like he couldn’t breath, like he shouldn’t. He tried to take a step back, to pull away from Toni, but he didn’t know how well the other could even stand on his own.
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“Er…The fan?” He looked up and then back to Antonio. “Not…really.” He frowned a little. There was no way he could leave the other alone now. He figured it may be best to take him upstairs to sleep off his drunken haze. “Come on. We’re going to go get ready for bed.” He spoke slowly, as though explaining it to a child. He slid his arms under Antonio and lifted him into his arms, surprised by how light he was. ‘Someone his age should be much heavier than this..’ He made a note to call a nutritionist in the morning and began to carry his pet out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
He giggled when his picked. He had never felt so…light and happy in his whole life. He threw his arms around Romano’s neck, nuzzling up to him. “Mmm, you shmell nicer sheñor…..” He smiled contently into Roma’s neck. He felt fearless, like he could do anything. “You’re prettii like da fan….” He mumbled dazedly, not really knowing that he was saying anything, happy for the warmth of being held.
Lovino felt a rush of heat rise to his cheeks, both from the contact and the slurred compliment. “And you’re wasted, like a lightweight…” He grumbled, climbing the stares and somehow maneuvering his bedroom door open. Quickly setting Antonio on the blankets, he straightened and took a deep breath. For some strange reason, he felt a bit flustered. He couldn’t fathom why. He’d been complimented hundreds of times over by gorgeous women. None of them ever made him feel…embarrassed before.
Antonio rolled around on the bed, liking how it felt to not lay on an alley floor for once. He giggled and drew the blankets around himself, turning on his stomach. He looked up at Romano, his face flushed from the drink, his hair messy from rolling. “Dis bed ish verry comfy….” He smiled at him and purred while his tail lazily moved around. He had no clue that he was acting so oddly, and he didn’t care. He felt good for once.
Lovino couldn’t help reaching out and trying to straighten out Antonio’s mess of curls. “I know it is. This is where you’re going to sleep for tonight.” His fingers brushed against Toni’s ears before he retracted his hand. “Try not to fall off the bed. I’m going to go change.” He let out a quiet sigh and turned for his bathroom. He would have to be sure to wear an undershirt with his boxers to bed. Wearing anything less, even on a warmer night, would be awkward while he shared his bed with another male.
Antonio purred more and laid down on his back, watching Romano leave for the bathroom. Then he had an urge to test just how bouncy the bed was. Glancing at the doorway to make sure Roma wasn’t coming, he got up and jumped on the bed once. A large happy smile made its way onto his face as he jumped again, then lost his balance and fell off the bed. He giggled and made motions like he was making a snow angel on the floor. He rolled around a little then sat up shakily and started pawing at the covers of the bed that had fallen a little. He was still giggling happily.
Lovino had just finished undressing when the thud reached his ears. “Oh Dio…” He muttered, splashing some water on his face and straightening his undershirt before he ventured out to find Antonio on the floor. “What are you doing?” He walked closer, trying to pull the other to his feet. “Did you fall? Are you hurt?” He looked at Antonio seriously, trying to search the feline’s eyes for some sense of coherency. It was like having to babysit a 4 year old, except that four year old was a drunk cat man….Maybe he needed to work on his analogies.
Hetalia Headcanon- First Kiss
America, England
Spain, Romano
Germany, Italy
France, Spain
Prussia, Austria
England, France
France, Canada
Greece, Japan
Sweden, Finland
Lithuania, Poland
Russia, China
Bad touch trio (France, Prussia, Spain)
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“Er…The fan?” He looked up and then back to Antonio. “Not…really.” He frowned a little. There was no way he could leave the other alone now. He figured it may be best to take him upstairs to sleep off his drunken haze. “Come on. We’re going to go get ready for bed.” He spoke slowly, as though explaining it to a child. He slid his arms under Antonio and lifted him into his arms, surprised by how light he was. ‘Someone his age should be much heavier than this..’ He made a note to call a nutritionist in the morning and began to carry his pet out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
He giggled when his picked. He had never felt so…light and happy in his whole life. He threw his arms around Romano’s neck, nuzzling up to him. “Mmm, you shmell nicer sheñor…..” He smiled contently into Roma’s neck. He felt fearless, like he could do anything. “You’re prettii like da fan….” He mumbled dazedly, not really knowing that he was saying anything, happy for the warmth of being held.
Lovino felt a rush of heat rise to his cheeks, both from the contact and the slurred compliment. “And you’re wasted, like a lightweight…” He grumbled, climbing the stares and somehow maneuvering his bedroom door open. Quickly setting Antonio on the blankets, he straightened and took a deep breath. For some strange reason, he felt a bit flustered. He couldn’t fathom why. He’d been complimented hundreds of times over by gorgeous women. None of them ever made him feel…embarrassed before.
Antonio rolled around on the bed, liking how it felt to not lay on an alley floor for once. He giggled and drew the blankets around himself, turning on his stomach. He looked up at Romano, his face flushed from the drink, his hair messy from rolling. “Dis bed ish verry comfy….” He smiled at him and purred while his tail lazily moved around. He had no clue that he was acting so oddly, and he didn’t care. He felt good for once.
Lovino couldn’t help reaching out and trying to straighten out Antonio’s mess of curls. “I know it is. This is where you’re going to sleep for tonight.” His fingers brushed against Toni’s ears before he retracted his hand. “Try not to fall off the bed. I’m going to go change.” He let out a quiet sigh and turned for his bathroom. He would have to be sure to wear an undershirt with his boxers to bed. Wearing anything less, even on a warmer night, would be awkward while he shared his bed with another male.