--- Needless to say Antonio managed to pry Francis off of Gilbert, although it did take a shit ton of effort. Who knew the french were so persistant..?
The rest of the day passed by quickly, time flies when you're trying to keep two people from killing eachother every few seconds. As the sun set Francis and Gilbert bid their goodbyes and drove away from the small house, leaving the pair once again by themselves until Antonio's cousins returned shortly after.
Romano was practically family to Antonio's cousins and they didn't seem too surprised to see him there. By this time Lovino had once again fallen asleep only this time on the couch in the family room of the families modest home.
Nobody could really figure out why he was always so tired and decided to let him wake up in his own time.
--- Romano's POV
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3rd POV
Lovino groggily made his way to the bathroom. The chatter of voices and laughter coming from the dining room didn't process in his mind until much later. He felt lightheaded again and hoped the sickness wasn't coming back. Romano barely got sick but when he did it took ages for his immune system to fight it off. The result of refusing to eat his greens most days.
He sat hunched over the toilet, feeling like crap for god knows how long. He felt like he needed to puke but nothing ever came.
"Roma?" A husky voice called from behind the other side of the door.
"Don't call me that. What do you want Abel...? I didn't know you were home already-" the voice startled him, he'd been so busy with his own misery that he handnt even processed that the voices in the dining room must have been Antonio and his cousins.
"We've been for hours now. Hurry up in there."
Lovino said nothing and opened the door, stalking past the tall Dutch man in front of him nervously. Noticing this, Abel raised an eyebrow at the small guest before shrugging it off and shaking his head.
Romano rook a moment to observe how different Antonio and his cousin looked, Abel had pericing, pale green eyes, a scar ran over the top of his right eye. So different yet so similar to that of Antonio's kind, light green eyes. If he didn't know better Lovino wouldn't have guessed they were related at all.
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Antonio's sun kissed skin compared to Abel's light, pale complection. Not to mention the alarming contrast in they way they wore their hair, Abel's being a sandy blonde, always appearing that he had previously run a hand through only seconds before while Antonio took little pride in his hair, not bothering to comb it most days. It was a bit messy but the carelessness suited him.
Suddenly realisation hit Lovino; Abel's hair resembled that of the tulips surrounding the property. He snorted to himself, it was an odd sight; a man who had recently hunched over the toilet feeling nauseous snorting about something so childish. Romano collided into another body on his way back into the living room, soft but firm hands steadying him.
