Lovino just felt...tingly. He couldn't really describe it - it wasn't like the kind of feeling you would feel when your leg fell asleep, this was more pleasurable. It took him moments to realize what had happened.

"OI, BASTARD," Lovino shouted as he shot up in the bed, blushing as he touched his hair curl. The Spainard next to him didn't seem to disturb - he was a heavy sleeper. Antonio still had his arms around Lovino, snuggling his torso. The Italian slowly sat back down in his bed, this time, his curl away from Antonio.

"I love you, bastard," he muttered under his breath as he moved closer to Antonio.