Requested drabbles!
((So I got about five requests! I'll do the remaining three in the morning! But here are two of them, in which Spain gets to be a little playa. uvu))
Mathias was sitting in an armchair attempting to doodle in a notebook when suddenly the front door flew open, sending a large gust of wind and snow inside, followed only a moment later by a rather unsettled looking and cold Spaniard.
“Mathias it’s snowing outside!”
“Yeah! It’s practically a blizzard! Where on earth were you going?”
“I wanted to pick up some milk… You were out.” He held up a flowered tote bag (which maybe elicited an unfair snicker from the Dane) before he set it on the ground and paced over to the armchair.
He tugged off the coat and his boots, and his ear muffs, and his scarf and his hat, and his mittens, and anything else he had on that protected him from the cold before collapsing over the edge of the arm chair into Mathias’ lap.
“Don’t forget to pick all that stuff up!” Mathias lightly prodded Antonio’s cheek.
Shrugging Mathias’ hand away, Antonio chuckled with his eyes already closed.
“Okay, maybe later, right now is siesta time.”
Mathias barely even got the chance to protest before the other was already asleep. He hadn’t even put the milk away. Mathias could only laugh as he kissed Antonio’s forehead before leaning back and taking a short siesta himself.
Snow is best for naps it seems.
spainxbelarus:
There was a creaking late at night, a subtle sound that told Natalia that a certain someone wasn't sleeping. It was really hard to sleep knowing that he was just wasting his (and her) energy by not sleeping, so she hopped out of bed and adjusted her night gown before stomping into the kitchen.
“Antonio get to bed.” She stated warily, crossing her arms over her chest.
In the shadows she could see the other jump slightly, before whirling to face her.
“Were you planning on sneaking out?”
“I wouldn’t say that…Not exactly…”
She tapped her foot in annoyance.
“Yes.”
“Why!? It’s 3AM you’re fucking crazy! Do you think I wouldn’t notice you were missing? I’m not an idiot!”
Had it have been anyone else they would’ve curled against her vitriol. But he was used to it, and had almost grown to like it… almost.
But how else was he going to get the money to buy her an engagement ring if he didn’t sneak out at night to do a little bit of gambling?
Oh well.
Maybe another night.
He simply smiled weakly, before removing his hand from the doorknob and pacing towards her. He lightly kissed her cheek and pulled her back to her bed.
