My name - try using it!
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lontano_lontanoTitle: My name - try using it!
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Antonio, Lovino // Spamano
Words: 461 (fdp)
Rating: PG 13
Summary: “Actually, I think I'm lucky, you know? You must be making such an effort to make up all these names for me. Gracias!”
“...I'm not making those up, fuck, why would I...”
“Aaaah, Lovi! It would be easier for you if you stuck to my real name only."
Warnings: Lovino's mouth. Also, written in a super hurry.
Notes: takes part in The Clash of the Writing Titans @![[info]](../../img/community.gif?v=90.1)
maridichallenge, 7° week, team: Magic Sticks, prompt: "name/names"
Mint – this is what Lovino's breath smelled like, as he yelled against Antonio with all the air his lungs allowed him. Both of them were laying on the bed, half undressed – they were in the middle of that kind of something, when Lovino's anger had (understandably) ruined the mood.
It was the mint-scented toothpaste he used, and it suited Lovino well, Antonio thought, while a waterfall of “idiot, asshole, moron, stronzo” fell on his head and past it, because the man was paying no attention to what the other was blabbering.
Antonio didn't even remember what had caused Lovi to be so angry in the first place, actually – it could be anything, really, since the Italian was easily annoyed. Antonio started digging through his memory in search of what could have caused all the anger (although it could have been easier for him if he decided to simply listen to the other man, but that would have been too energy-consuming), until he found himself suddenly drowning in his own pillow.
Or rather, Lovino was forcing it on his face – and with too much strength for one who simply wanted to joke.
“Are you even listening to me, cretino?! I bet you didn't hear a single word! Coglione!”
It took a few moments to Lovino to understand that he was never going to get an answer from Antonio, if he didn't stop pressing that pillow on his mouth, and so he stopped.
“So?” he glared at the gasping man below him. “Are you deaf or what?!”
Antonio smiled. “I don't really mind you calling me names.” he said.
Lovino made a disgusted face. “Gross!”
“But Lovi!” Antonio reached out one hand to grab the younger brunette's wrist. “Whatever I say, you'll get even angrier, there's no point in arguing with you! So I just... yeah. Listen.”
“Goddammit, why must you be so-”
“See? You're going to insult me anyway, but I don't mind.” he shrugged, as he dragged Lovino closer.
“Bastard!” the other hissed, but didn't pull away.
“Actually, I think I'm lucky, you know? You must be making such an effort to make up all these names for me. Gracias!”
“...I'm not making those up, fuck, why would I...”
“Aaaah, Lovi! It would be easier for you if you stuck to my real name only.” Antonio suggested, smiling.
“...”
“A...?”
“...Asshole bastard idiot coglione cretino deficiente imbecille mentecatto di un... uh.. di un Antonio.”
The other smiled as the other switched to Italian and ended up saying in his name, eventually.
“You see? It's not that hard!” he smiled brightly and hugged Lovi to his chest.
“...whatever.” mumbled the grumpy one, letting Antonio nuzzle in his hair.
It wasn't long until the Spaniard found Lovino's curl and started playing with it between his lips. Suddenly, the initial mood returned, and Lovino forgot about his anger.
For a while, at least.
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Antonio, Lovino // Spamano
Words: 461 (fdp)
Rating: PG 13
Summary: “Actually, I think I'm lucky, you know? You must be making such an effort to make up all these names for me. Gracias!”
“...I'm not making those up, fuck, why would I...”
“Aaaah, Lovi! It would be easier for you if you stuck to my real name only."
Warnings: Lovino's mouth. Also, written in a super hurry.
Notes: takes part in The Clash of the Writing Titans @
maridichallenge, 7° week, team: Magic Sticks, prompt: "name/names"Mint – this is what Lovino's breath smelled like, as he yelled against Antonio with all the air his lungs allowed him. Both of them were laying on the bed, half undressed – they were in the middle of that kind of something, when Lovino's anger had (understandably) ruined the mood.
It was the mint-scented toothpaste he used, and it suited Lovino well, Antonio thought, while a waterfall of “idiot, asshole, moron, stronzo” fell on his head and past it, because the man was paying no attention to what the other was blabbering.
Antonio didn't even remember what had caused Lovi to be so angry in the first place, actually – it could be anything, really, since the Italian was easily annoyed. Antonio started digging through his memory in search of what could have caused all the anger (although it could have been easier for him if he decided to simply listen to the other man, but that would have been too energy-consuming), until he found himself suddenly drowning in his own pillow.
Or rather, Lovino was forcing it on his face – and with too much strength for one who simply wanted to joke.
“Are you even listening to me, cretino?! I bet you didn't hear a single word! Coglione!”
It took a few moments to Lovino to understand that he was never going to get an answer from Antonio, if he didn't stop pressing that pillow on his mouth, and so he stopped.
“So?” he glared at the gasping man below him. “Are you deaf or what?!”
Antonio smiled. “I don't really mind you calling me names.” he said.
Lovino made a disgusted face. “Gross!”
“But Lovi!” Antonio reached out one hand to grab the younger brunette's wrist. “Whatever I say, you'll get even angrier, there's no point in arguing with you! So I just... yeah. Listen.”
“Goddammit, why must you be so-”
“See? You're going to insult me anyway, but I don't mind.” he shrugged, as he dragged Lovino closer.
“Bastard!” the other hissed, but didn't pull away.
“Actually, I think I'm lucky, you know? You must be making such an effort to make up all these names for me. Gracias!”
“...I'm not making those up, fuck, why would I...”
“Aaaah, Lovi! It would be easier for you if you stuck to my real name only.” Antonio suggested, smiling.
“...”
“A...?”
“...Asshole bastard idiot coglione cretino deficiente imbecille mentecatto di un... uh.. di un Antonio.”
The other smiled as the other switched to Italian and ended up saying in his name, eventually.
“You see? It's not that hard!” he smiled brightly and hugged Lovi to his chest.
“...whatever.” mumbled the grumpy one, letting Antonio nuzzle in his hair.
It wasn't long until the Spaniard found Lovino's curl and started playing with it between his lips. Suddenly, the initial mood returned, and Lovino forgot about his anger.
For a while, at least.
