The blankets twisted and turned roughly on the bed of the Italian as he cursed and tried to fall asleep,

All he could hear was that insistent pacing of his roommate, Antonio.

Antonio was an insomniac, and his pacing drove Lovino mad as the Spaniard insisted to do so as if he just needed to walk off his awake mind as if that exhaustion ever tired the Spanish man.

Sometimes, he even muttered to himself in irritation, and that was what he was doing tonight; all the muttering and pacing was driving his Italian roommate mad.

"If you don't stop pacing and muttering to yourself when I'm trying to sleep, you won't be able to fucking pace or mutter." Lovino grumbled.

To that, he received an apologetic mutter of, "Lo siento, Lovi."

He felt the weight of another body crawl in to bed beside him, and the warmth of arms over him.

"Why are you in my bed?" Lovino snapped yet again though this time for a different reason.
"Because I can't pace anymore." Lovino could hear the pout in the Spaniard's voice.

"And my bed is where you go?" Lovino grumbled in question.

"Yes, porque I love you." Antonio scooted around to kiss his Italian on the lips.

Lovino grumbled and turned away to get away from the other person in his bed.

His face reddened in color, but it was these little moments that added just a bit more brightness to Lovino's nights; the moments when Antonio would crawl in to bed beside him to sleep better as Antonio would claim as well and often enough.

Lovino thrilled over being Antonio's safe place to sleep though he did so quietly.

He'd much rather Antonio did not know that fact, but it would never ever stop the Italian from enjoying and savoring the warmth provided by his Spaniard cuddled up to him at night on many of those difficult nights.