31 Day OTP Challenge - SpaMano

Chapter 19: Grumpy Morning Heads

Chapter 19: Grumpy Morning Heads

Friday, March 18, 2016

He had forgotten the two most crucial things after a night of heavy drinking to avoid a hangover. He had forgotten the aspirin and water. Antonio had laid them out on his bedside table, too. He had told Lovino to make sure he took them before bed. But he hadn't. Antonio had only been gone for a short while to help Nonno say goodbye to their guests, but that short bit of silence was all he needed. By the time Antonio had come back to remind him, Lovino had already passed out. The bastard knew not to wake him, especially when he was drunk, but now he wished he had.

God, he was fuckin' hungover.

And Antonio wasn't in bed with him either. Lovino stretched out his fingers to look for the bastard, but his side of the bed was empty and cold. He couldn't nudge the bastard awake to make him get the aspirin. Nope. He'd have to deal with his hangover because there was no way in hell that he was going to get up and get that shit off of the table by himself. Fuck that. He was too lazy for that shit.

He heard the bedroom door creak open and he buried his head under the blankets. Knowing his family, he had no trust for keeping his head in the light. Footsteps crossed the room and threw open the curtains. Even though Lovino had the blanket covering his eyes, the blinding morning light burned. He could felt it burning his soul.

"If you don't shut those god damned curtains right fucking now, I'll fucking kill you, Toni."

"Goodmorning Lovino!" Antonio practically sang. It was just a little too loud. It sent Lovino's head reeling. "It's time to get up!"

"Bastard, I've got a mother fucking hangover. Quit being so loud. Actually. Shut the fuck up and get the hell out."

This time the Spaniard spoke softer. "Lovi, baby, it's already noon. You've slept through your morning classes already."

Lovino promptly lifted his hand from beneath his blanket and flipped Antonio off. He'd sleep all day if he wanted to.

"Come get some food. You're hungry, no?"

As if on cue, the Italian's stomach began to growl. Yes, he was hungry, but he wasn't going to tell the bastard that. He could probably hear his stomach anyways.

"There's water and aspirin on the table," Antonio said. Lovino heard him walk back towards the door. "Your grandfather and brother are downstairs. Come join us for brunch."

Lovino grumbled out a response and flipped the bird once more. And then he heard Antonio start down the stairs. He groaned softly and rolled onto his back. He opened his eyes. The light hit him like a hammer to his head. He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes and sucked in a deep breath. There was no way in hell that he wanted to get up, but he'd rather not have his grandfather come upstairs. Nonno would undoubtedly come up with a cold pitcher of water. And that pitcher would undoubtedly end up all over him as well as Antonio's bed. He didn't need that. That'd just put him in an even sourer of a mood. Nonno wouldn't take a hangover for an excuse. He had had many of them in his lifetime, and he'd only tell Lovino to suck it up. He'd probably chastise him for drinking too much.

Slowly, Lovino sat up in bed. He reached onto the bedside table and took the aspirin and water into his hand. He took the pill and down the glass of water. He then took Antonio's king sized comforter and wrapped it around himself. He started down the stairs slowly, making some attempt to ignore the throbbing in his skull. From the stairs, he could already hear the boisterous laughs of all three men in his kitchen. He slowly brought himself to the room.

"Ah! He wakes!" Grandpa Roma exclaimed. He was too loud too. "Good morning, Lovino!"

Lovino grumbled out a garbled complaint about the noise, and then said, "Buongiorno."

Feliciano, like the little sneaky devil he often was, was across the room wrapping his arms around him a matter of seconds. Lovino grumbled out a few curses at him and sat down at the kitchen table. He folded his legs under himself and laid his face on the table. He didn't want to talk. He was gracing his family with his presence. That had to be enough.

"Lovino. Where are you damn manners? Pick your head up off of the damned table," Nonno chastised.

Lovino slowly lifted his head and came face to face with someone he had no desire to see. "What the fuck is the potato bastard here? Doesn't he have a brother he can room with?" Lovino snapped, his brow wrinkled in frustration. Ludwig blushed in embarrassment.

Almost immediately, Lovino received a cuff over the head. He grabbed at the back of his skull with both of his hands, doubling over in pain.

"What the fuck Grandpa? My head is already going to fucking explode!"

"Leave Ludwig alone. He is a guest in your house. You don't hear him saying anything mean to you or Antonio. Be nice," Augustus chastised.

He shot his grandfather a dirty look which prompted him to receive another smack to the head. Lovino whimpered in pain and rested his throbbed head on the table.

"Watch your manners, young man," his grandfather said. "I know I raised you better. Such a child when you're tired and hungover. Don't make me take away your drinking privileges."

The way his grandfather acted. He still held the power in their family. He was the eldest. No one surpassed him. When Augustus sent him a look, Lovino felt the fear of God wash over him. He didn't want to cross him. He didn't want to lose his drinking privileges either.

"Sorry, Nonno," Lovino muttered. He wanted the throbbing to stop, but he probably deserved the smacks.

He then felt Antonio's arms circled around his waist. The Spaniard softly whispered in his ear. "You want you coffee with three spoons of sugar and three spoons of cream, no?" he asked.

Lovino nodded shortly.

"Bacon and eggs sunny side up, sí?"

Lovino nodded again. "Can you put whipped cream in my coffee?"

"Si."

"With sprinkles?"

Antonio chuckled lightly. "Si."

"And a straw?"

"Si, mi corazón," Antonio whispered as he kissed the back of Lovino's neck. He then stepped away to go make his breakfast.

This is why Lovino loved that stupid bastard. He understood everything about Lovino which sometimes he found hard to comprehend. How could anyone of figured out the complicated mess that was him so flawlessly? But that was the mystery that was Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. He had the ability to see into one's soul.

"Lovi? Can we go around town? Get lunch? All five of us? It'll be great! Please? We can get pasta! And we can get bread! And pasta! And cheese!" Feliciano asked, his loud, happy voice cutting through Lovino's thoughts. How the kid wasn't hungover after the night before, he had no idea.

"Fine. Sure. Just be quiet Feli."

This was his family. He had his stern, but loving grandfather. He had his loud, always happy little brother and his scary, quiet boyfriend. And then he had Antonio. His beloved Antonio. That tomato bastard was his world. And that's when he came to his final conclusion. Assuming that the potato bastard stuck around, maybe his family in the distant future wouldn't too terrible after all.