Fandom: Latin Hetalia.
Characters / Pairs: Brazil / Argentina.
Rating: F Fluffy.
Warnings: Written neutral English so my target will not cry too much blood.
Comments: I really wanted to post this on 23, but life toppeó me and I ended up taking too long. I'm sorry I kept you waiting, but I hope that at least makes you smile a little. Okay silly and fluffy because I know you're a slug when it comes to cute and Martin
Summary: erca a little rise. Passes a hand over his face and see that Martin still sleeps like a log. Smile and cucumbers off your eyes to eat. (She could not help, it looked too funny.)
Luciano, surprisingly, it is a person able to survive in the mornings. Or, at least during the weekends. He likes getting up early to enjoy the daylight and get some air, perhaps walking around here and there. Monday to Friday up early is one big torture, so it never does. But waking up early on a Sunday is fun, everything else seems to sleep. It is as if someone had pressed the button 'pause' exclusively for that day. Even television broadcasts in the morning something interesting. And everything is so quiet it is as if the world should ask that someone please get up to make some noise. A pair of singing birds, a hen, a dog barking. Luciano humming the jingle
some fashion shopping.
are the ten ten from any given Sunday and dominated by some sort of divine inspiration, Luciano remember that it is your turn to take care of the laundry. - I almost forgot! He exclaims to himself, slapping his forehead. Smile even with some sleep and heads, shuffling noisily into the room where Martin has a washing machine. There is a very modern machine, not particularly economical. Is patchy everywhere and AlredMartin crosses his arms indignantly. Luciano includes the clothes in the washer and just shrugs his shoulders, closing the lid once and programming the wash time. It's his turn and is determined to wash your way. There's nothing more fun that you go against Martin. "Very nice, asshole," grumbled Martin, we'll see what comes out of this monstrosity. I do not get involved there. Luciano
not hear, is determined to ignore it on purpose to get it out of proportion. Martin decides that annoyed by it would mean he was right, and you crave something to eat. Still barefoot, opens way through the disaster
of your kitchen and rummaging among pots and pans, further increasing the disorder. It has never been able to maintainhaving things in one place too long, or have them well organized and stacked. He knows he can turn the whole kitchen in search of a simple frying pan a couple of eggs. Standing in front of the kitchen, with the end of the stick in his hand, his head is biased towards the Luciano idiot sitting among piles of laundry. Martin honestly wondered how they could both reach an agreement as domestic and pussy at once. Forget just a sock at her neighbor to leave after a ridiculous Luciano green-yellow cup in your cupboard. And then each had two toothbrushes on the toilet. And a pair of slippers on each side of their beds.
Hey, is not thatmeans coexistence, of course not. It is easier to do things like that! Martin is convinced that, if two of everything in every home, means having to take less discomfort. Not having any kind of domestic routine where you get strange shedding their shoes at the door and the other prepares dinner in a kitchen apron position. (Of course, Martin is not wearing an apron now. Of course it's not a green apron, dammit.)
The eggs are frying time and Martin and plunged into a kind of absurd internal monologue, it nibbles the lower lip while keeping eyes on the stunning scenery found in the shelf of the dishes. Luciano comes to him,anger, his smile widening even more in your face. Rest your forehead on the base of the neck of Martin, now hugging his chest. The suffocating close in an embrace only because he knows that bothers Martin.
I do not know why you exercise more, "Martin said sarcastically, if hands or tongue. Yes, that was an invitation.
"Hey, do not lose anything to find out. Even back to Luciano, Martin outlined a small smile. But, of course, Luciano does not have to see that.
not have to give a taste of everything. Anyway have an agreement
, right? Comfortable and functional, because real men take turns to do the laundry.
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