Title: Siesta
Rating: T/PG-13
Wordcount: 600+/-
Pairing/Characters: Spain/South Italy/Spain (Antonio/Lovino/Antonio)
Summary: Lovino tries to wake up Spain, who is taking a nap. Pure fluff.
Disclaimer: (applicable to the entire series of one-shots) I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia in any way, shape or form.
A/N: For the kink meme (link in profile, or simply google "hetalia kink meme"). sleepy!Spain is absolute love. Heck, this pairing is love, period. Lovelovelovelove.

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Lovino stared and stared at the Spaniard currently sprawled in bed. He had to admit it; the weather was perfect for a nap. Warm, but with a breeze cool enough to make it bearable and pleasant.

…but it was already time to get the fuck up, especially since Antonio himself had requested to be woken up about this time.

He had tried to talk to him, poke him, drag the curtains to let the sunlight do the trick, but the reactions had been, respectively, to grumble and turn around, bat his hand away, and drag the covers and cover himself up to the root of his hair. And yet, the bastard showed no signs to wake up, not even slightly.

An urge to use his "special waking technique" was slowly getting to him, but he'd rather save it for desperate times, so to speak. That, and he figured Spain had a right to fear it now that his body was bigger, unlike his child-self.

Grumbling some more, he tried again, now yanking the covers off the Spaniard's face, towering above him. Not seeing any change, he reached out, shaking him by the shoulder.

There was some grumbling, but the bastard, again, resumed sleeping the second he stopped shaking him, a stupid smile in his face.

Merda, he thought. He shook him harder this time.

"Lovi~" Antonio said, and then laughed. He stopped, puzzled. Why was he laughing? "Lovino, Lovi, so cute~."

He bit his lip, feeling himself blush, a wave of insults going through his head. What the hell was up with this bastard? He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to will the stupid blush to get away. That idiot called him that all the time, what was so freaking special about now?

Climbing to the bed, kneeling next to him, he decided to get him up once and for all.

Except it seemed the weight on the bed alerted the Spaniard, and he pounced.

"Ehhh?" Lovino said, suddenly feeling himself trapped between Antonio's arms "BASTARD!" he yelled "YOU WERE AWAKE?"

"I woke up just now," Antonio said, a little sleepy (and amused) smile on his face "were you climbing to the bed to sleep with me, Lovi?" he asked

"I was trying to wake you up, like you asked, you idiot!" he spat, trying with all his might to get off the bed

"Let's sleep a bit more, sí?" he said, apparently royally ignoring him

"No way, it's way past siesta time! And let me go, idiot!"

"You know…" he started, ignoring him again "I was just dreaming about you. When you used to sleep with me when you were little…" Lovino felt the arms around him loosen up, allowing him to scoot away just enough to look at the smile in Antonio's face.

Lovino stopped struggling. His fist found Antonio's shirt and gripped it lightly, his red face getting closer to the other man's chest.

"Ten minutes. No more" he grumbled in the end.

Antonio chuckled, bringing him closer again, his hands going up and down his back, soothingly. "Aren't you going to take your clothes off?" he teased, his finger playing a little with Lovino's pants. He chuckled again when he felt Lovino begin to struggle and said "kidding, I'm just kidding, please stay".

"Enjoy your precious ten minutes of sleep already… idiot," Lovino grumbled.

Antonio smiled at the shy, yet commanding tone, kissing Lovino's forehead before accommodating himself on the bed. "Gracias, Lovi…" he said.

All the answer he got was Lovino snuggling closer.

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A/N: Merda is "shit" in Italian. Gracias is Spanish for "thanks", sí is Spanish for "yes". Just in case. I will post more drabbles and or fics as I edit them. I can't tell you how often that will happen, as I will only publish as chapters here short fics/drabbles, but this two are in my brain often enough that I live to write them.

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