#like i just need a sec to recover from this shock it's obviously triggered some ptsd

[snapbackslide]

you know, it kind of bothers me that this is what it took for everyone to start talking about how well his line has been doing.

i've been talking about the 51-71-40 line all year, and i'm glad people are finally starting to realize just how good they are, but gosh. this sucks.

and i understand why people are bringing up johnny, obviously we all flashed back to that, but according to the details they released it definitely was not as serious, so i wish it would stop being compared. if only for my own sanity...

the fact emil walked away from the incident, and apparently didn't feel the effects until today, makes me think it really isn't worth worrying about. which is so, so relieving, for me.

[wolfpawn]

I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 32

Chapter Summary -   Tom and Danielle have more fun when they go to her hotel room.

Previous Chapter

Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long.  This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

Note - Smut in this chapter. 

tags: @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog  @jessibelle-nerdy-mum@nonsensicalobsessions @damalseer @hiddlesbitch1 @winterisakiller @fairlightswiftly @salempoe

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“We really should eat,” Tom commented, his lips barely leaving Danielle’s.

“Mmhmm, yes.” She agreed, but her actions conflicted with her words as she attacked his mouth again. “In a sec.”

“You are your own worst enemy,” Tom chuckled as he pulled her closer to him.

“Tom.” Her voice was a pleading gasp.

Tom did not take a moment to understand what it was she was begging for, lifting her up so that her legs were around his waist. “Elle.” He moaned into her mouth as her body rubbed against his. “We…food.”

“Soon.” She groaned, grinding herself into him.

That was all Tom could bear, after craving her for so long and finally having been able to have her, Tom turned and placed her on the bed, crawling over her as his hands gently but purposely making their way to her ass. “Elle.”

“Please.” She begged, grinding herself into him, trying to show him what she craved so desperately, her hand making its way to his pants, trying to unbutton the offending item.

It took mere moments before both had attacked the clothing that were in their way, her top pulled up, her bra pulled down slightly, her breasts exposed, her pants thrown across the room, its current location unknown to either of them due to their lust. Tom’s shirt was open and his pants and boxers pulled down only enough to be out of the way. “How are you so eager again already?” He smiled, he was by no means complaining, but he was curious as to the cause of her eagerness.

“I…too long.”

Not waiting for her to go further into an explanation, Tom caressed the skin of her hip before slowly allowing his hand to gently slide in between her legs. “Elle.”

“Yes.” Her consent, though he knew she gave it without speaking, was all the better when she uttered it. Her hands making their way to his ass, loving that she finally got to touch it, having almost punctured her lip on more than one occasion with her teeth while watching Crimson Peak and The Night Manager and seeing his delectable derriere on-screen, dreaming of being able to feel it in her hands, finally getting to do so; since she could not do so from above him the night before.

“My turn in charge,” He grinned sinfully, gently pulling himself down her body until his face was just over the apex of her thighs, his warm breath causing her to moan as it brushed against her exposed body. He glanced up at her for a moment, and seeing the eager nod she gave, began to use his tongue to moisten her enough to use his fingers on her, before using his thin lips to suck her clit from its hiding place and putting two slender fingers into her, stroking her wet body, knowing at any moment he would find that spot within her that had turned her so wanton mere hours before. “Where are you?” He teased before nipping gently at her now exposed clit. The manner in which she swore as she bucked off the bed to his mouth told him his search was successful. “Good?”

“Fuck, Tom.”

“You sound good like this.” He grinned, noting how much wetter she was getting.

“Stop fucking teasing me.” She growled, her hand going to his head, trying to get him to continue what he was doing.

“Tsk, tsk, so eager.” He teased, but wanting her to come to orgasm quickly, he attacked her clit again with his lips, pursing them tightly around it as his tongue gently flicked against it, his fingers stroking over the small nerves within her with purpose, not wanting to prolong his actions much longer.

“Tom.” Elle yelped as her legs began to shake and it began to feel too good. “I…”

Tom said nothing in response, instead, he hastened his actions, his reward was her blunt nails scratching his scalp as her ass left the bed and her body bowed up to him, wanting as much friction as was possible. He moaned as he felt her release around his fingers and against his chin, his lightly whiskered facial hair only adding to her pleasure. Finally, she slumped onto the bed, her breaths fast and shallow. “I take it that as you enjoying yourself.” He grinned.

“Eh, yeah.” She gasped between breaths, “Did I…did I hurt you?”

“Not at all, I actually enjoyed that.” he grinned, pulling himself up next to her, bringing the duvet over them.

“What about you?” she asked, looking at him.

“What about me?”

“Don’t you want to…?”

Tom frowned for a second, noting the hurt tone of her voice, trying to figure out what had caused her mood to slump so suddenly after she had clearly been pleasured. “Don’t I want to what?”

“You…you didn’t…” Danielle bit her lips together, her upset confusing him.

“Wait, you think I don’t want to…” he realised, she nodded, to her shock, he chuckled. “Oh, my beautiful Elle.” He pulled her into him, kissing her before taking her hand and guiding it down his body until it was met by a very hard appendage. “Does this look like disinterest to you?” he asked playfully.

“But then, why not…”

“If you want to, then yes, but I am not the sort of man to expect that getting you off means I can just mount you like a broodmare and chase my own pleasure immediately after.” He scoffed.

“God, you are so blunt sometimes.” Danielle laughed, but she pulled him in for another kiss, pulling him over her as she did so. “I want to make you feel good too. So, here is your choice Mister Hiddleston.” She stated confidently.

“Ooh, I like the way you say that, Darling.” He grinned as he raised a brow.

“Duly noted. So, you can have your way here,” she grabbed his ass and pulled herself up so her drenched core rubbed against the underneath of his cock, the appendage seemingly realising what it was so close to and twitched eagerly as he moaned at the sensation she sent shooting through it. “Or, you can have it here.” She leant her face toward him, her lips pressing against his before her tongue snaked into his mouth.

“Fuck, you are a little tease.” He groaned, “I… fuck.” His mind clouded, not knowing which to have. Tired from the days of jetlag and travel, he slumped down on her for a moment and found himself rubbing against her leg, her smaller height meaning her core was closer his abdomen. Thinking he meant to imply he wanted to be in her, Danielle shirked down slightly until her heat was at the head of his leaking cock. “Yes.” He hissed, pushing himself up, his previous preparations meaning she was able to take him as he buried himself within her. Instantly, she wrapped her legs around and clenched herself around him. “Shit, you can do that on command?” he asked, looking down at her. Danielle gave a wicked grin in return. “Do it again.” She did, and he made a strangled noise as her body clenched around him. Wanting to feel even more pleasure, he started to move his hips, just slightly at first before his tempo and force increased slightly. “Whoever would have thought that the perfectly behaved Elle could be so fucking good at teasing?” he grinned, before kissing her again.

“Am I a tease?” she grinned, loving how his dimensions seemed to almost perfectly fit her, he was big and long, but it did not overstretch her.

“You fucking know it, don’t be so coy.” He snarled, the sound of his body hitting against hers was beginning to become cruder as her wetness flooded her thighs. “Fuck…Elle, you feel so fucking good.” He moaned. “I…Fuck.”

“Yes.” She clenched around him again, her nails digging into his toned ass.

For a moment, she was unsure as to whether she had hurt him with the noise he made as she clenched, but the frantic way he pounded into her, making pleading noises for more caused her to do it again. “Fuck!” he groaned, taking a few strong thrusts to fill her. His breathing heavy as he leant his forehead against hers. “I am so sorry.”

“For what?” she asked, confused.

Tom slid his hand between them, not surprised when he felt her exposed clit out, begging to be touched. Eagerly, he began to toy with it, moving his hips slightly as he was still not after softening, hoping to add more pleasure. “A gentleman should never leave a lady wanting.” He grinned, moving slightly, loving the way Elle was trying to force herself to remain quiet. “Don’t, Love, don’t hold it in, let me know how good it is.” He begged.

“I…”

“Yes.”

“Tom.”

“Danielle, my beautiful Elle, let me hear you, let go my love.”

The kind words he used causing her legs to shake more as her climax built, the feeling of him in her, the wet sound of their juices combined spurring her on. “Tom.”

“Please Elle, give me another one.” He begged, hastening his fingers as his cock began to soften slightly. “I want to give you another one.”

“Yes.” Her hips began to rise to him, she began to rub herself against him. “Tom.”

“That’s my beautiful Elle, come on darling.”

Wantonly, Danielle ground herself against him, moving herself in a way that his cock rubbed her just right before she flooded around him again, her cries mere soundless gasps.

“That’s it, Love, that’s it.” He encouraged loving the feel of her clenching around him. “That’s it.”

Danielle slumped onto the bed under him, covered in their sweat. “I…Fuck me.” She exclaimed.

“Give me a few, I need to recover from that first.” He joked, falling to his side beside her, before pulling her over to him. “Who could have guessed you were so passionate.” He smiled, playing with her hair.

“Do I seem boring?” she asked.

“Not boring, no, just, I think I thought that id I was to get to see you like this, I would have to fight through a lot of walls first to do so.”

“I am not going to lie, Tom, it sounds like you are implying I am an easy lay.” She looked at him to show her hurt.

“No Elle, Jesus, I would never say that. You said you didn’t do it since you came to England, so that tells me you’re not. I just…I am making a total balls of this. You are better than I ever could have hoped, you…you just are amazing in every way.” He tried to explain.

“I…What on Earth have you been doing in relationships?” She asked, looking at him worriedly. He looked at her questioningly. “I thought, well, by today’s standard, that I am very normal in bed, and you think that is amazing?”

“You can be normal and amazing, I am not exactly ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ either.”

“Really, that Interview photoshoot says different?”

“You liked that?” Tom asked with a raised brow.

Danielle curled in against him. “Well, it was different.”

“What did you really think?” he asked, pulling her back a little.

“I think we should order food.” She tried to turn to get out of bed. “Are you trying to get in a certain shape for a role, because there is a carbonara here that will…TOM!” he pulled her back to him, pinning her under him, a wolfish smile on his face.

“Answer me, Elle.”

“No.” she squeaked.

“You liked it, didn’t you? Are you into that sort of thing?” his eyes flickered side to side as he studied her.

“No, but…”

“But? But is interesting, but what, darling?”

Danielle pulled a pillow over her face. “You looked good.” Her voice muffled slightly.

“How good?” Tom smiled.

“Very. Enough for me to buy the magazine, and not throw it into the recycling after.”

“Can I let you in on a little secret my dear.” Danielle pulled the pillow off, her face was red from her admission. “I was uncomfortable as hell doing it, but I enjoyed it.”

“You didn’t look it.”

“I am glad you think so.” He smiled, leaning down to kiss her again. “Now, what is this about a carbonara?”

[sentinelprimefanatic]

Stolen Tomatoes (Romerica fanfic)

Alfred is caught stealing some of Lovino's tomatoes. An entire crateful, to be exact. Let's see how this goes...)

Alfred carries the heavy crate with ease and then sees Lovino. He tries to run away, but Lovino steps in front of him, utterly pissed off. Alfred gulps. "Ah shit."

Lovino crosses his arms and growls. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Alfred bites his lip and thinks about whether he wants to rat on someone or not. He chooses the latter. "Francis paid me $100 to steal your tomatoes. So I'm taking them."

Lovino frowns and growls again. "Give them back or... uh... i will.. fucking kill you bitch asswipe!"

Alfred laughs and then smirks. "I'm the hero bitch you can't kill me. I don't think you can even injure me!"

Lovino smirks back. "Welp, I guess i'm stealing all your burgers." He runs off.

Alfred's jaw drops in shock. "Wha-  OH NO YOU DON'T!" He chases Lovino at the speed of a football player. A really fit football player.

Lovino screamed curses in Italian and now ran faster than a cheetah, how him and his brother usually run when they get scared. 

Alfred, however, slowly gained on him. He balances the tomato crate on one hand. He slowly takes out his pistol and aims it at the Italian.

Lovino runs into Alfred's house and slams the door, locking it. 

Alfred smacks right into the door (which caused the crate of tomatoes to fall but don't worry the tomatoes weren't harmed), rubs his head, and growls. "YOU COME OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!" When Lovino didn't, he looked for his key. Realizing he left it inside, he jumps in through a window. It wasn't open, so glass get everywhere. He doesn't get a scratch on him, however. "GOD BLESS AMERICA! DON'T TOUCH MY BURGERS!" He points the pistol at Lovino.

Lovino screamed and stood frozen, terribly afraid of the American.

Alfred's tone becomes very venomous and menacing. "You better not touch my burgers. Understand? You aren't going to..." He smirked in a very creepy manner.

Lovino snickered. He had already thrown all the burgers in the sink, getting them all soggy. "Already did~!"

Alfred's eye twitches and he slowly laughs in a very eerie way. "Then you're so screwed..." He slowly pulled the trigger, the bullet zooming past Lovino's head. He fires two more times, one bullet also missing and the other one hits Lovino in the shoulder.

Lovino had been frozen with fear that entire time, but the pain in his shoulder snapped him back to reality. He clutched his shoulder as he ran up to Alfred and kicked the American in the dick REALLY HARD.

Alfred freezes in pain for a second before falling over in pain. He clenches his teeth. "oW.....YOU FUCKER!" He manages to shoot Lovino in the knee from the floor.

Lovino cried out in agony, clutching his knee now. "F-fuck off!"

Alfred snarls. "NEVER AND-" He realizes how much blood Lovino is loosing. It's really, REALLY bad. He gasps and covers his mouth, feeling immense guilt because it was his fault. "Oh shit dude, you're bleeding out..... like, A LOT."

Lovino glares at the American. "Yeah, because of YOU!" He lets out a low growl.

Alfred slowly gets up off the floor. "Oh god, I went nuts.....I really need to learn to control myself.....h-hold on one sec." He runs and gets the first aid kit from the bathroom. He then goes back over to Lovino, taking out a roll of bandages. "Let me take care of those wounds."

Lovino shakes his head. "No fuck you I'd rather bleed out!" He looks pale and there is pain in his voice, but he remains stubborn.

Alfred frowns and is really concerned for the poor Italian, who looks like he could pass out at any time. "Please, dude I'm sorry. I can't stand to see you in pain like this. Let me take care of it. Please?"

Lovino shakes his head and attempts to limp toward the door.

Alfred stands in the doorway. "You know what?! I don't fucking care if you don't want me to, I'm patching up those wounds." He prevents Lovino from leaving the house.

Lovino growled. "Fuck off you ASSHOLE!" He tried shoving Alfred out of the doorway, but is too weak to be able to.

"No, I'm trying to help you." Alfred pushes Lovino back and then grabs Lovino by the arm, dragging him to the couch in his living room. "Like I said, I'm bandaging those wounds." He holds Lovino against the couch.

Lovino screamed more Italian curse words and attempts to punch and kick Alfred like a little child, which only made Alfred grip Lovino's arm tighter.

Alfred holds Lovino down and pulls the bullets out of the wounds, then bandages them up. "There. That should be better."

Lovino stopped flailing when Alfred was done and glared at the American, feeling tired and dizzy.

Alfred sighs and shakes his head. "I'm so sorry, I get like that sometimes. I'm not able to control myself. At least you're okay now, though."

Lovino closed his eyes and his head fell to the side. 

Alfred began poking the Italian. "Hey, hey. Oh that's right, you lost a lot of blood, you need rest..." He shakes Lovino. "Hey, I know you need rest, but come on!" After realizing Lovino was still unresponsive and looked very weak, he began to panic. "Dude? Dude?! DUDE! PLEASE! Oh my god!" Alfred quiver a little with guilt and worry. "Oh my god...um..." He calls 911 and tells them to send an ambulance, then hangs up. "Okay, okay. Ambulance is on it's way. L-lovino, I'm so sorry.....if only you could hear me right now. I just hope you'll be okay." Lovino lets out a shaky breath and stirs a little, but otherwise doesn't do anything. 

Alfred sighs with relief. "Oh thank god, at least he's breathing. Still, it's better for him to still go to the hospital. I may have bandaged his wounds, but he could need some kind of blood transfusion. Shit, I messed up..." The ambulance arrives and the paramedics tell Alfred that Lovino will be fine. They say that he just needs some time to recover, meaning he will have to stay here for a while, and that nothing else is needed. Then they leave. "Oh thank god, he just needs rest. Well, I'm going to cook something for him." Alfred starts to cook burgers.

Lovino wakes up about an hour later, in tears and confused as to where he was. "Wh-wha?"

Alfred sees that Lovino is awake and walks over to him, then sits on the couch by him and smiles. "Oh, hey! You're awake. The paramedics said you didn't lose too much blood and you'll be fine. You just need some rest. Which means your stuck in my house for a while. Sorry about that."

Lovino blinked a few times and looked up at the American. "Shit.....you can't be serious..."

Alfred nods. "Yep. You're stuck here. At least you get your tomatoes back. After what I did, I don't think I could possibly still keep those from you. Plus, while your here, I'm giving you food. I know you don't like burgers and I kinda burnt the ones I made anyway, hehe, so I ordered a pizza instead."

"Pizza...American pizza is shit." Lovino yawned, both groggy from sleep and pissy from an annoying headache.

Alfred chuckles. "No, It's from an actual authentic Italian pizza place, not Dominoes or Pizza Hut. I know you don't like that shit and to be honest, I don't either. I mean, it's not as bad as Arthur's cooking, but still bad enough."

Lovino nodded and smiled slightly, looking at Alfred with eyes sparkling with wonder.

"You're adorable!" Alfred smiled but then covered his mouth in embarrassment after realizing what he said.

"W-wha?" Lovino's face flushed with pink, wondering why the fuck Alfred called him adorable.

Alfred also blushes and laughs nervously. "U-um...I mean.....fuck." He covers his face with his hands. "Pretend y-you didn't h-hear that..."

Lovino nodded and looked down, still blushing furiously. "O-okay..." He looked as red as a tomato.

Alfred sighed and shook his head. He stayed silent until he recovered from the embarrassment. "Um, so, wanna watch a movie or something while we wait for the pizza?"

Lovino nodded. He would be bored just laying there, so he had to do something. And watching a movie was something. "Nothing too scary! Not like i can't take it.. I know you're a scaredy cat when it comes to movies..."

Alfred gasps. "N-no I'm not! I'm the hero, I'm not scared of anything!"

Lovino gives hi a skeptical look. "You were scared when you thought I was hurt."

Alfred nods. "Yeah, well, that's because I didn't want anything to happen to you! A hero can't let anyone he cares about die! And I....care about you..." Alfred bit his lip, hoping Lovino wouldn't ask why? But that's obviously unavoidable.

Lovino raises a brow. "Why? I'm Romano, barely even Italy. I'm not a very nice person and I'm not as well loved as mi fratello. So why?"

"Well....because I......uh...." Alfred blushes a dark red as he hesitates with telling Lovino how he feels. The Italian might not accept him or return the feelings. He's scared of rejection. Always has, always will be.

Lovino looks up at Alfred again, his golden pools of hazel meeting Alfred's electric blue. Lovino blushes harder as he does this. Could someone actually care for him that much? He didn't think so... If Alfred did, however, it would be amazing.

Alfred clear his throat, deciding it was time to confess how he feels. "I.......I love you. Y-you don't h-have to feel t-the same way. B-but! If you do, that would be p-pretty great!" He was very, VERY nervous. The hero being nervous? Ha! Never in his life did he think something like this would happen. Let's just hope Arthur doesn't found out, he'd laugh at him for days.

"Well...." Lovino smiles, but then frowns. "B-but you sh-shot me though..."

"I-I know...." Alfred looks down, feeling incredibly guilty and regretful. Sometimes things like this made him think he was the villain. His eyes water at this thought. "I w-went out of control, w-went way t-too far....I'm s-so sorry..."

"I-it's okay.." Lovino sighed and crossed his arms, leaning into Alfred a little. "Ti amo, bastardo..." Lovino looked away, asking himself how he could have fallen for the annoying American. 

Alfred rubs his eyes, then smirks and kisses Lovino on the cheek. "I love you too~"

Lovino looks at Alfred and glares. "Get off, dumbass."

"Aw come on!" Alfred laughs. "Alright, alright. What kind of movie do you want to watch?"

Lovino shrugs. "I don't care."

Alfred smirks. "Really now? Alright, I'm putting on Frozen." He grabs the remote and searches for Frozen on the TV, eventually finding it and putting it on.

Lovino looked at Alfred in horror. "oH GOD NO!"

"Well you said anything~" Alfred teases Lovino. "If you can think of another movie, I won't make you watch it." 

Lovino sighed and thought for a moment. After not being able to think of one, he shakes his head. "Um....fuck.....I can't....fine, watch it if you want. I'm going to sleep you asshat."

Alfred eyes widen and he shakes his head. "No wait! I don't want you to sleep!" He whimpers like a frightened puppy. "I'll put something else on, just don't sleep!"

Lovino raised a brow at the American, curious as to why Alfred was suddenly so scared. "Hmm?"

Alfred calms himself down. "Sorry, I uh........I get kinda scared if I'm either alone or everyone else is sleeping. It's from watching to many horror movies, I guess."

Lovino shakes his head. "Whatever. I'll stay awake. But CHANGE THE FUCKING CHANNEL."

"Okay. Instead of Frozen, I'll put on.....um, how about Home Alone? Is that alright?" Alfred waits for approval. 

Lovino nodded and smiled warmly. He certainly hadn't done that in a while. "Sure. That's fine."

Alfred smiles back at the Italian and takes Frozen out of the DVD player. He puts Home Alone in and when he does the doorbell rings. "Oh hey I bet that's the pizza!" He goes to the door and comes back with four boxes of pizza, three bags of garlic knots with a side container of marinara sauce, and two bags of zeppolis. "Sweet! Now we can eat while we watch!" He sets the food on the table in front of the couch and takes a slice of pizza, stuffing it into his mouth "Mmmmmmm!" He talks with his mouth full. "Ith tathe good!"

Lovino looked at the Amercan and laughed. "Fucking eight year old!" He stuffed his face with the food as well. He had never been so hungry in his life. 

Alfred swallows the food. "Yeah, I can be a bit messy with food." His cat comes in and swipes a garlic knot. "Hey, Americat, that's not for you!"

Lovino grabbed the cat, hugging it. What can he say? He loves cats. Alfred laughs. "Isn't he just the fluffiest? I'm going to have to cut his fur when spring comes because fur like that isn't good for warmer weather." Lovino didn't care about that. He just wanted to keep hugging the precious thing. He nuzzled into the cat's belly. "Mhm.... warm..."

Alfred laughs some more and then gets up to get something to drink, but trips over a cat toy. "Oof! Dangit, this is what I get for getting him so many toys!"

Lovino laughed at the American, whining when the cat squirmed free running off. "It's okay, he'll come back when he wants to. I'm just curious where my new husky buddy Bandit is. Eh, probably upstairs messing up my bed. He better not pee on it!" Alfred sits back on the couch, chugging an entire bottle of soda. Lovino glanced at Alfred, watching and enjoying the movie. Believe it or not, this was his first time seeing Home Alone. Alfred does a spit take when a funny part of the movie comes, getting soda all over the floor. it also comes out his nose. "Aw shit, hahaha!" Lovino jumped and snickered. "Grooossss!" His snickering turned into laughter as he had never seen so much soda come out of someone's nose. Like, wow! Alfred falls off the couch in a fit of laughter, the cat coming back to lick the soda up. "Hey, Americat, soda's not for cats!" Lovino grabbed the cat, running upstairs. He was bored of the movie and wanted some fun. What? He gets bored easily! "Hey come back with my cat!" Alfred follows him, laughing. Alfred loved games like this. This was way better than a movie he had seen over fifty times.  Lovino disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door before Alfred could see where he went. He stayed dead silent.

"Aw come on! Come out! You know, I think I know a way to find you!" Alfred decides to try something to get him to stop hiding. he sings a song he thinks Lovino won't be able to resist singing. "I am aware~ that I am an asshole.~ I really don't care~ about all of that though.~"

Lovino was sitting in the bath tub with the curtain closed, watching the door silently. It was so hard to resist singing along, but he managed.  "Goddammit! It didn't work. Hmmm.......hey, Lovino! Come out or I'm smashing all your tomatoes!" Alfred chuckles to himself. That'll get him!

"No you're not!" Lovino covered his mouth quickly. He fucked up.

"Oh yes I am!" Alfred had heard him and knows which room he's in. He goes to the door of the bathroom "I'll give you one last chance to come out on your own!" Lovino silently gets up, sneaks behind the door, and hides behind it when Alfred opens it. Alfred opens the door slowly. "Lovinoooooo.... Where are youuuuu?" He looks around "Hey, it doesn't look like he's in here. I coulda sworn..." Lovino holds his breath. He doesn't want to be caught because he is worried. "Dude just come out seriously I wanted to watch a movie with you not play hide and seek!"

That was a lie, Alfred wanted to play this all day if he could.

Americat meows, revealing Lovino's hiding spot. "Ha! I heard the cat!" Alfred walks into the room, still not checking behind the door like an idiot. "Hmmm....." He turns and sees him behind the door "Aha! Found you! Now hand over the cat!"

Lovino shakes his head. "NO! My cat now! Mine!"

"Hey, I'm the one who feeds him! He's MY cat! Gimme! Now!" Alfred crosses his arm and taps his foot impatiently. "Make me!" Lovino stuck out his tongue. Alfred grabs the cat away from him and runs, laughing. 

Lovino  followed jumping on his back, like a piggy back ride. "No! Gimme!"

Alfred laughs even harder. "Come on dude, get off! I'm gonna fall over, even if you're surprisingly light!"  Lovino laughed. "Neverrr! The cat will be miiine!" Alfred runs around the house with his cat in his arms and Lovino on his back until he reaches the couch. He ends up dropping the cat and faceplanting into the couch.

Lovino sat on his back triumphantly. "Ha! I win, bastardo!"

"Aw man! That was fun! But could you maybe get off of me? I want to eat more food before my cat steals it all." Alfred chuckles. He had one crazy cat. Lovino laid his head on the middle of Alfred's shoulder bones, ignoring him. "Seriously, dude, off!" Alfred flailed a little. He really wanted to get up so he could eat! He was starving! Alfred sighs and stops flailing. "Okay. But only because this is actually kind of comfortable!" He wraps his arms around Lovino. Lovino smiled lightly, warm and comfortable where he is. Plus, kinda happy to be with the American. Alfred yawns. "Man, I'm really sleepy." He starts cuddling him. what can he say? he gets cuddly when he's tired. Lovino fell asleep, sighing blissfully.  Alfred also falls asleep and wakes up a few hours later. "Lovino?" He yawns and kisses Lovino on the cheek. "Wake up, we slept for a bit and now I wanna do something." Lovino whined. "My arm hurts.....a lot...."  "Of course it does, you got shot in the shoulder , remember? I could get you an aspirin or something to dull the pain." Alfred bit his lip, feeling the guilt of his actions again. Lovino nuzzled into Alfred, just wanting to be cozy and not wanting to move. Alfred sighs and kisses him on the nose. "Heh, I'm so glad you're stuck with me for a while. I like spending time with you."

"I'm not very fun when i'm pissy..." Lovino yawns.

"No, but I still love you. And like I said, I could get you an aspirin. Would you like me to get you one so your arm won't hurt?" Alfred picks his head up a little.

Lovino just nods, not wanting to even speak right now. "Then two aspirins. I'll go get you them." Alfred carefully pushes Lovino off of him and onto the couch. Then he goes to the bathroom and comes back with a glass of water and two aspirin pills. He hands them to him. "Here." Lovino  took them, swallowing them. "Mmm... what do you want to do?" "Play with the cat?" Alfred takes out a laser pointer. "Last time I got him to get stuck behind the couch."

Lovino grabbed it. "Watch this."

The cat comes in, yawns and stretches, and then trots over to them. Alfred nods. "Okay, start shining it." Lovino nodded, doing so, beside the fluffy creature. The cat stares at the red dot, then tries to pounce on it. "Ahahaha, this is gonna be good!" Alfred laughs. Lovino gently ran it to a wall, going up it slowly, the cat following.

"Oh my god, he's climbing the wall!" Alfred starts singing. "Spidercat, spidercat!"

It made it to the ceiling, making the cat run around to follow. They played with the cat for a while. When Alfred and Lovino got bored, they went back to the couch and cuddled. Lovino was happy to have so much fun with the American, even if he won't admit it. Alfred felt the same way and would happily admit it. They had a feeling sticking in the house together for a while wouldn't be so bad after all.