Him and Him

08 - My Heart, dammit!!!

08

My Heart, dammit!!!

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Nothing could ever be more beautiful than a sun setting in the sky. The perfect color that illuminates the path along the sea side and the perfect angle of the sun slowly bidding it's goodbye to the Earth can never be any more perfect than anything. By the sea side there sat two figures; an Italian, who is shorter and a Spaniard who is relatively taller and has a better built.

The sun ray of the setting sun touched the Italian's face, making the pinkish color of his cheeks more vivid to the person beside him, watching him intently with a smile that could melt anybody's heart. Especially that Italian's heart.

"You look like a tomate~ Muy lindo~" the tan man started, eyes still glued to the youthful face of the other.

"F-Fuck you."

That ruined the perfect moment.

Anyway, why were the two there in the first place? Are they lovers? Not quite, but almost there. Silence enveloped the two, as if there were no people at that place at that very time except for them. As if time isn't moving at all to let them stay there together. Forever. The Spaniard continued to study the Italian's features, smiling. The latter saw him by the corner of his eye and coughed awkwardly to begin the conversation, blushing.

"So... I invited you here because I have something to say."

"About tomatoes?"

"No. Shut the fuck up."

(And this scene has been written in italic to have a better dramatic impact on it, goddammit)

A chuckle made it's way out of those perfectly thin and juicy lips. "Lo siento, I was just kidding. So, what is it you wanted to tell me?"

"...Are you homophobic?"

"...Perdón?"

"Just answer my question, dammit!"

"I can't actually... Hmm... No."

"O-Okay... Umm... So, it's okay for you if you find out that a guy is in love with you?"

"Depends."

That crushed the little Italian a little. Depends? So what if he doesn't like confessions from his friends, sitting right beside him right now, asking the question? The stubborn curl floating about the right side of his head fell down a little, as if understanding what his master is feeling right now.

"But. If it's you then I'm glad."

'Wait, what? Did he just--', the Italian thought. The curl perked up and regained it's usual, happy composure, if 'happy' is the right word to describe it.

The Spaniard, that overly attractive Spaniard with a sexy rear, scooted closer to the now flustered Italian, facing him to get a perfect view of his face. Oh how he loved the adorable Italian's 'tomato face'.

And then...

There it was.

The kiss. That warm and loving kiss that Lovino Vargas has been longing for from Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. Lovino wasn't sure about what was going on, or how it happened. Was it just an accident or--

Antonio broke the kiss.

"Te amo, mi querido."

'Ah, shit. That moment when he speaks in fucking Spanish, dammit--'