Found~Spamano

Chapter fifteen

*RECAP*

So when I-a finally stopped wallowing in god damn Despair, I trudged towards the bathroom for a well deserved shower, before opening the door to a almost naked Spain with a towel around his waist.

Wait...WHAT?!

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"Oh! Lovi! Sorry! I-a was just using the shower, I'm-a done now!" He announced cheerfully, like nothing was flipping wrong!

"...." I-a literally had no words.

Water cascaded down his toned chest as he rubbed the back of his neck, still grinning. He tousled his hair and water droplets fell around as I kind of stood there, still gaping.

"Lovi...?" He asked with concern.

"Are you okay-"

"I'M FINE-A BASTARD, I GOTTA GO!" I yelled and sprinted down the hallway towards the living room.

I began hyperventilating as I felt my face heat up. I had carefully placed my hands on my cheeks to try and get me to stop blushing. That stupid tomato bastard! I-It must be just the steam from the shower! No p-problem at all...

So, I-a sat on the couch with my arms crossed and my face still on fire when he entered the living room.

"Ah! Lovi!" He said happily and waved, "Are you-a hungry? I have some tomatoes here." He said casually as he strolled into the kitchen, and after a few minutes later he came back with a tomato in each hand.

I was pretty pissed at this point as I-a there, glaring daggers at him. He didn't even seem to notice as he tossed me the tomato and munched on his own.

I caught it but didn't eat it.

"Bastard, you need-a to cover up better next time you get out of the shower..." I grumbled.

He rose an eyebrow.

"I was wearing a towel."

"Bring your clothes with you next time you idiot." I said looking away and taking a bite of my tomato.

I heard him chuckle.

"It's not a big deal Lovi!" I heard him say happily before I felt a plop down beside me.

I tensed up and turned even more away from him as I heard him turn on the TV. I sat there, flaring my nostrils like an ox, wanting to just die in a hole.

So as I sat there dying, he began laughing at some weird Spanish show which made me want to die more, because he-a has a nice laugh.

But don't you dare-a tell him that!

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I sat there almost for an hour when he began snoring. I looked over and saw that he fell asleep, his head bobbing a bit, trying to find a decent place to lay down on.

I smirked a little before trying to make my escape, when I felt someone lay on my shoulder.

I tensed when I looked over to see his stupido head, plopped up on my shoulder! He stopped snoring and sighed in his sleep.

I raised my hand to push him off, when he mumbled something.

"...mmmm...Amo..." He murmured.

Now I knew enough Spanish and Italian to understand what he said.

I flinched and sat back, letting him sleep away. I grumbled a bit, before carefully setting my head on top of his.

I sighed a bit, surprised how good this was-a feeling, when he groaned and shifted, lying his head on my chest.

The movement surprised me so much that I almost fell the other way!

I caught myself and supported his head again.

I sat there, really awkward at this point, when he snuggled into my chest and placed a hand over my heart.

My eyes widened as I saw him smile a bit. So, I carefully set my left hand over his for a moment, just seeing how it felt.

It felt nice, I really-a liked this feeling.

As I sat on that couch, a whole ray of emotions filled me. Happiness, Anger, Hope, and finally....Love.

I really-a felt love. It was-a the best feeling in the world.

I let myself smile finally as he shifted and his grip on my hand tightened just a bit.

"Te...." He murmured again.