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Title: There’s a First Time for Everything
Author: me, JaydeStarlight
Rating/Warnings: PG for kisses and light language
Pairing: S. Italy/Belgium, cameo by Spain and North Italy
Prompt: First kisses. South Italy/Belgium. It would be funny if Spain showed up in the middle or was watching.
Notes: Mathilde is Belgium’s human name, for reference. Upon doing some research, there is a Princess Mathilde who, to my knowledge, is a duchess and is married to the heir of the throne of Belgium. Written for aph_fluffathon.
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Lovino had many deep, dark, shameful secrets that he promised himself he would never reveal to anyone under any circumstances. The one that embarrassed him the most, to others, wasn’t really a horrible secret to carry upon one’s shoulders, but Lovino couldn’t bring himself to admit it most times, if at all.
He had never been kissed before.
…There were times where he had to assure himself profusely that there worse secrets Lovino could have kept hidden. The fact that he had never been kissed was the most shameful. There was a small part of Lovino that wanted to just get the damned secret off his shoulders.
By telling someone, anyone, he probably wouldn’t feel quite so ashamed. He didn’t want to tell his brother however, because (knowing Feliciano), his younger brother would tell the whole world and then some. Lovino just wanted to tell one person and be done with it. Feliciano, on top of screaming the secret at the top of his lungs, would endlessly try to set him up with some random girl Feliciano found wandering on the street. Lovino shuddered at the last time he went on a date set up by his brother.
There was always Mathilde, thought Lovino. As far as he knew, she was trustworthy. Desperate times called for desperate measures and before he knew it, he had wandered over to the phone and started dialing Mathilde’s number.
“Hello, Mathilde? It’s Lovino!”
“Lovi, it’s been a while since you called me last!” Lovino blushed at the use of the ever hated nickname of ‘Lovi’.
“Only Antonio can call me that.”
“Of course he can. So what are you calling for?” It took Lovino a while to form the words he wanted to.
“I want to come over and visit.” Even over the phone, Lovino could tell Mathilde was surprised at the offer.
“You know you can come over whenever you want. Just a heads up, Antonio’s over too, because I invited him over for dinner. You’re more than welcome stay for dinner as well, if you’re interested.”
“Count me in.”
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Lovino took his time to get over to Mathilde’s house and knocked, trying extra hard to be polite.
“Hey Lovi----” Mathilde greeted, using an elaborate hand gesture to welcome him in.
“Will you stop calling me that?” Lovino snapped, momentarily forgetting his manners.
“Fine, fine,” She said with chuckle.
“Take a seat. Anywhere’s fine. So what brings you here?” Romano looked solemn.
“….Did something happen to Feliciano?”
“He’s with the potato bastard, that’s what happened.”
“You don’t like Ludwig, I presume.”
“How’d you guess that?”
“I can read your mind.”
“And we’re off topic. I have a secret for you.” Mathilde leaned in close.
“I’ve never been kissed.” She smirked.
“What’s so funny?” He snapped.
“What do you want me to do about that?”
“I never got that far thinking about it.” Mathilde landed a chaste kiss on Lovino’s cheek.
“Good enough for you?” Lovino kept his eyes away from Mathilde’s.
“What did you do to Lovino, Mathilde?” Antonio asked jokingly.
“Where did you come from?” Lovino asked.
“From the kitchen! I was cooking lunch, silly.”
“Did you see that?” Antonio swept his gaze around the living room, confused as to what Lovino could be referring to.
“Is there anything to see?” Lovino sighed in relief.
“Lovino’s afraid you’d judge him that his first kiss was a chaste one on the cheek.” Mathilde said, which earned her Lovino’s famous death glare. She seemed unaffected.
Antonio smiled. “How adorable!”
“That’s not fucking adorable!” Lovino shrieked.
“Of course it is, darling,” Mathilde said. When Mathilde and Antonio left the room laughing, Lovino buried his face in his hands.
I’m surrounded by fucking idiots…..”
Author: me, JaydeStarlight
Rating/Warnings: PG for kisses and light language
Pairing: S. Italy/Belgium, cameo by Spain and North Italy
Prompt: First kisses. South Italy/Belgium. It would be funny if Spain showed up in the middle or was watching.
Notes: Mathilde is Belgium’s human name, for reference. Upon doing some research, there is a Princess Mathilde who, to my knowledge, is a duchess and is married to the heir of the throne of Belgium. Written for aph_fluffathon.
-
Lovino had many deep, dark, shameful secrets that he promised himself he would never reveal to anyone under any circumstances. The one that embarrassed him the most, to others, wasn’t really a horrible secret to carry upon one’s shoulders, but Lovino couldn’t bring himself to admit it most times, if at all.
He had never been kissed before.
…There were times where he had to assure himself profusely that there worse secrets Lovino could have kept hidden. The fact that he had never been kissed was the most shameful. There was a small part of Lovino that wanted to just get the damned secret off his shoulders.
By telling someone, anyone, he probably wouldn’t feel quite so ashamed. He didn’t want to tell his brother however, because (knowing Feliciano), his younger brother would tell the whole world and then some. Lovino just wanted to tell one person and be done with it. Feliciano, on top of screaming the secret at the top of his lungs, would endlessly try to set him up with some random girl Feliciano found wandering on the street. Lovino shuddered at the last time he went on a date set up by his brother.
There was always Mathilde, thought Lovino. As far as he knew, she was trustworthy. Desperate times called for desperate measures and before he knew it, he had wandered over to the phone and started dialing Mathilde’s number.
“Hello, Mathilde? It’s Lovino!”
“Lovi, it’s been a while since you called me last!” Lovino blushed at the use of the ever hated nickname of ‘Lovi’.
“Only Antonio can call me that.”
“Of course he can. So what are you calling for?” It took Lovino a while to form the words he wanted to.
“I want to come over and visit.” Even over the phone, Lovino could tell Mathilde was surprised at the offer.
“You know you can come over whenever you want. Just a heads up, Antonio’s over too, because I invited him over for dinner. You’re more than welcome stay for dinner as well, if you’re interested.”
“Count me in.”
-
Lovino took his time to get over to Mathilde’s house and knocked, trying extra hard to be polite.
“Hey Lovi----” Mathilde greeted, using an elaborate hand gesture to welcome him in.
“Will you stop calling me that?” Lovino snapped, momentarily forgetting his manners.
“Fine, fine,” She said with chuckle.
“Take a seat. Anywhere’s fine. So what brings you here?” Romano looked solemn.
“….Did something happen to Feliciano?”
“He’s with the potato bastard, that’s what happened.”
“You don’t like Ludwig, I presume.”
“How’d you guess that?”
“I can read your mind.”
“And we’re off topic. I have a secret for you.” Mathilde leaned in close.
“I’ve never been kissed.” She smirked.
“What’s so funny?” He snapped.
“What do you want me to do about that?”
“I never got that far thinking about it.” Mathilde landed a chaste kiss on Lovino’s cheek.
“Good enough for you?” Lovino kept his eyes away from Mathilde’s.
“What did you do to Lovino, Mathilde?” Antonio asked jokingly.
“Where did you come from?” Lovino asked.
“From the kitchen! I was cooking lunch, silly.”
“Did you see that?” Antonio swept his gaze around the living room, confused as to what Lovino could be referring to.
“Is there anything to see?” Lovino sighed in relief.
“Lovino’s afraid you’d judge him that his first kiss was a chaste one on the cheek.” Mathilde said, which earned her Lovino’s famous death glare. She seemed unaffected.
Antonio smiled. “How adorable!”
“That’s not fucking adorable!” Lovino shrieked.
“Of course it is, darling,” Mathilde said. When Mathilde and Antonio left the room laughing, Lovino buried his face in his hands.
I’m surrounded by fucking idiots…..”
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