drunken confessions (p ;; cheyenne)

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    [justify][size=8]i'm not mad
    i'm girly and i'm tired and achy and pissy and ajanswoutsaltnwouth!
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    sure

    Toni woke up early the next morning, his head pounding as if someone was beating a rock against it. He swung his feet over the side of the bed, standing up unsteadily with a hand to his head. Toni stumbled to the kitchen, deciding that he may as well make breakfast.


    (Romano's already there?)

    [justify][size=8]Lovino rests at his home, taking a mid-morning siesta to relax after the busy night. He was lost in nightmares, though, of what he had said to his friend. What if the Spaniard took it the wrong way and never wanted to speak to him again? This would be absolutely crush all of his hopes, and possibly dreams too.

    "Roma..." Though Toni remembered nothing of the night before, Lovino's confession stood out in his head. "Screw breakfast. Roma is more important~" He quickly got dressed and started for Lovi's place.


    ---At Romano's home---


    The Spaniard knocked on Lovino's door, tapping his foot impatiently. Roma...

    [justify][size=8]"Just come in!" The Italian mutters crossly, closing his eyes as he relaxes on the couch. He tries to clear his mind of what happened the night before.

    "I wanted to see how you were...and tell you something." Toni sighed, his hand balling into a fist. "Roma, I have feelings for you too."

    [justify][size=8]His eyes softened as he slowly tries to back away from his friend. "Y-you do! You surely must still be a bit drunk."

    [justify][size=8]Lovi just stares at Anyonio with wide, shocked eyes. He honestly didn't know whether to believe him or not, but the possibility of them being in love with each other was a bit hard for the Italian to comprehend. Honestly, he had never actually dealt with the feelings of love.

    [justify][size=8]Unlike the normal Lovi, he does curse or even move. He just stands beside his friend, staring at the wall across the room from over his shoulder. For once he actually blinks, and swallows a huge gulp, and he starts to hug Toni back.

    Antonio wanted to laugh about this whole thing. Lovino, who cursed and dark and cared for no one actually felt something for the Spaniard. Grinning, Toni pulled away after feeling Lovi's arms around him. "Can I stay for a bit?"

    "I would never~!" Toni walked away from Lovi, sitting down on the couch. The horrible pain in his head was now reduced to a dull throbbing, and he felt a lot better.

    [justify][size=8]The Italian walks away, returning a few minutes later with some medicine for his friend. "Just take it. You were really drunk last night."

    [justify][size=8]"No problem, bastard," Lovi replies, sitting down and simply staring at the wall ahead of him. He honestly didn't know what to say, considering he was, unlike his brother, not that talkative unless he was really pissed.