Damn Fucking Cold.

Lovino was lying in his bed as dead as a squished squirrel that had been rolled over by a truck on the highway. Why the hell had he forgotten his keys and had to be stucked outside in the cold for more than an hour!?!

"Damn you Lovi...." he muffled under the sheets of the bed which stopped right under his nose, almost covering completely the Italian.
He had a fever and he knew it. His face was redder than usual and really fucking hot. Yeah, the brunette really hated this fucking winter-like country. Italy was so much better! He hated catching a flu and hated even more the fact that a damn Spaniard motherfucker would probably know about his sickness way too fast and probably run to take care of him. This was probably the last thing on earth he would want right now, exept maybe dying from suffocation if a fat guy fell on him.. But that wouldn't happen so yeah it was the last thing the Italian wanted at the moment.

Antonio was walking in the hallways alone. He had a pretty happy walk for a guy that just got into an accident. Oh well... The school wasn't fond of students with cars anyways. They could escape less this way. He was trying to call on Gilbert's cellphone, but the latter's phone had no more batteries. He had knocked on the albino's dorm room, but his best friend was not there apparently. "Where is he?" He asked to himself. He then started walking to Francis' dorm room. Arrived in front of it, he knocked something that was supposed to sound like 'la macarena' but it quite failed. He waited. And waited. And knocked again. No answer. He then decided to call his friend. No answer there again. "Where the hell are they?" he thought confused. They usually always called him when they did something. He then was about to walk back to the stairs to go to his dorm room which was upstairs in the hundreds. Both his friends were downstairs. Gilbert being 69. Antonio chuckled to that. And Francis being 14. He looked around. He knew someone he really liked that had his room right in diagonal of the Frenchman's. "Room 17. Lovi..." He said out loud. He decided to go in front of the door. "Oh well.. I don't have nothing to do and.. I could always pay him a visit! He'll be happy to see me!" He lied to himself with a big smile. He breathed a good one and decided to knock. He was waiting patiently with a huge grin.

The Spaniard's knock made the half sleeping brunette jump a little. Really? When he was finally almost able to fall asleep?
"Damn it" he muttered to himself, being too sick to speak it out loud. Being sure always made him want to kick the hell out of anyone that was feeling fine. And why the hell would someone want to see him? And right now on top of it?!

"Who the fuck is this?!" he managed to let out hopefully loud enough so the one on the other side of the door would hear.
"If it's you Feli, just go away!" he weakly added and sighed. "Anyway.. The door's not locked."

The Italian then turned on his side so his back face the door and violently pulled the covers over his head.

The Spaniard stood in front of the Italian's door still smiling. When he heard what the latter had said he brightly opened the door. After all, he didn't want to see Feliciano, not him. And the wasn't locked! Awesome. He opened the door and closed it back behind him. He found the little Italian lying in his bed, back facing him. He smiled softly and walked over slowly. "Hey... Are you okay?" He asked softly.

The so well known Spanish voice made Lovino shiver slightly. He knew it. Why the hell did he, out of anybody, had to come visit him while he was feeling like shit!? [Damn fucking winter!] No... Wait! Why did he had to come and see him DOT. The Italian hated him! Really! Grrr!

The brunette let out a long sigh before finally saying something.

"Huhg.. I'm fine..." he muffled, sickness in his voice, heat in his face and still not looking at the Spaniard behind him.

The Spaniard noticed the sickness in the Italian's voice. He immediately walked to him a little panicked and touched the little brunette's shoulder. "Are you sick?!" He asked very worried. "Do you want me to make you soup! Do you need heat? I can bring you heat! I can bring you medication! You're not going to die, are you?!" He rambled too fast for the English language.

"Damn it.."
So many questions! It made the Italian's head want to implose. He gave a weak bump of his shoulder, hoping the other would take it as a sign to remove his hand from Lovino's shoulder.

"Hugh..!" he groaned. "I.... I'm not sick at all. I'm just sleeping in... Yeah. That's it." he lied to the Spaniard hoping the other would be stupid enough to believe it.

Still over his head, the covers were gripped firmly by the brunette's hands so Antonio couldn't try to look at his flustered face, reddening even more [if it could be possible] from the Spaniard's attention to his illness.

Antonio didn't take notice at the Italian's bump of shoulder. He kept his hand and even leaned closer. "Are you sure?" he asked, worry still in his voice. "Cause I'm here for you!" He looked around. "Your room is really a mess!" He made his way to the dirty pile of Italian stylish clothes. He started to randomly clean Lovino's room while humming. "Just relax! I'm going to take care of you! If you're sleeping in, then sleep!" he said happily.

At the suddetly bigger contact, the Italian's cheeks heated a bit more.
"Mhmm.... I'm fine." he muffled, closing his eyes.

When he felt the Spaniard's body leave and his magical heat also, lovino risked an eye out of the bed's sheets, peeking on what the other was doing to his room. Meh, if he wanted to clean up, he could. He already tought of engaging a maid to do it but gave up when he remembered he was in a school. Antonio could be the maid if he wanted. The brunette chuckled softly at the tought of the Spaniard in a typical maid outfit, hoping the other would take that as coughing. He finally lied back, gettung the sheets over his head once again. So secure~~

The Spaniard was happily cleaning the Italian's room when he heard a noise coming from the brunette's mouth. He turned his head around worried. "Are you okay? Do you want medicine?" He asked, thinking the Italian had just coughed. He made his way to Lovino again and sat on the latter's bed. He tried to peek over the covers, but he couldn't see the Italian at all. He was all covered. "Are you cold?"

Damn it! He felt the Spaniard sit back beside him and gripped the covers more tightly. Heh! His sheets shield was too great to be broken by a peeky Spanish pedo!
He sighed softly and spoke as loud as he could [which was More like almost inaudible].

"Think about it a little... If I would be hot, would I cover myself up like this, idiota...?"

The Spaniard obliviously approached the Italian. He tried to find a spot on his bed to lie closer to Lovino. He finally made it and grabbed the brunette in his arms. He started to rub his body with his hands, to bring more heat to him. "Is that better?" He asked softly.

When he felt himself being pulled into an embrace, the Italian shivered. Oh shit! Too much contact! He tried to push the Spaniard away, but in vain. The already not strong brunette was even weaker because of the flu he held. Damn it.
He wasn't cold anymore. The other's tactic kind of worked in a way. He was now hot. ... Too hot. Damn it! He couldn't stay under the blankets for tooong from now on but his pride made it impossible to give his sheets up. Still, Lovino risked an hazel eye out of the blankets only to find bright emerald green orbs at about 3 inches from his. And they were looking at him. Those beautiful eyes were intensively staring at his. The shock made the Italian able to finally push the other away, turning his back to him, still burning hot under his covers. [but way more hotter now thanks to that damn Spaniard.]

"The fuck do you think you're doing?!" he tried to shout in vain.

The Spaniard got confused. "I'm trying to heat you up?" He then pulled the covers from Lovi. He was tired of not seeing his beautiful face. He immediately noticed the Italian's red face. "Oh Lovi! You look like a tomato!!!" he exclaimed almost squealing at the cuteness of it.

Damn fucking it! The tomato faced brunetted thinked to himself. Why the hell was his blanket shield broken?! Damn Spaniard! Why couldn't he just go away?!

"Hugh damn it!" he groaned trying to get his bed sheets over his face again.
"your fucking creepy pedo voice makes my head want to burst!" he exclaimed a bit louder than before.

"Pedo voice?" he asked laughing. "What are you talking about?" he asked now chuckling.

"Anyways... I think you really are sick." he now said seriously. "This isn't good." He then stood up. "Wait up! I'll make you something!" he announced directing himself to the Italian's kitchen.

"You do have a damn pedo voice!" he shouted from his bed, turning so he would now lay on his hurting stomach. He sure was kind of hungry since he went to bed directly and didn't have the courage to get up since then. Damn fucking cold..
So the brunette only decided to quietly close his eyes, his bed's heat helping him to pass away a little more at each new second that passed.

The Spaniard laughed while he shook his head at the Italian's comment. Pedo voice. Silly Romano~ He started to look in Lovino's fridge. Sure, they had a cafeteria in the school, but they also had a little kitchen in their dorm room. You never knew.. Inside the Italian's fridge, there wasn't a lot. There lied a few tomatoes, juice, water bottles and salami. "Wow..." the Spaniard thought sarcastically. He then looked in the freezer. A frozen pizza and a couple of spaghetti sauce in small containers. He then looked in the pantry. Toasts, lots of different kinds of pasta... "So Italian~" Antonio laughed to himself. He then looked deeper into the pantry and found what he was looking for: a simple can of soup! "Aaaah~" he hummed and took it happily. He looked for a saucepan and put it on the oven. He hummed happily while putting the soup in it and stirred. He was happy. Taking care of the Italian was something he really enjoyed doing. He cared a lot for him. He took a glance over the brunette. He smiled softly to himself. "Still hiding...It's sad, because he's so beautiful to look at.." he thought. He looked back to the soup he was making and stirred again. He decided to leave a bit the oven to take a plate and putted a piece of bread in it. "That will feed him." He then opened the fridge and poured a little glass of juice. When the soup had finally done heating up, he poured in in a small bowl and brought everything to the Italian happily. "You should maybe sit up." he said softly.

The combination of a soft Spanish-like voice and the smell of food woke the Roman up. He slowly streched without saying a word to the Spanish standing beside his bed. Then before lazily sitting up, his back leaning against the wall, he quietly let out::
"This soupe better be tomato-flavored. Or your ass may be kicked in the next thirty seconds."

He looked at the plate he was given. Thank god it really was. He finally took it into his hands. The Italian started to take small sips of soup. [Oh tomatoes, how i love you~]
Halfway from finishing his bowl, he glanced at the taller man, still stadng beside him and sighed.

"You know you can sit?" he calmly remarqued, pointing the other side of his double bed by tilting his head.
"I guess you can stay since you made me soup.." he added, muffling the last words of his sentence. He hated being take care of.

Antonio gave himself a mental "yes!" due to the flavour of the soup, but since it was Lovino's soup, it should of been tomato flavour. He stared at the Italian eating until he got called off to sit. He awkwardly made his way next to Lovino in the latter's bed. He looked down at his hands and started playing with them while humming. He had to admit, the invitation quite surprised him, but greatly pleased him also. "So... Is it good?" He asked gently still looking at his hands.

The Italian stared at Antonio like the creep he was.
"Since when are you acting all awkward for God's fuck?!" he finally let out after studying all the features of the other's face. He had been surprised by the fact he hadn't noticed yet the Spaniard kept his tan even though it was now Winter and it snowed and everything. Also, he had those incredibly beautiful eyes. Why the hell did people like him had such greenish eyes while others inherited of boring ass eyes like Lovi's?! They weren't green, neither were they brown. They were just. Ew.
Not willing to be suspected of glaring at the other for too long, he just asked his question, looking as calm as he could. And impatiently waiting for an answer.

"Oh. A-and. Of course the soup's good, it was in my Pantry, damn bastardo.." he added, looking at his weird red reflection in his bowl and wondering if it was the tomato soup's fault or his skin that was so red. He opted for the first one.

Antonio just ignored the first question and just let out a small laugh. He had actually been nervous by the fact of if Lovino would have liked the soup. He found it weird himself to act this way. He just wanted the Italian to appreciate at least one thing he did for him. He wouldn't admit it, but he kind of knew the Italian didn't like him. I mean it was quite obvious, but somehow, Antonio liked to lie to himself and to others about. He wanted Lovino to like him and he tried to make it happen by pretending it was the case. And like him... just as a friend he would have appreciate it. The Italian has always been someone he found very interesting and gorgeous. He especially was interested in knowing more in dept his personality. He'd known him for quite a while and even though, it was like Lovino was still a stranger. He could never know if Lovino was embarrassed, mad, sick, in love, etc. because of his red face and his complicated personality. So he kept acting oblivious to him. Sure he was naturally oblivious, but with Lovino he was at an extreme. Cause Antonio could understand "fuck you!" "go away!" "I hate you!" But with the Italian, he just ignored those words and kept being the bubbly person he was, because he wanted to be near the Italian no matter what.

At Lovino's answer about the soup, the Spaniard lifted his head quickly. He was about to smile brightly, but then heard the last part and soon changed for a small laugh. "Ah Lovi..." he thought smiling, looking softly at the brunette.

"Do you need anything else?" he finally asked to break all that awkward silence.

At the Spaniard's question, Lovino tilted his head up a little, only to look at the other by the upper corner of his eyes. Did he need anything? Yes he did. He needed to understand this damn feeling that made his face go burning hot and red when he looked at the damn Spaniard. He needed to know what the fuck was that weird thing tickeling his belly each time the said Spanish guy beside him would tell him a compliment with his accent.
Damn it was he sicker than he thought? Sicker since a few years? Since the jerk Antonio let his ponytail go to become the oblivious stupid one? Yeah, that must be what was happening.. Sickness.
Lovino never really fell in love. Sure, he was attracted to girls and thought they were pretty and sexy and everything, but he never felt anything in his heart when he hugged the girls he was going out with. He never felt
damn good when they said he was a pretty boy, never.

"Huh.. Maybe love's just some sicko shit invented by an oblivious kid...." he muttered so quietly that even him didn't fully inderstand what he had just said. Oh shit! He really said that out loud?! Hoping the Spaniard didn't understand what he said a few seconds ago, he finally remembered the asked question and lifted his head to look at the taller man still looking at him. How much time passed since he started wondering about all this loveshit thing?!

"H-huh.. Something? I.. I don't know.. Huuh... L-let me think about it...." he hardly tried to say to the oblivious man sitting beside him.

The Spaniard tilted his head a little bit by Lovino's mumbling. He was about to ask what he had just said, but the Italian talked again. Well tried to talk most likely. The Spaniard cut him: "Are you still cold?"

Lovino didn't answer yet. Why the hell was Antonio always so happy and kind and caring around him? Even after The Italian would yell at him to fuck off or go away, the Spaniard had always remained like he was that happiest kid in the world that had the opportunity to visit a chocolate factory and continued to say all these nice things to the brunette. But why?

"H..huh I don't know, really.. It's up and down I guess.." he said bringing his hand to touch his forehead, but removed it as fast as he could because the fever burnt his hand. Well, it wasn't only the fever, but the Roman tried to keep in mind it was only this, not the Spaniard's attention. Not at all.

"Do you want me to leave? To let you sleep..." He asked hesitant. He didn't want to leave, but the importance was Lovino's health, right?

The Italian didn't answer to the Spaniard's question. Did he wanted him to leave? Well.. Yes of course! But... Arg! Why the hell did everything had to be so complicated?
Lovino pushed the bowl towards Antonio and layed back down, pulling the covers up once again.

"W...well, if you don't stay.... I .. Hum.. I can't treat you like the slave you are... yeah.." he softly said before hiding his face in the pillow.
"Damn Spaniard that makes me feel weird.."he muffled in the pillow as quiet as he could.

The Spaniard laughed. "Slave?" he asked smiling. He then took the things that were handed to him and brought them to the kitchen, just to help his case. He rinsed the bowl and the glass and washed them with soap. He then putted them back where he found them. He went back to Lovino and decided to tuck him in his bed carefully. He did his little trick from before to heat him up. "If you want, I can stay while you sleep so if you ever need anything when you wake up, I'll be there for you." He said softly. "Or.. I could always leave. I can give you my phone number. Or you can always come to my dorm.. It's number 101 upstairs." He finished smiling brightly, even though the Italian couldn't see him.

The Italian let out a soft sigh.

"Do what you want." he hoped he had said it coldly enough so the other would worry and stay a little longer. Wait! No! He didn't want him here much longer! Damn it! He was about to go away, finally!

"H...Huh. Just write this down somewhere on a paper.. I'll see if I want to see your face again after I slept." he tried to corect himself.

"Okay sure." He said softly. He wanted to stay, but he didn't want to be much of a creep and watch Lovino in his sleep. So he decided to do as the Italian said and wrote his cellphone number down along with his dorm room number on a small piece of paper he found on Lovino's desk. He let it there and turned his head back to look at the beautiful brunette. "Sleep well, Lovi!~" he cooed and went off to the door. He slowly opened it and slowly went outside of it to slowly close it back. He really wanted to stay longer, but knew he had to take time.

"Mhmm..." He simply answered through his pillow, wating for the other to walk away. When he was certain that the door was completely closed and the Spaniard not there anymore, he sat up and looked at the closed entrance to his room and stayed like this for a few minutes. Maybe he should've gave the oblivious Spaniard the key to his room so he could enter without bothering Lovino to get up for the door to be unlocked.
"Hmfh.."
He would do it another time. Now was sleeping time! The Italian layed back on his side, facing back the door and closed his eyes, thinking.
A minute passed, two, three. About half an hour later, the brunette opened his hazel eyes and sat up again. Dang it! He couldn't sleep! Why was it happening now!? They say you can't sleep when you think about too many things.. Well Lovino's head was full of contradictions.

The Roman got up, lazily walking towards the kitchen. Maybe a glass of hot milk and honey would do the trick.. It always did. Lovino prepared his little delicious mixture and gulped it. It always been so good. He could remember faking not being able to sleep so his mother would prepare him a cup of hot milk and honey.
When he was done drinking his delicious cure, he went back to his bed and tried to finally sleep, in vain. About an hour later, the brunette still couldn't sleep. Damn it! Why was the bastardo still in his head at that time?! Lovino would kick his ass for invading his head. Oh yes he would, sooner or later.