Antonio and Lovino rp!

"I went by myself.. And I don't drink much.. I just, wanted to get out I guess. Which was a mistake. Those places are filled with fucking idiots, and perverts." Mumbles, "Which I experienced both of."

Looks slightly alarmed. "Perverts? What happened? And are you sure you're okay?"

Blushes slightly, eyes narrowing a bit, "Nothing happened, calm down. Just a couple of guys trying to hit on me. Why would you care, anyways." Rolls his eyes, "And yes. I said I was fine earlier, didn't I?"

Is visibly relieved. "O-oh, okay. You know I care about you, Lovi, I was asking because I wanted to make sure you were alright. And, you know, people usually don't go to bars by themselves unless they're trying to pick up girls or upset about something. I just wanted to know."

..He notices how relieved the other gets; and shrugs, "I ended up going back home with some guy though.. it's a little fuzzy." He totally didn't. He just wanted to see Spain's reaction.

Was about to say something, but stops, blinking, his mouth still open. "...o-oh. Did you?"

.."Yeah.." Taps his lip, as if trying to recall what'd happened, "I can't remember it all too well.. But I remember waking up and feeling like shit.. and there were a lot of reddish bruising marks.. like I got into a fight or something.." He knew the things he was saying didn't make it sound like he got into any fights.. it was more like..

Isn't really sure how to react. Settles for looking up at Romano, then down at the table. "...oh. Romano, d-do you think you...slept with him? A-and you were drunk, and...um."

Blinks, "..Maybe. It wouldn't be the first time." ...Yes it would. Romano's never- why was he even saying this stuff? Did he want Spain to worry about him?

His mouth is still open. He tries to figure out what to say. "Oh. I-I thought you were...um. Oh, look, the pizza's here!" He attempts to change the subject, still feeling sort of strange.

"Finally! I'm fucking starving." Reaches for a slice of pizza, taking a huge bite out of it. He totally dropped the subject, after not getting the reaction from Spain that he would've liked..

"Y-yeah, me too..." That's a lie. He's suddenly not hungry at all anymore, and doesn't eat much of his first slice before setting it down.

He's already finished with his first slice, and was starting on his second. The waitress comes back, and asks about drinks, Romano orders wine, then looks over at Spain.

Orders the wine as well, still leaving most of the food for Romano. He picks at his slice as the waitress walks away, not sure why he's so upset.

Finishes his second slice, the looks up at Spain as he sips his wine, "..What's your problem? Why aren't you eating?"

Shrugs, taking a bite. "I just don't feel like it, I guess. More for you anyway."

This was weird.. Spain never acted liked this. He couldn't have taken what Romano said to heart, right? "..Well, I'm full.." Sips his wine again.

Drinks some of his wine. "I guess you could take the rest home, then."

..God, it was pissing him off! Spain isn't supposed to be like this. When the waitress comes back, he asks for the check, and gives her his credit card, before putting the rest of the pizza in the box to go home. When the waitress comes back with the receipt, he stands up. "Let's go."

Nods and follows after him, back into the parking lot. He fishes out his keys again, unlocking the car and pulling the door open. "So back to your house?"

"..Where else, stupid." Gets in the car, and buckles up, the box in his lap.

Turns the car on and drives back toward Romano's house, not bothering to make conversation.

..He grips the box tighter, "What the fuck is your problem?! You're not even trying to talk to me! Nobody's fucking forcing you to be here! Go home if you hate being here that goddamn much!"

Blinks. "Of course I want to be here, Roma. I just...I don't know. I'm upset and I don't know why. It's not you, it's..." Sighs, gripping the steering wheel.

"It's /what/?" Frowns, narrowing his eyes at the other.