Blushing Games

“Hurry up, you Damn tomato bastard! I'm hungry.” The brunette yelled across the room. Currently Lovano Vargas, or South Italy, was lying across Antonio's couch, feet up, doing nothing.

Antonio just sighed, he was used to the Italian's demands by now. Lovano had been living off the overly kind Spaniard for who knows how long now, not that Antonio really minded. Despite his outward anger and somewhat, colourful, language the boy was strangely endearing.

After a few seconds of silence he finally answered, his tone not showing any annoyance or anger in the slightest. “Look, yelling at me won't make tacos cook any faster.” Lovano just rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, something about annoying Spanish who cook way to slowly.

He was to wrapped up in his irritation to notice Antonio appear in the doorway to the lounge. Only to be startled by the taller brunette's comment. “You're so cute when you're angry Lovi.” He said, his usual smile still on his face.

Lovano scowled at the grinning boy, “What the hell!” The Italian exclaimed. I told you not to call me that Antonio!” He whined, though he couldn't help the faint pink now dusting his cheeks. The Spaniard responded, “Aaaand, you're so much cuter when you blush.” He added. Lovano flushed a deeper shade of red at that, if possible Antonio's grin widened.

 “B-Bastard” He stammered out.

Having pulled himself to a sitting position at the start of the 'conversation' Lovanio stood and walked past Antonio, “Call me when food's ready.” He muttered on his way past, still flushed from the Spaniard's comments.

“Wait, oh fine.” Antonio responded, since Lovano was gone.

Up in his room Lovano sat curled up on his bed, muttering to himself. “The nerve of that bastard! I'll get my revenge though” Grinning to himself the Italian figured that his plan couldn’t fail. It wouldn't, not like his moustache plan with Germany, or all those other failed attempts. This time he'd succeed.

After a while he heard Antonio's call for food, still grinning he made his way towards the kitchen, all the way trying to regain his normal scowl, apparently he managed, maybe a little to well though, since Antonio tried to ask what was wrong. Then again, he was always like that.

They ate mostly in silence, this was somewhat odd, since Antonio would normally try to make some conversation, but it was almost always one-sided.

After a while Lovano decided to put his plan into action. If he were right, which he was sure he was, this would turn out wonderfully.

“Hey, Bastard.” He said, yanking Antonio forwards by the collar of his shirt. They were so close now that their noses almost touched. He could practically feel the heat radiating from the Spaniard's cheeks. Lovano drew him in a bit closer, payback time, He thought to himself.

Then with one swift movement he flicked something off Antonio's face and drew back. He smirked at Antonio's blushing face. “You had some sauce on your cheek.” Lovano falsified. Antonio’s normally happy face donned a scowl, but only for a second. “Oh, well now that you mention it, you have something on your lips.

Shit. Was all the Italian had time to think. Then His eyes widened as Antonio's lips met his in a gentle kiss. Then the Spaniard pulled away, a smirk replacing his normal smile. “You look like a tomato Lovi~” He sung gleefully. “I think I win this round. Don't you?” He said, grinning again. “Idiot. You took me by surprise.” Lovano muttered. Then he grinned, pulling the Antonio's head down for another, more intense kiss.

“But don't you know? Italians always. Always, win when it comes to games of love?~”