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Lovino was inside of the kitchen all day cooking some pasta for dinner as it was what he knew to make best he was slaving over the stove making it he had finally finished.
“Gilbert!!”
The Italian called out but there was no reply waiting that was there “Jerk bastard…” Lovino mumbled to himself before heading off to go find the Prussian fool. He looked around the house and some spots like their bed, closet for some reason under chairs but still he was no where to be found!
He kept looking until he heard something from outside that sounded like a bird…. “Gilbird?” Lovino mumbled as he went to the front door and peaked outside. Outside was the Prussian fool Gilbert jumping inside of a puddle with his tongue out at the sky trying to drink the rain like some kind of idiot as Gilbird seemed to be laughing at how ridiculous he looked.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU BASTARD!?”
Lovino shouted out very angry that after all the time he spent looking for him he was just playing in the rain like some kind of fool! Gilbert turned toward him and his eyes lit up
“Lovino!!!”
Gilbert immediately ran back up to Lovino like a dog seeing its owner again
“What are you doing out here you’re going to get sick!”
“Join me liebe!”
Before Lovino could come up with a counterclaim he was dragged into the pouring rain with Gilbert and into a puddle.
When Lovino looked up he was about to scold Gilbert for getting him all cold and wet in the rain until he saw Gilbert’s face. It had little speckles of water dripping down little speckles of dirt on his face and that goofy grin he had knowing what his fate probably was but for some reason he just stopped just staring at him.
“Do I have something on my face?” Gilbert asked
Lovino snapped out of whatever trance he was in.
“I-no. No you don’t.” He mumbled looking down
“Well then”
Gilbert then grabbed Lovinos hand and pulled him up till their faces were close and their chests were almost touching as well with their hands grasping within each others hold
“Will I have this dance with you?”
Lovinos heart skipped a beat at the normally goofy Prussian suddenly making him feel like a pile of jello just by looking at him but eventually did nod.
“Yes… yes you may I suppose…“
With that action slowly began with the only ballroom of there’s is their back yard and rain tapping against them and the floor as Gilbert slowly put his hands on Lovinos waist and Lovino put his hands on Gilbert’s shoulders as their feet slowly moved.
To be quite honest Lovino had never danced with anyone before he would just have to rely on what he saw of when he was little and would watch Spain and France sometimes dance but surprisingly Gilbert seemed to know what he was doing
“How are you so good at this?” Lovino questioned
“A few proms here and there muscle memory you could say” Gilbert then responded giving Lovino a little twirl which Lovino did not expect so he fumbled a little
As they continued Lovino kept messing up putting his feet where they shouldn’t go at some places and then suddenly it seemed Gilbert went in for a dip making Lovino shriek as he thought he was falling clutching onto Gilbert’s neck as Gilbert began to cackle at Lovinos girly shriek.
“Shut up jerk bastard!” Lovino yelled
“You sounded like a little girl!!” Gilbert giggled out pulling Lovino back up
“Oh I’ll show you little girl jerk bastard…”
Before Gilbert could question what he meant Lovino lunged himself onto Gilbert making Gilbert also shriek and fall into mud as Lovino laid on top of him
“You are evil…” Gilbert mumbled
“That’s what you get for being a jerk bastard” Lovino said snarky tapping some mud onto his nose
“Hey!” Gilbert cried out
“What? Gonna do something about it potato eater?”
With that Gilbert then smirked and rolled over laying ontop of Lovino and getting him smudged with mud
“HEY!!”
They then began to roll over back and forth into the mud eventually ended with Gilbert being the loser and laying in the mud as Lovino laid beside him also being the loser.
“You know I really fucking tolerate you…”
“Wow not even a I love you? I see your true colors Lovino”
“I’ll tell you I love you when I actually do when you wash our clothes”
Gilbert whined at that
“No whining you brought this onto yourself getting us all dirty in the mud”
“Fine…” Gilbert mumbled as he got up
As he got inside Lovino headed to the bathroom taking off his clothes and turning on the water to the shower.
“Got room for one more?” Gilbert then poked his head in and said
“Augh fine..”
With that Gilbert also got undressed and joined Lovino inside of the showers with him. As they washed up and got out Lovino headed to the kitchen where the now cold pasta was and just sighed
“So much for good pasta…” Lovino mumbled
“Hey if you’re not going to eat it I will!” Gilbert exclaimed
“Really?”
“Of course!!” When it came to Lovinos cooking in general (which was only pasta and cooked tomatos) Gilbert always ate whatever he had to offer
“Go sit down I’ll make you a plate” Lovino said with a sigh in which Gilbert went ahead and sat down at the dinner table. Lovino put some of the pasta on a plate with a few extra toppings on it and severed it to Gilbert as he ate Lovino sat by him his chin in his hand as he just watched Gilbert chow down his cooking.
As Gilbert was done he sighed
“You know you should really try making baked potatos”
“Over my dead body” Lovino said scoffing
“So since your cooking was so good and I ate it does that mean I-“ before Gilbert could say the rest Lovino cut him off
“You still have to wash clothes”
Gilbert groaned mumbled a “fine…” under his breath as he got up from the table and sulking headed to the laundry room until Lovino called out
“Hey Gil”
“Yes liebe?”
“…..”
“I love you”
It wasn’t very often Lovino expressed such words to him no matter how many months they’ve been a couple so every “I love yous” he got from Lovino also made him spark up like an animal getting their favorite treat
“I love you to Lovino!” Gilbert said trying to sound nonchalant and covering his grin and he scurried to the i room quickly doing the laundry for them
“What a dumbass..”
Lovino mumbled to himself with a smirk as he putted away the pasta and watched Gilbert run off to the laundry.
Maybe getting a little dirty wasn’t so bad after all.