"Lovi! Oh Lovi-chan!" You called up the stairs.
"Don't call me that!" Romano called beck down the stairs, appearing at the top of them. "What do you want?"
"It's not what I want, it's what you want. Like this, for instance?" you pulled a luscious red tomato from behind your back. Romano's eyes widened. He came down the stairs slowly, eyes on the tomato. You started backing away from him, faster and faster until you were both running around the house. Unfortunately for you, Romano had longer legs and he soon caught up to you. He tackled you to the ground, cursing all the while. You gave him the tomato with one hand and smacked him upside the head with the other.
"What was that for you f****** ragazza?"
"Language, Lovi!" you told him sternly, and then smiled. "Anyway, what I really wanted you for was that we have to go to Antonio's house for that dinner party he invited us to.
"But ______" Lovi started.
"No, don't start on me. We promised. Go and get dressed in something fancier than what you have on. And so help me God if I come up there and find you're taking on of your siestas." Romano groaned and got off of you and headed upstairs, dragging his feet. Cursing could be heard.
"Language, Lovi! Mind your language!" You shouted after him. The grumbling just got louder. You smiled and followed him up and into your room. You grabbed a _(fav color)_ dress and slipped into it as Romano walked out of the bathroom, dressed in a suit. He zipped up the back while kissing your neck. You tilted your head, giving him better access. He started getting really into it, sliding his hands around your waist, but somehow you restrained yourself and you shoved his hands off of you.
"We're going to be late!" You exclaimed. But his hands slithered back to where they were and he turned back to your neck. Almost growling, he said,
"And I care why?"
"Because Antonio practically raised you!" You turned around and straightened Romano's tie and slipped out of his grasp. He followed you into the car. Thirty minutes later you knocked on Antonio's door. The door opened swiftly to reveal Antonio, also dressed in a suit and tie.
"_______! Lovi!" He shouted, kissing you on both cheeks. You laughed.
"Say it louder, Antonio. A couple people in Tibet didn't hear that Lovi and I came by." You teased. Lovi grumbled some more. You whacked him again.
"What was that for!?" He practically screamed.
"Language" You told him.
"But I didn't say any-"
"But you were going to" You interjected. Lovi couldn't come up with a comeback, so he just remained silent as Antonio led you both into the house. After dinner and a few hours of jokes and laughs, you and Romano piled into the car. Romano was practically boiling, as he hadn't enjoyed himself at all. By the time you came home, he was cursing every third word. You gave up on reminding him to watch his language fifteen minutes into the drive. You walked in the door and Romano dragged you up the stairs and slammed you into the wall (although he was careful about it) and started kissing you everywhere.