Romano was in one of those moods. He was sleep deprived and everything wasn't going according to his plans. He even had a schedule made, prepared for the day.
But it had fallen to pieces.
When he woke up from a horrid night's sleep, plagued with nightmares and tossing and turning, he was alone in bed. He remembered then that Matthias had texted him around eight the previous night to tell him that he'd be sleeping over Norway's house, since the Nordic's had a night out. That was the first ruining factor, since Matthias not in bed with him was the reason that he had slept so bad.
Two, the shower was out of hot water. The pump wasn't working. So, one cold shower later, he was hoping for a nice breakfast to cheer him up. Maybe a tomato omlette, with some toast. Roma knew he was a very good cook (not that he boasted about it) and that his food would turn out just fine.
What a lie.
Food burnt. Then, the TV had nothing good on. As he decided to go outside, it began to pour. Wanting to go read, he fell down over air and just laid there. For hours.
At least he was safe there. He curled into a little ball, and around his siesta time, he tried to go to bed and lay there. Matt still wasn't home. And then he fell up the stairs and suddenly he couldn't take this anymore.
Romano was a good three months into his pregnancy, and hormones were rampant. He laid there on the carpeted stairs and just sobbed, feeling weak for the first time since he had moved in with Denmark. In hopes of crying himself to sleep, hungry and emotional, he found that he couldn't just simply do that. Now that his mind set to it, he wasn't able to. This led to more crying and punching of the pillow. This kept up until he felt a pair of arms heave him up.
Bleary eyes met calm, cool ones and the tired ones widened. "You fucking bastard, leaving me here to sleep by myself. You should be fucking ashamed, bastard.." Romano blurted out, but he felt no guilt at it. It was the truth, but like always, he was met with a laugh.
"Sorry. I was too tired to drive home and really wasted, I couldn't afford getting in a wreck. Come on, we'll nap now." He had seen the remnants of the food, the broken water pump and the tear stains on the carpet. He felt horrible for leaving him there, but Matt didnt want to go and get himself blown up in a car.
"Idiota." Romano mumbled, but listened. The two tangled up inside of the blankets, arms and legs intertwined and noses just barely touching each other. This was their usual starting to sleep position, which would gradually move to Romano curling into a small ball while Denmark took up the whole entire bed.
"Gå til at sove, min elskede. Du havde en elendig dag så langt og jeg er ked af. Du fortjener en god lur, og når du vågner jeg vil være madlavning du nadver. Jeg elsker dig mere end du kan forstå.{1}" Denmark knew that his rough language wasn't the type that Lovino was used to hearing, or that he liked to listen to, but it was the one that came most easy to him. It became promises whispered softly, while Romano felt himself about to drift off into a peaceful sleep.
"Jeg lover at holde ved din side, Romano. Du er unik og vidunderligt lavet. Min dyrebare engel, du fortjener bedst. {2}" More promises that drifted into his unconscious and helped paint the dreams that he was going to have. Just before Lovino managed to slip into sleep, he was able to say something back.
"Tu sei il migliore, non solo buono come io sono, bastardo.{3}" He managed out before he felt himself drift off in that warm embrace that be loved to sleep in.
The last thing he heard was a gentle laugh and the hit of a head resting on a pillow. And those two things kept him in a sleep, knowing his Dane was there for him. Kept him safe.
Forever and ever. Until they fade.
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{1} - Go to sleep, my darling. You had a miserable day so far and I'm sorry. You deserve a good nap, and when you wake up I'll be cooking you supper. I love you more than you can understand. (Danish)
{2} - I promise to keep by your side, Romano. You are unique and wonderfully made. My precious Angel, you deserve the best. (Danish)
{3} - You are the best, just not as good as I am, you bastard. (Italian)
The title translates to "My Precious Angel' in Danish.
