31 Day OTP Challenge - SpaMano

Chapter 10: Cosplaying

A/N//: When I first started this chapter, I thought it would be easy. Then I watched a panel. Dear Lord, what did I get myself into? More notes at the end.

Chapter 10: Cosplaying

October 10, 2015

He didn't know why the hell he was doing this. He didn't understand how that bastard had convinced him to go to the fucking convention. He had agreed on a fucking whim to relive his childhood, but now that the day had come around, now that he was walking throughout public dressed up, he wanted to kill himself. He didn't want to be dressed up in a costume. He didn't want any of this bullshit.

He and Antonio had dressed up as Romano Italy and Spain from his favourite show, Hetalia. As Spain, Antonio dressed up in a tan military fatigue from one of the world wars. He seriously looked like the character, and Lovino could see all the girls fawning over him already. His costume was perfect. He was a spot on Spain, and Lovino wanted to fanboy over it. He managed to contain himself. He was dressed to perfection. He was handsome, and the uniform seriously showed off all of his assets.

One thing Lovino had learned to appreciate about his boyfriend: his ass. That damn Spanish bastard had that perfect Spanish ass. Lovino loved it. In the mornings, before his shower, Antonio walked around in his boxers and gave the Italian the perfect view. Sometimes, he just wanted to reach out and grab it... Today, in the tight pants of his costume, Antonio's as looked fucking amazing.

That was the only bonus for Lovino that day. Everything else fucking sucked about going to this convention. Sure, he was being his favourite character, but he wasn't being the adult version. He wasn't wearing the tan uniform that would make his own ass stand out. Somehow, that bastard Spaniard had convinced him to wear something else entirely. He convinced him to wear a fucking dress.

Antonio dragged Lovino out a few days before the convention to be fitted for a costume by his friend. Elizaveta's house was not far from their own. She was in the fashion design major at the school and seemed more than willing to help him with his costume. She took the measurements and said she'd have it done the day before the convention. When he got to her house the day before, he was unpleasantly surprised. He had hoped she'd do a good job, and she did, but he hadn't expected the fluffy, prink dress that was presented to him. He hadn't expected the frilly, white apron that went along with it either. He was especially not expected the little, frilly white pantyhose that stuck out underneath the dress. Eliza had done an amazing job. He stitches were sure to last for years, but Lovino didn't want to wear it. He'd never tell her that. It was all Antonio's fault that she had made it. The bastard had only seen the show, so when he went to tell Eliza what to make, he must have shown her the Chibi Romano costume. He was supposed to wear a fucking short. And god was it fucking short. It rose above his knees at least five or six inches. The white pantyhose only reached his knees. He was going to shave his legs when he got home, but Eliza beat him to the punch. She sat him down and WAXED the fucking hair off of his legs. When he got home, he just about strangled Antonio, after showing off his baby smooth skin, of course.

Now, they were at the convention. Antonio was dressed up as a very handsome Boss Spain, and Lovino was dressed up as a very pissed off Chibi Romano.

"You look so cute, Lovi!" Antonio exclaimed, pulling the Italian along by the hand.

"Shut the fuck up," Lovino snapped, his face contorted with irritation.

"Awh! But Lovi!" Antonio whined.

"Don't 'But Lovi' my ass, Bastard. Don't call me Lovi at all. You stay in character bastard."

And then his was gone, distracted by one of the stalls. Of course, he went to the one for Attack on Titan. Traitor. Lovino rolled his eyes and looked for something more interesting to browse. He found the Ouran High School Host Club booth and browsed that for a while. Seeing as how Antonio was the one that had all of the money, he didn't buy anything. He just wandered. Aimlessly. And then he realized that he didn't know where the fuck the Tomato Bastard even went.