I-I love domestic fluff. Tis my first fill. It's bad C: --- "America, pass some eggs, per favore~", came the familiar sing song voice as he poured dry batter into a shiny silver bowl. The blond man complied, passing him a few whilst he kept his attention on the sausages sizzling in the pan.
It was a warm bright morning, beams of sun spilling across the kitchen through the large glass slide-in doors. Italy’s lands was peaceful all about, most people just beginning to wake up.
America closed the pot top over the pan to let the sausages cook on one side for a while, and made his way to table. Italy busied himself with cracking the eggs into the bowl and mixing. He wasn't used to eating large breakfasts, but lately, him and America have been having these large meals on weekend mornings. They would talk and hang out together, enjoying what little time they had these stressful times. He liked cooking new things, and especially liked pancakes and sausages, so it was no big deal.
America listened to the highlights on the most recent soccer game, which was hard because the man's Itanglish wasn't that great. He felt something furry up against his leg as he sat done. He looked down, greeted by a large pair of bright green eyes. America gave the cat a few pets before gently shooing it away. It ran over to it's master, entwining itself between Italy's legs. America's eyes watched as it mewed, before scanning upwards to the apron-wearing man's backside.
"You know, I never got the chance to ask; why so many cats", the blond asked curiously, still looking at the other man's bottom, where the frilly bow sat upon.
"Ve, I only have 3 cats~. One is Lovino's but...he keeps running away here. Lovino keeps forgetting to feed it~", he said nonchalantly.
Italy had a Nebelung and a Kanaani cat, the second a gift from Germany. His newly adopted cat was Lovino's large Maine Coon. The chubby cat gave his new master's ankles a final rub before scurrying off to the side. The loose hair that streamed through the air tickled America's nose, and he sneezed.
"Benedicalo", Italy replied, pouring the last of the batter onto the gridiron.
"Erm..gracias...?"
Italy laughed his usual light and airy laugh as he headed towards the table. Alfred felt the heat rush to his cheeks. "What's so funny?"
The brunette snickered. "Gracias is Spanish, il mi amoro", he replied. America moued. "Spanish, Italian, same difference", he muttered, embarrassed. Italy finished giggling and planted himself in America’s lap. “You’ll get the hang of it~”, he said, wrapping his arms around America’s neck for support. Warm brown eyes smiled towards him, the sunlight brightening up his features and glimmering off his silly little cowlick.
Goddammit, he was too cute for his own good.
America wrapped his arms around the smaller man’s waist for extra support before planting a lazy kiss to the Italian’s lips. Italy eagerly responded back.
America adjusted the other so that he was straddling his waist, one arm holding Italy steady and his opposite hand on the Italian’s bum. He gave it a squeeze, and got a squeak in reply. It was no secret to America where all that pasta went anyways.
He took advantage to deepen the kiss, their tongues wrestling for dominance. His hand traveled up Italy’s waist, mussing with his shirt. Italy shivered before letting his hands rest on America’s face. America could feel Italy's fingers play with his glasses before removing them and placing them on the table.
Before America could reach a hand to unbutton the other’s shirt, the Maine Coon decided to cock block and jump into his lap, breaking the kiss. Italy nearly fell backwards, but America’s arm caught him in time.
America growled. “Off, off ,off, now!”, he said, shooing the cat. It jumped off his lap to where the radio was, hissing.
He grimaced at it before picking up the Italian. Italy brushed his shirt down, his face flushed a little. “Ve, he usually doesn’t act so jealous~”, he muttered. America humphed and attempted to swoop in for another kiss, but was cut off when Italy wailed.
“Uwahhhh~! The food is burning~!”, he said, and quickly got off of his partner to save breakfast. America whined from his empty lap. He glared at the cat, who was staring back at him beside the radio, which was playing some classical Italian music.
“You win this round cat”, he muttered threateningly.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Prima Colazione (1/2)
(Anonymous) 2009-03-07 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)---
"America, pass some eggs, per favore~", came the familiar sing song voice as he poured dry batter into a shiny silver bowl. The blond man complied, passing him a few whilst he kept his attention on the sausages sizzling in the pan.
It was a warm bright morning, beams of sun spilling across the kitchen through the large glass slide-in doors. Italy’s lands was peaceful all about, most people just beginning to wake up.
America closed the pot top over the pan to let the sausages cook on one side for a while, and made his way to table. Italy busied himself with cracking the eggs into the bowl and mixing. He wasn't used to eating large breakfasts, but lately, him and America have been having these large meals on weekend mornings. They would talk and hang out together, enjoying what little time they had these stressful times. He liked cooking new things, and especially liked pancakes and sausages, so it was no big deal.
America listened to the highlights on the most recent soccer game, which was hard because the man's Itanglish wasn't that great. He felt something furry up against his leg as he sat done. He looked down, greeted by a large pair of bright green eyes. America gave the cat a few pets before gently shooing it away. It ran over to it's master, entwining itself between Italy's legs. America's eyes watched as it mewed, before scanning upwards to the apron-wearing man's backside.
"You know, I never got the chance to ask; why so many cats", the blond asked curiously, still looking at the other man's bottom, where the frilly bow sat upon.
"Ve, I only have 3 cats~. One is Lovino's but...he keeps running away here. Lovino keeps forgetting to feed it~", he said nonchalantly.
Italy had a Nebelung and a Kanaani cat, the second a gift from Germany. His newly adopted cat was Lovino's large Maine Coon. The chubby cat gave his new master's ankles a final rub before scurrying off to the side. The loose hair that streamed through the air tickled America's nose, and he sneezed.
"Benedicalo", Italy replied, pouring the last of the batter onto the gridiron.
"Erm..gracias...?"
Italy laughed his usual light and airy laugh as he headed towards the table. Alfred felt the heat rush to his cheeks. "What's so funny?"
The brunette snickered. "Gracias is Spanish, il mi amoro", he replied. America moued. "Spanish, Italian, same difference", he muttered, embarrassed. Italy finished giggling and planted himself in America’s lap. “You’ll get the hang of it~”, he said, wrapping his arms around America’s neck for support. Warm brown eyes smiled towards him, the sunlight brightening up his features and glimmering off his silly little cowlick.
Goddammit, he was too cute for his own good.
America wrapped his arms around the smaller man’s waist for extra support before planting a lazy kiss to the Italian’s lips. Italy eagerly responded back.
America adjusted the other so that he was straddling his waist, one arm holding Italy steady and his opposite hand on the Italian’s bum. He gave it a squeeze, and got a squeak in reply.
It was no secret to America where all that pasta went anyways.He took advantage to deepen the kiss, their tongues wrestling for dominance. His hand traveled up Italy’s waist, mussing with his shirt. Italy shivered before letting his hands rest on America’s face. America could feel Italy's fingers play with his glasses before removing them and placing them on the table.
Re: Prima Colazione (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2009-03-07 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)America growled. “Off, off ,off, now!”, he said, shooing the cat. It jumped off his lap to where the radio was, hissing.
He grimaced at it before picking up the Italian. Italy brushed his shirt down, his face flushed a little. “Ve, he usually doesn’t act so jealous~”, he muttered. America humphed and attempted to swoop in for another kiss, but was cut off when Italy wailed.
“Uwahhhh~! The food is burning~!”, he said, and quickly got off of his partner to save breakfast. America whined from his empty lap. He glared at the cat, who was staring back at him beside the radio, which was playing some classical Italian music.
“You win this round cat”, he muttered threateningly.
FIN
---
PFFT sorry XD
Re: Prima Colazione (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2009-03-08 05:41 am (UTC)(link)And you made me ship them a little. Whoa.
Re: Prima Colazione (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2009-03-08 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)XD I know, odd pairing is odd
Re: Prima Colazione (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2009-03-08 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Prima Colazione (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2009-03-08 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)He is my personal favorite, though it could be because his name is my last name XD
Re: Prima Colazione (1/2)
(Anonymous) 2009-03-08 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)It should be salute - literally, "good health (to you)". That is what you'd say in Italian when someone sneezes.
> il mi amoro
Amore mio.
Re: Prima Colazione (1/2)
(Anonymous) 2009-03-08 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)My Apologies :c
I a used a translator, I only know Spanish ways of saying those things XD