La Vida Loca [Lovino]

[espana]

There was a loud screech of the final whistle blowing as practice ground to a halt. It had been a good few hours, that was for sure, but Antonio was glad that it was ending. With a bright grin to one of his other teammates, he kicked the ball up, bouncing it off of the crown of his head and over towards the side where it could be put away. Thankfully it wasn’t his day of the week to grab all of the cones, and so he merely relaxed on the sidelines, grabbing the towel that was stored in his bag and cleaning himself off. Things had gone long today, and he was thankful for time to rest. The sun was pleasantly warm, even if it was a bit cool and damp out, but after so much time running around, he was hot and tired, but in the best way possible. Perfect weather for being outside, really, especially in America, where things were so cold all the time.

Without a second though he stretched out on the field, blissfully ignoring the goodbyes and chatter of the rest of the team leaving. It was nice to be able to just lie like this, the grass curling around him, the ground cool against his overheated body. His heart was just starting to slow, and though the blood was still pounding in his ears, there was a sense of exhausted contentment with the whole scene. Football was exhilarating, it was fun, and he not-so-secretly loved the times when he was rushing around on the field. There was nothing complicated to think of during those times, just who had the ball and where he needed to go and not to end up ‘accidentally’ tripping someone and breaking their ankles. Of course that last part had never happened…yet…but Antonio wasn’t entirely sure if it wouldn’t have been warranted at some points. Football was serious business, after all.

But that wasn’t for here or now. Now was a time to relax, to maybe fall asleep in the middle of the field, and to just unwind. It had been a stressful week, what with all of the dark hour issues that went on, and he hadn’t gotten enough sleep for a few days now. The sun outside was so nice though, and it was awfully nice out…surely it wouldn’t hurt to just nap for a little while. Just a late siesta, that was all.

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[angryitalian]

Lovino was glad practice was over. Sure, football (no not that sport the stupid Americans play. Real football, damn it!) was fun and Lovino enjoyed it, but it was a lot of work. And well, Lovino was a lazy person. He preferred lazing around to running about, despite the fact that he could be very fast (when running away). Now that practice was over, he just wanted to go home and take a nice siesta.

It was a shame he had lost something on the field and that he had to walk all the way back and look around for the stupid item that just had to get itself lost to spite him. Lovino grumbled to himself as he searched around, not noticing that he was approaching a sleeping body prostrate on the ground.

No, the moment he noticed the other person was when he tripped over them and fell flat on his face. Well, whoever was sleeping would get a lovely wake up with a kick to the side and an angry cursing Italian on top of them (no, not in that way you perverts!).

"Damn it... Damn it... Why the hell was there a sleeping person on the field?!"

[espana]

Ahh…yeah, it was really nice when people were leaving. Not that Antonio minded them, no, but it was so peaceful when it was quieter out. He yawned and stretched, wriggling against the fresh-cut grass and enjoying the way it tickled against his skin. Slowly but surely he was slipping away, his eyes fluttering and falling shut as consciousness drifted. The sun against his skin, the cool ground, the slight breeze…it was heaven.

Sleep came quickly after that, and he found himself wrapped up in a rather fleeting dream, all colours and distant noises. It was because of that that he was entirely dead to the world, and it wasn’t until there was a sharp pain in his side that he was quite rapidly (if not painfully) jolted back into the waking world with a surprised cry. He wished that he could call it a dignified grunt, but in all reality it was closer to a yelp as the air was forced from his lungs. What was going on, there wasn’t supposed to be anyone left around?! There wasn’t much time to process what had happened as he was faced with a lapful of squirming…wait, who in the world was that?

“Que? What are you-? Did you want to join me?” With sleep still hazing his brain, it was the best he could get out. The Spaniard flashed a (pained) grin, trying to appear as friendly as he could. If that was actually the case, he didn’t mind, but the throbbing in his side was rather problematic. Ow.

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[angryitalian]

"J-join you?! What the hell were you doing lying out here on the field where people can trip on you?! Are you trying to get yourself killed, idiota!" Lovino scowled at the other person. He wasn't happy that he had tripped on that person. Oh... He had kicked the guy, hadn't he? Lovino wondered if he should apologize.

With a sigh, he decided to add a quiet "Though I'm sorry for kicking you." He didn't like apologizing in the least, but it was the only way to shut his stupid conscience up. Lovino wanted to ask if the other boy was okay, however he decided that simply sticking with the apology was good enough for the time being. After all, it wasn't every day that Lovino apologized to someone.

That was when he realized where exactly he was. With a blush and lots of cursing he quickly scrambled off the sleepy Spaniard and flailed. He hoped that the guy wouldn't get angry and beat him up, that would not be fun. Just in case, Lovino would be prepared to run as fast as his short legs could carry him (which was surprisingly fast).

So much for finding his lost item quickly... And he definitely wasn't going to ask this guy for help! He would just figure something out or just give up on the item forever.

[espana]

Well why wouldn’t anyone want to be outside on such a beautiful day? And who was supposed to be tripping over him and why in the world would he be killed? It wasn’t as if he wasn’t noticeable on the ground, or at least that was what Antonio believed. The other boy’s question was nothing short of confusing for the Spaniard, but he put on a cheerful front. The insults slung at him barely registered, and instead he laughed because it was absolutely cute how flustered the other was getting. He almost missed the apology as he pondered that fact, but the quiet words managed to penetrate his haze of obliviousness, and he shook his head with a bright smile.
“You didn’t mean it, si? Then it’s all fine.”

While he would have been perfectly fine with their current position, because it was actually rather nice having someone to snuggle with when he was sleepy, it seemed that his mysterious almost-attacker wasn’t entirely comfortable with their situation. How sad, but at least it meant that the cute blush upon his cheeks intensified and Antonio found himself grinning more; that red...just like a tomato~ Cute.


“Why shouldn’t I be out here? It’s nice.” And it was as simple as that, in his mind. Practice was over, and it was a good time to relax, after all. But that raised the question of why there was another person there, actually. From everything that he had observed, everyone else had already left and there was no reason for anyone to be wandering around in the field, and he was just so perplexed now. Not that he terribly minded now (beyond the lingering sting of his hurt ribs), because the company was actually quite nice, but it was still odd.
“And why are you here? Practice is over, everyone is going home now~”


[Words cannot express how sorry I am that this is so late. orz]

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[angryitalian]

The guy Lovino had tripped over kept on smiling and grinning, Lovino decided that he must be stupid. Plus, that guy was still so cheerful, even after Lovino had kicked him on accident! Lovino would have tried to beat up whoever tripped over him. ... Maybe there was something wrong with the Spaniard. Lovino wondered if the Spaniard was stupid, or maybe just a pervert. He shuddered involuntarily.

"Che palla I don't see what's so interesting and fun about lying on my ass here." To prove his point, Lovino laid down on the grass near the other boy. "See? Nothing." He continued to grumble angrily, completely forgetting the reason he had run back to the field.

Lovino glared up at the sky. "It's so boring and blue. Why would you want to stare at the sky? You could be doing something interesting, idiota" That's when Lovino realized that he had no idea what the other boy's name was. He had just been using the insult to refer to him.

"What is your name anyways? I don't want to call you just 'idiota or 'you'."

(( orz I'm late too. Sorry about that. ))

[espana]

One tanned hand raised lazily into the air, making a vague motion that could have perhaps been ‘look over there’, but could also just as easily been ‘look, I have a hand’. “See that cloud over there? If you squint, it looks like a rabbit, si? It’s very cute.”

And that was that. No mind-blowing, deep, insight. No world-shattering epiphany. Just simple cloud watching, and that was entirely enough for Antonio, because there was nothing better than to sit back, doze, and enjoy life. If there was no reason to be stressed, no reason to work oneself up about nothing, than he was perfectly happy just sitting back and letting the world pass by for some time. Yes there were responsibilities to get back to (his precious plants would get lonely if he stayed away too long...oh, and yeah, there was homework as well), but it was important to make sure to take time out of the day to relax, and with how beautiful it was outside, well, the idea that someone couldn’t enjoy the weather was lost on him.

Shifting slightly, he turned his head so he could look over at the other boy beside him, still grinning brightly. The insults had gone straight over his head, because really, they were much too adorable in nature to really be said out of hate or anger. “Eh? Oh! Antonio. Did I not tell you before? That’s my fault then, lo siento.”

There was a brief period of silence that followed, and for a moment Antonio was merely still, brows furrowed in concentration as though he was trying to process something monumental. “And you? Otherwise I can just call you tomate pequeño~ Your face was certainly red enough before~”

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[angryitalian]

"A rabbit?" Lovino squinted and scowled, but the image of a rabbit never appeared in the clouds. "It looks more like a deformed pizza!"

Lovino didn't see the point in relaxing too much. There was always something going on. Whether he had to avoid it or fight it or just be wary of it, he needed to be tense and prepared. So despite the fact that he was rather lazy, Lovino was a very stressed out person. Thanks to his general lack of trust, most of his "relaxation" time was spent being paranoid. Such was the life of a malcontent.

Antonio... It was a nice name- not that Lovino would admit it. He'd probably end up saying something like "It's a stupid name for a stupid Spaniard". However, Lovino didn't comment on the other's name, instead he laid there, and blushed slightly, hoping that the other boy wouldn't notice. After all, he was still scowling, that had to count for something, right?

"I'm no tomato! And my face wasn't red!" Lovino felt his face heat up as he blushed a little more. He tried to rectify this by scowling even more. With a slight pout, he answered Antonio's question, "Lovino Vargas."