The Italian frowned, leaning back the couch he was laying on in a certain Spaniards house. Waiting for the green eye'd nation to get back home. He tossed a tomato up and caught it lazily before he took a small bite and started to nibble on it in boredom. What should he do to pass The time by? He didn't have a clue in the world, his brother was once again spending time with the Blonde German he hated so much. Not that he could stop the younger brother. He'd start crying again.
Lovino's eyes started to close slightly, Gold orbs slowly shutting as he chewed the last bite of the tomato in his mouth before he dozed off, completely unaware of himself doing so. His arms were crossed behind his head and his legs hung over the back of the couch lazily as he slept. It was time for his siesta so no harm done. He just hopped he woke up before the Spaniard got home.