...doesn't get why he's being mixed for a hobo.
Romano
thinks
he should look in the mirror.
stares at the mirror, scratching his beard. "Uh... is it the sweater?"
Romano
thinks
he's an idiot. "Maybe you should try shaving, or getting a hair cut."
crosses his arms. "Do you want to do it?" He smiles a bit, thinking Romano sounds like a worried wife he doesn't have.
happens to have one of the fashion capitals of the world. "If you want me to, si." That doesn't mean he'd pass up the chance at shaving Gabriel bald.
... should warn him that if he goes bald, Romano will lose his balls. "As long as you don't make me look too much like Tonio, then..." He grins, patting his shoulders. "Then you're free to do it."
Romano
will
fight him for his balls. "Then how the hell do you want to look? Antonio has short hair...do you want to keep it long?
"
"
nods. "Yes, just.. trim the loose ends, I'm sure you'll agree with me that long hair also has its charms, no?" He raises one eyebrow, waiting for the other to guide the way.
rolls his eyes. He'd do more than trim the ends, but grumbles as he motions for Gabriel to sit, while he goes to fetch his scissors.
takes a seat, inspecting the place and keeping his eyes open, a bit wary of what the italian would do to him.
Romano
is
so so very tempted to shave him bald. But he pulls Gabriel's hair out of the ponytail and gets to work, brushing it out, and snipping off all the split ends.
watches him silently through the strands that fall on his face, smiling a bit. Romano has good skill with the scissors, it seems.
had excellent skill with scissors :/ He starts to add layers to the hair, fairly long ones so that Gabriel could neatly tie his hair back, but it wouldn't look ridiculous when it was down.
Gabriel
was
making a compliment! He closes his eyes then, trusting the other to carry on with his good job.
continues to trim and style, while keeping the length. His hair was much more sleek this way, instead of that rats nest from before. He's quiet pleased with himself.
smiles a bit once he opens his eyes again. "Will you also shave me, Lovino?"
glares at him, swearing under his breath and scowling, but he goes off to get a trimmer.
grins, then closes his eyes. "Grazie, regazzo..." He hums, hoping his broken italian would ease the other a bit.
snorts as he comes back. "I'm not that young, old man." He flicks on the small machine, trimming and just really neatening up his beard. Gabriel was stupid to grow one if he couldn't be bothered to take care _
_of it.
usually takes more care of himself during the winter. Still, it's a good feeling, to be pampered like this... "I'm not that old." he huffs, trying not to move much now.
swats his shoulder "No talking, unless you want me to cut you...and you are." He was. Lovino finished up, dusting off Gabriel's face. "done."
resists the urge to laugh as he remains serious for as long as Romano works. "Thank you." He sits up, humming as he picks up his wallet. "You have very soft hands... It was a good work."
doesn't know what he's doing with that wallet, he better put it away. "I don't. They're calloused, and...rough, and masculine, dammit!"
shakes his head. "I was trying to be nice... How much was it?" He points to his face, opening his wallet.
waves him off. "No, no, don't bother. It's fine, you think I'd actually charge you for that?" Hmph. "It's enough to not see you walking around how you do."
laughs, pocketing it. "Oh, Lovino, c'mon." he rolls his eyes, then smiles. "Then at least let me treat you to a lunch between friends, hm?"
eyes him warily, before shrugging. "Fine. A lunch between friends sounds good. So long as it's good food and not shit."
huffs. "You've tried my cooking, I have good taste..." he waves a hand, guiding the other off and into the streets, to a small cafe he knows.
knows Gabriel cooks well, but he doesn't trust other people's cooking as easily. "We'll see." He follows beside the other, glancing around at the scenery.
knows he trust Antonio's, but he will bite back the witty remark. "It's that one there.. They have a good coffee, and bolinhas de berlim too." he smiles.
hums. He'd but the judge of that...and he'd smack Gabriel for mentioning that bastard anyhow. "Si, si. Let's go see how good it is, then." He was wary.
taps the counter. "Try these, they're great and very sweet." he hums, ordering two for himself and a capuccino before he goes to fetch a table for them.
orders Gabriel's suggestion, and some cappuccino as well, joining him eventually. "Hm..."
leans back on his seat, humming. "So, how have you been, Lovino?"
quirks an eyebrow at that "Why do you ask?" He's not being defensive, he just...wants to hide the fact that his boss is a fucking moron.
shrugs. "Misery likes company and I do want to believe I'm not the only one losing my patience with Merkel and my own boss..." he clicks his tongue. "Or maybe I want to hear that you're doing fine!"
rolls his eyes. "My boss is a dumbass too, are you happy?"
chuckles. "A bit now." he nods, thanking the waiter as their dishes are delivered. "But other than politics, how are you?" He shifts, sipping his coffee as he goes more serious.
hums. "Fine, I suppose." A bit lonely to be honest, but he wasn't going to say that. The cute girl from before hadn't worked out. "Maddy keeps me quiet busy."
nods. "Ah, Eustáquio does the same..." They're two then, that won't say they're lonely. "She's a cute dog, Maddy... but you've never told me why the name."
immediately blushes furiously at that. He'd never ever told anyone his reasoning behind the name, and he wouldn't ever. "I-it's just a name. I just picked it...it suits her, dammit!"
rests his chin on his hand. "I wonder what I have to do for you to tell me..."
scowls. "I already told you that I just picked the name!" Gabriel couldn't do a single thing.
pouts visibly at that, sulking before he resigns himself to drinking his coffee and enjoying his sweets.
settles once it seems like the other has given up, turning to his coffee as well. It was..pretty good actually.
Gabriel
wants
to hear some praise about it!!
doesn't complain. That's plenty praise.
... sighs and continues eating. "Did you like it?"
Romano
gives
him a look. "....Si. I did." He starts to munch on the pastries as well. "This too...I guess."
grins. "Ótimo! They're a wonder, you should come here more often and try the rest of the menu."
Romano
wonders
why he's so happy about such a small compliment. "Si...maybe."
Gabriel
likes
compliments to his food! "You're a lost cause..." he sighs, shaking his head.
raises an eyebrow "What's that supposed to mean?" Will easily compliment food cooked by bellas. Gabriel might have to work for compliments if he wants them.
merely sips his coffee, shrugging. "Still, I'm not handing over the recipes for them..."
Romano
gives
him a look, before rolling is eyes and sipping at the cappuccino. "Who says I want them?"
shrugs. "Everybody seems to want...."
smiles a little at that. "Si, well...if you say so."
smirks a bit. "Does that mean you want them too, smiling as you are?"
immediately scowls. "No, I don't."
[it's not my fault, you're making me ship them xD]
((Shhhhh gabi's my bike... If you want to roll with it, I'm up.))
laughs. "So much for a simple smile!" He rolls his eyes, sipping his coffee. "I may cook them some later time this week... If the smell drags you in."
[xD We'll see. ]
Romano
gives
him a look for a moment. "Why don't you open a cafe?" It seemed that he liked making all these things himself, why not?
blinks. "Because I don't want to work for it, and I'm a nation too... You do know the amount of paperwork we have..."
((Hahaha, yeah!))
smiles a little at that. "Not everyone bothers with paperwork, you know." Though he definitely knew how much he had. "You would think sharing a nation would mean less paperwork." But not so...
nods. "Sometimes I use Germany's as sandwich wrapping, but don't tell him... Other than that, I need to keep things up -- crisis and all." He remembers for when he shared things with Spain... Same amount of_
paper as always. "I suppose you include your brother in that, or is Feli responsible?"
snickers at the mention of Germany's paperwork, and he supposes it's reason enough to like Gabriel a little. "Feli is responsible when he remembers to be. How often that is, is something else entirely."
winces. "Well... If you ever need help, we can negotiate something. It is a shame to hear, but... I must say the same of Antonio sometimes. He takes turns into not doing anything and going nights on and on—
pulling all-nighters."
sighs. "Why am I not surprised with that idiota?" He shakes his head, wondering where exactly Antonio has been lately...
smiles. "Of course you aren't, you know him as well as I do." He hums, setting his place and coffee mug aside. "We can't all have Ludwig for a brother."
makes a face. "I wouldn't want that potato bastard as a brother."
snickers and says nothing besides a hummed. "You might get him as brother-in-law."
groans at that. "Dio, I hope not. I don't think Veneciano and him are anything more than friends though. The German countries have been very..." He makes a vague hand motion "Close. Lately, from what I hear."
raises both eyebrows and mouths a litte 'oh'. "Never pictured them as that kind..." Well, before this turns into pot calling the kettle black, he sighs. "Then you have a point."
shrugs. "Well, none of my business. So long as he's not getting tangled up with my fratello..."
laughs. "You shouldn't be so jealous, you know..." Ah, look who's talking.
scowls. "I'm not jealous! I just...I don't want him tainting my brother."
blinks. "Sorry to break it to you, Lovino, meu caro, but he's hardly innocent..."
glares at him. "Not that you would know anything about that, right?" Because if he'd slept with Feliciano, he would murder him.
keeps serious. "I don't need to. Frankly, he's more than old enough to have had it." He smiles a bit at the other's reaction. "But I have touched him as much as I did you..." Aka, zero.
flushes a little at that, glaring at him. "Y-you didn't need to word it like that, dammit." Dio. "I know he's been with bellas...."
stares at him like 'see?' before he simply shrugs, smiling. "You wouldn't understand otherwise... Just don't think of it."
scowls slightly. "I'm trying."
laughs a bit. "As you say so..." He stares at the other's flush, amused.
huffs softly. "I do say so! Why would you put that in my head even?"
shakes his head. "I put nothing on your head. If you're picturing anything, is your will."
shakes his head, as if that would get it out. "Oi...this is entirely your fault. I'm blaming you, bastardo."
smiles. "What? If I can't take it off, I didn't put it in to start with." He lights up a smoke, amused.
Romano
is
staring a little. Hell, now he wants a damn cigar. "Si, that would be your excuse."
offers him the box of cigarettes. "Want one?" He smiles a bit. "And if you're alao finished, we can go for a walk..."
huffs softly, but he takes one with a mumbled 'Grazie', and holds a hand out for the lighter. "A walk?" He supposed...a walk would be alright. It wasn't necessarily a date...thing. It could be an anyone thing.
nods. "Alright, you wait here while I pay. This one is on me." He lights the other's cigarette then stands up and walks off, humming a bit.
blinks, not expecting Gabriel to light him up, or go off to pay for them. He watches after him, incredibly confused and trying to just...sort this out.
tilts his head to call him outside, placing his hands in his pockets as he scratches his chin. It was still cold, damn.
shakes his head, nudging the cigarette between his lips, and shoving his hands in his pockets as he joins him outside. Blowing out a stream of smoke , he took the cig between his fingers. "Where are we _
_going in this cold ass weather?"
siiighs... So much progress. "I thought a walk around the city would be nice but it's getting colder and worse... I almost miss my beard." He muses, taking a long drag.
rolls his eyes. "You looked homeless with that beard. At least now you have a little bit of class." He wishes he brought a jacket. "We could still go...I guess."
nods. "I suppose.. Won't you be cold?" He blinks, but then begins to guide the way.
shrugs. "It's not as bad as when they host conferences in Sweden, or .." He doesn't even like to think of fucking Ivan, it's too scary.. "Poland or wherever."
can agree. "True, that is." He adjusts his scarf. "Well, if you need, I can ask someone for an extra coat, you're not a size hard to find..."
raises his eyebrow. "Ask a person for an extra coat? Dio, if it's that bad, I can go buy one. There are shops around, si?"
covers his mouth. "Of course there are, I wanted to save you the trouble.. Do you want one of mine?" He offers, since he's wearing two anyway.
doesn't know why on earth he would wear two coats. It wasn't that cold. "Uh...si, sure. Grazie." He feels like he should, because knowing the other was wearing two coats is making him..itch.
removes one of them, the one against the cold wind, and hands it over. He's not very... cold-friendly. "There you go." He holds the cigarette between his teeth as he does so.
slips on the jacket with a 'grazie', burrowing into it a little. It did help a lot with the cold. He flicked his cigarette, taking another drag. "So..walk?"
blinks, before nodding. "Oh, of course. This way." He smiles a bit, walking ahead, passing by some houses and trees as they make their way across the Portuguese capital.
takes another drag as they walk along, Lovino admiring their surroundings. "Your home is very nice. I've never bothered to actually admire it before."
turns to him. "Ah.. Not many people bother, it's understandable." He shrugs, Spain is always stealing the show, no? He stuffs a hand in his pocket, taking a drag. "I guess to you I don't need to say 'mind_
the monorails', right?"
(..wait, I think it's tram in this case.)
[like streetcars, right?]
shakes his head. "No, you don't have to tell me, I know." He can't argue with that, Antonio was...Antonio.
( like this: 
)
)
[yea like streetcars, only cuter!]
nods. He figured as much, in Italy too they had them... But his brother kept bumping into the things. "Perfect." He chuckles, brushing some of his hair aside as they pass by a church.
looks up at the church, and something suddenly occurs to him. "You're still...very Catholic, si? You must have been to Vatican City a few times, right?"
nods. "Yes, yes... It's been a while since I've last visited there but, I do carry my cross with me, always." Although he doesn't pray as much as... embarrassing old ages past, he still keeps his faith. "Why?"
shrugs. "If you wanted to visit again, we could go. That's all." He's not..asking him out or anything nope. What kind of date would Vatican City be, that's ridiculous! >//>
takes his hand, smiling as he kisses his knuckles. "Then I promise that my next time at the Holy City will be by your side." He says softly, smiling without showing his teeth as he typically does.
goes beet red when Gabriel kisses his hand, and he's too in shock to pull away. He just...stares, his brain completely shorting out on him.
let go and takes a long drag, going back to walk. "C'mon, it is getting dark so might need to leave soon, Lovino!"
's brain catches up with him a few seconds after Gabriel's already started to walk away, and he stumbles as he catches up. "O-Oi...what...che cosa..." What exactly was that? >///> And why did he not mind as_
_much as he wanted to?
shrugs. "Sounded like a good thing to do... But if you're mad, I won't touch you again." He offers, walking slowly.
Romano
is
sputtering, and still trying to...process that. "I.." He wasn't mad. At all. It had just surprised him. "Just...give me a little warning, dammit." He grumbles, face bright red. It was essentially Lovino-speak_
_for him liking the attention, but being to embarrassed to admit it.
blinks, he figures he's yet to learn fully that Lovino-speak... "Next time I'll be sure to ask for it." He hums, flicking his cigarette and taking a drag.
turns away, taking a shaky drag from his own cigarette. Gabriel was soon going to be the death of him....
shrugs, walking next to him and tugging his shoulder lightly. "Come on... the streets aren't so beautiful this time of the year but maybe you'll like it enough despite the pigeons."
follows aongside the other, giving him a look. "Vicious pigeons are everywhere. I've long learned to ignore them..." He does agree though, the landscape is gorgeous.
chuckles. "Ah, yes, Rome also suffers with them..." He muses. There's a momentarily urge to take the other's hand, but Gabriel shakes the thought aside and just hides his hand on his pocket instead._
"We don't have top-notch tailors, but there are many fabrics of great quality down that street, if you want to see... That other way, the bars, and down as we go, the shore."
would be interested in both. "We could go see fabrics. Maybe I could tell some people back home about them, we might start importing from here. Something different, si?"
nods. "I like how you think, boy." He grins a bit, obviously thinking of the money, and then guides him down to the streets. "This way, then I'll take you to the bars... And if you ever miss Lisboa, you_
can visit me, or read Fernando Pessoa."
hums. He doesn't read too much anymore, but he should. He scowl slightly though once Gabriel's words set in. "I'm not a boy. First Alfred, now you? I'm not that young, you know."
laughs. "Alfred? That one is a baby..." He shakes his head. "Romano, please, you could as well be older than me, for all I know... Or was that old man Rome." He taps his chin. "I think it's... well, your_
face. It's not bad but..." He sighs, going red in the cheeks and looking away, huffing some smoke.
himself has always been a little hazy about where he started, and where Nonno ended in terms of history. They were around at the same time after all. But it still stands that he is quite old...he raises an_
_eyebrow at Gabriel, having never seen him blush before. "What are you thinking about?"
takes a long drag before he adds. "Well, I find it attractive, just that..." He smiles, still a little red in the cheeks. "It's like the bad life never got to you, somehow."
blushes darkly at that, but he scoffs. "Then I must be good at hiding it. Europe has always been a clusterfuck..." Gabriel wasn't so bad himself. Even if he did look like a hobo sometimes.
does shaves, he promises it! He's worried about his appearance anyway, but shaving is something else... He
scratches his neck, thinking. "Well, maybe you are. Still, I mean what I said."
blushes a little at that. "Well..grazie. You're not so shitty looking yourself, when you remember to shave." It's a compliment. Gabriel might have to squint to see it, but it's there.
nods. "Thanks, then... I guess." He keeps walking, passing by a store with some different and well-made fabrics.
pauses in the window, staring a little. Huh... "Can we go inside?"
pauses. "Ah, certainly!" He laughs, waving a hand and guiding him inside. "They should understand your italian, but I'll help you."
rolls his eyes. "I can speak more than just Italian, you know...would Spanish be easier for them? English even?"
chuckles. "Start with English, then present yourself as italian... then they'll speak Spanish." he waves a hand, walking the Roman into the shop.
rolls his eyes, but smiles a little. "Si, si..." He walks in, greeting them in English at first. But his eyes are already roaming and inspecting the different fabrics.
waves at one of the ladies, chatting in Portuguese. The salesman nearby starts a conversation with Romano in Spanish, showing the fabrics around.
converses with the man easily, inquiring about a few, and making sure to feel each other them.
mostlt watches him while talking to the lady, the old man presentibg him some o sale, and some that are more expensive.
Romano
hopes
it doesn't show how..er, excited he's getting. He's always loved the fashion scene in Milan, even though most people thought it was more Feliciano's area of expertise. Even if his brother did love it, who _
_didn't like a finely tailored suit?
chuckles softly, asking in Portuguese for a discount while the salesman looks at the italian and asks if he has found anything he wants to buy so far.
tries to hide his smile. He starts gesturing to a few different fabrics, a few yards of each.
snickers as the salesman's eyes glimmer in excitement, grabbing everything and cutting the fabrics readily. He's never made such a wonderful sale.
Romano
will
definitely be coming back here. He loves the fabrics here, the weight is so different.
walks up to him, patting his shoulder. " So, did you like my fabrics?"
Romano
is
too busy gushing -in a manly way of course- over the new fabrics, that he doesn't notice Gabriel until the other pats him. He turns around, clearing his throat. "Ah..Si. Si, they're very nice. I'll drop these_
_off at a friend's in Milan. If we need more I'll come back. He has a fashion show to prepare for, so..."
nods. "Well, anytime! But if you do come back to Portugal, do tell me... There's plenty to see." He smiles a bit more charmingly, proud that he could impress the other.
Romano
is
sure there is. "Si, si...would you want to come to the fashion show?"
shrugs. "Why not? I'd like to see what became of my fabrics..."
smiles at that. "You won't be disappointed."
grins. "Well, if you've paid for the fabrics and is ready to go..." He points out to the exit.
nods, thanking the shopkeep. "Si, si." He picks up his things, heading for the exit.
waves at his people, guiding the other out with a hand on his lower back. "So, what do you wish to do now?"
blushes at the contact, and almost stumbles. But he keeps his cool -kind of- and doesn't say anything. "Ah..." Hm. "Well, tell me. What is there to do in your home?"
shrugs. "Anything there's to do in a big city... There are the cafes, there are movies, there are libraries... Or we can hop on one of the monorails." He chuckles. "There's the churches and touristic tours of_
always, but it's 6pm now so... we might as well leave for another day." He pockets his phone, after checking the time.
hums. "We can go to a cafe, I suppose. I'm sure there are.." He makes a vague hand motion. "With lights and such for when it gets dark. Those are usually quite nice."
nods. "There's one up that street." He points to what looks a bit like going up a hill. "You'll like it, and don't worry, it's not that dangerous here at night." He assures the other, walking. "After that,_
Gabriel
will
you go home or sleep around?"
blinks. He's sure he's heard that last part wrong. "Che cosa? Are you expecting me to go have some one night stand after..." What was this? Certainly not a date..was it? "After everything?" Vague as shit. _
"I'm not one for casual sex, idiota. What the hell..."
sighs. "I was offering you the spare room for the night..." He pauses and laughs after. "Glad to hear you're already thinking about sex, makes my self-esteem higher..." he teases, walking.
blushes crimson red, and tries not to sputter. "You...you just...word things stupid!" He huffs, trying to fight away his blush.
nods. "Sure, it's my fault, do forgive me..." He smiles. "So, if you want to rest and leave tomorrow morning, the invitation is made. Oh, there's the café!" he points.
looks towards the cafe, too embarrassed to even look at Gabriel right now. "Ah...Si. I just..I don't like travelling at night, so I will. Grazie..."
Gabriel
is
trying not to laugh more for the other's sake. "Then it's settled... I hope you don't mind it's tonio's room... Was, is, whatever." He shrugs, making his way to the entrance and holding the door open.
would probably be more comforted by that than anything... "That idiota?" He makes a show of rolling his eyes. "Si, it's fine..." He slips in, glancing around.
gets them both a table at the back, waiting for the other to sit down so they can order. He laughs a bit at the other's reactions, but still, he feels a certain awkwardness... Oh, raios.
sits, flipping through the menu. It's all in Portuguese, but he can pick out a few words that are similar enough to Italian or Spanish.
looks up at him. "If you need any translations... 'Sanduíches' are sandwiches, 'café' is coffee — all the names are in italian, and presunto is ham." he chuckles, waiting for him. "Alas, I swear 'bolas de_
Berlim' has nothing to do with Germany." He grins.
rolls his eyes. "Grazie a Dio. I'd be surprised if there was anything German in your home. I'll just have..." He was always a little indecisive with food that wasn't his own. "Ah...do they have any specials?"
laughs. "Nothing but their beer... Which is everywhere." He shrugs, trying not to let out he was quite an enthusiast, despite wine still being his favourite drink. "Are you hungry? Because francesinhas are_
really good, if you feel like a complete sandwich... if not, bolinhos de bacalhau are a good one. Codfish is the speciality here."
would like to try a speciality. "Bolinhos de bacalhau sounds good, then." He's pleased he doesn't really have to stumble over Portuguese like he does other languages. It's close enough to Italian.
looks up once he hears the other's accent, smiling. That was surprisingly good... "Very well." he nods, waiting for the waiter. "You'll like them."
Romano
is
sure he will. "Are you getting something different?"
shrugs. "I don't feel like eating, so I'll just have a cappuccino..." he waves it off, smiling a bit.
frowns a little at that. He feels very rude to be the only one eating. "You can have some of mine if you want."
chuckles. "Alright... But don't think much, I just smoke too often... kills the hunger a bit, you know?"
Romano
gives
him a look. "Too much isn't good for you." He smoked too, but not often.
flushes at that. "Not you too..." he sighs sadly, huffing and looking ahead. "But I agree. I guess."
smiles at that. "Who else has been giving you hell?"
smiles a bit. "Who, besides my baby brother?"
nods. He should have figured that. "He worries, I'm sure."
sighs. "Too much, most of the times." He bites his lower lip, waiting for the food to arrive.
perks up when it arrives almost on cue. "You're brothers, don't you worry about him just the same?"
nods and smiles at the waitress, before he adds sugar and sips his cappuccino. "Take a guess..." he jokes, shaking his head. "Especially when he goes around with France. It's trouble."
scowls at that. "The stupid wine bastard is a bad influence on him, not to mention that fucking moron Prussia..."
sighs, rubbing his temples. "Prussia... It's not even what worries me the most, I fought at his side and he's a trustworthy man, but France..." he huffs, crossing his arms.
sighs. "Well. He's dating that eyebrow bastard's brother, si? So he won't be handsy around Antonio anymore." Hopefully.
snickers. "Hopefully indeed..." He blinks, then finds it funny how protective of Antonio they both are. The lucky bastard... "Say, do you want another coffee?"
perks up a little at that. "Si, per favore. That would be great." He thinks Antonio tends to have that effect on people.
hums, ordering the coffee as he's thinking, looking away with an oddly devious smirk as he thinks.
Romano
is
a little...wary about looks like that. "Oi, what the hell is that look for?"
blinks, snapping out of it. "Hm, what look?"
narrows his eyes a little, suspicious. "That look. That look that belongs on the..the uglier potato bastard." Gilbert, he means.
chuckles. "We fought a couple wars together, but ah... it's nothing."
quirks an eyebrow at that. "You and Antonio, si?" Because Gabriel and Prussia would just be...weird.
shakes his head. "No, me and Prussia, actually." He smiles.
stares at him like he's insane.
laughs softly at that, shaking his head. "Alright, you don't believe me, then fine..."
shakes his head as well. "I don't...did Antonio organize this? I don't understand which battles,...why..."
shrugs. "One day I'll tell you... not now. It requires time." He brushed the subject off after, humming.
hums, dropping it for now. "Si, okay." It was just...weird, that thought. Prussia and Gabriel? Then again, Europe was a huge clusterfuck for a very long time.
chuckles softly, lighting up a cigarette since they're outside. "Old, old wars anyway... you know how we are. I fought my brother, married him... See, a lot can happen."
rolls his eyes. "Sii, I know. I was there, remember?"
gulps. "Yeah..." He suddenly tenses at that, looking down.
quirks an eyebrow at that. "Che cosa?"
sighs. "It's nothing." He smiles softly at that, sipping his coffee and stealing a bolinho for himself.
swats at him playfully. "Oi!"
laughs. "What? I'll order more if you want, silly... But there's more food at my place, since you'll sleep there..."
Romano
likes
those, though... "Well then you better order more, unless you have those at your place."
nods. "There are if you give me time to fry them."
didn't know that... "Then I don't mind either way."
smiles and places enough money on the table to pay for everything. "Let us go then?"
frowns a little. "I could have paid for something, idiota."
laughs softly as he tugs on the other, humming. "My treat, you thank me later. Come." He calls, waving a hand.
grumbles under his breath, but follows after him. "Che..."
reaches over for his hand, smiling a bit as he scratches his own scar a bit. "It'll be a faster walk now... Do you need to buy anything? Go anywhere?"
flushes when their hands bump together. He huffs and scowls, looking the other way, but he lightly laces their fingers together. "No...not that I can think of, anyways."
nods again. "Hm, alright then." He is pleased at the added contact, Lovino proving himself much more romantic than he supposed the other would be. Quite the winning situation he had, if that got anywhere...
glances over at him. "Should there be something?" Or somewhere.
blinks. "Hm? No, not at all. I just.. well, you're just staying for a night, you can use my stuff if you need and extra shampoo." He grins, guiding the other back home. "I'll have your tickets to travel back_
tomorrow set, it's easier if I do."
flushes at the reminder. "Ah si...I think I just need to call my boss...and Venceciano."
hums. "You can sleep on the couch, the extra room, the kitchen, outside... You pick." My bed, he adds mentally, then snickers. "Sure. Better to use your phone or.. well, you can use mine."
rolls his eyes. "I can sleep in Antonio's room, it's fine. I just have to call, so Veneciano remembers to feed Maddy since I won't be home."
snickers and nods, pausing to open his house's door and let the other in.
slips inside, leaving his shoes by the door as he wanders inside. He immediately pulls out his cellphone, and calls his brother.
Gabriel
gives
him time as he too wanders in, slipping out of his shoes before he moves to the kitchen to smoke a bit and check on Taquim.
Romano
has
left strict instructions with his brother about Maddy...and also called the neighbour, as he'd sure Feliciano will forget.
walks back while laughing softly, waving a bit. "I'm frying more bolinhos for you, alright?"
perks up at that. He says his quick goodbyes, and hangs up. "Si? Grazie, that sounds great."
hums, adding oil to the frying pan as he turns on the fire, fetching the bolinhos from the freezer. "Ah, there it goes... Bárbara was here last week, so I made her some."