Germany and Lovi RP <33

Romano storms up to Germany's house, banging on the door angrily, "Oi! Stupid potato bastard, open the fucking door!"

Ludwig gets up from his peaceful relaxation time, consisting of reading and drinking beer, and goes to answer his door. "What do you need, Lovino?" He sighs, having no idea why this Italian man is at his front door.

Jabs a finger into his chest, a perpetual scowl on his face, "The fuck is Feliciano? I can't find him anywhere. You have him, don't you!" Yells unnecessarily.

"I don't...he isn't always over here, you know." He sighs again, hates that the other insists on yelling when there is no need.

Shoves past him, and into his house, not believing the taller country. "Tch. Liar." Frowns, looking around, then just goes to his fridge to look for food. l:

"Who do you think you are!? You can't just walk into my home and eat my food." He frowns and follows him, not really going to throw him out though, just let's him do what he wants.

"I think I'm Lovino Vargas, and I can do whatever the fuck I want." l: He takes the carton of milk out of his fridge, and drinks from it. lll:

Ludwig takes the milk from him, has the biggest frown. "I think Lovino Vargas should learn some manners when inside someone else's home." He curses under his breath.

Takes the milk back, growling, "Make me, bastard potato." Sticks his nose in the air, chugging the milk again.

He grabs the smaller Italian man's nose, squeezes it, and takes the milk. "How's this?" He smirks and put the milk into the fridge, shutting the door behind it.

Yelps, and whiiiines like a baby Bl "Jeeerrrkkk!!"

Continues to hold his nose, smirking just a bit. "You're the only jerk around here."

Kicks him in the shin Bl

Lets go, draws back. "Ow, son of bitch! What the hell was that for, you brat?"

"Y-You were pinching my nose!"

"That doesn't mean you can just kick me in the shin!"

"...Yes it does.."

"Bastard.." Leans against the counter, frowning and such and shin still hurting.

Pouts, "...So I'm gonna go watch tv." l: Walks into the living room.

"Whatever." Goes and grabs some headache medicine, because of someone.

Turns on some soccer, and lays across the couch, falling asleep Bl

Sits and watches it, mentally exhausted now.

Clings to his leg. Bl

Blushes, tries not to look at him. Is so embarrassed by these types of things...

Scoots up, using the other's lap like a pillow, and grumbles a bit in his sleep, curl nonchalantly bobbing up and down.