"Where did you even learn to do this, Lovi?" You asked Lovino, who sat behind you, hands holding your hair.
"Bella taught me, I guess. When I lived with Antonio. She wanted me to do hers." His reply came out muffled, due to the hair tie he held between his teeth. "And don't call me that!"
You chuckled, leaning your head closer to your boyfriend.
When you had invited him over earlier, you definitely hadn't expected this to happen. The two of you had been sitting comfortably on your couch, when you had complained about how your hair kept getting in your face. Lovino, being one of the most irritable people you knew, quickly got annoyed with your grumbling and offered to braid it for you.
You now sat with your back to him on the sofa, with his nimble fingers twisting your (h/c) hair into a smooth plait. You smiled at the slight tugs you felt on the sections that the Italian was weaving together, relishing in the feel of his gentleness.
You played with your hands, head lowered and not looking at the television that flickered in front of you. You wanted to make your hair accessible to Lovino, so that he could get finished quickly. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy this, but you knew that if he didn't do it right the first time he would get frustrated and you would be there forever with him trying to fix any minimal flaws.
Feeling his hands move to the bottom of your (h/l) locks, your head twitched up.
"And...done!" He finished proudly, smirking as he twirled the elastic around the end of the braid to keep it in place.
"Thanks Lovi!" You jumped up, planting a kiss on his cheek, and stepping to the mirror in the front entrance of your home.
"Wow...you're really good at this..." You murmured, stroking the smooth strands as you returned to where you had left the male, plopping down next to him on the couch.
Lovino looked at you, a blush spreading on his cheeks. "Th-Thanks."
"What?" You asked, curious as to why he was shying away from you.
The Italian gulped, looking into your (e/c) eyes. His amber brown eyes were wide, and he almost flinched away from you.
"You look really nice with your hair back, bella. That's all." He looked almost pained to say it, but he still managed to charm you.
You punched him lightly in the shoulder, but were nonetheless delighted by his comment. Compliments from your boyfriend were rare, and were always appreciated.
"Aw, thank you very much, Lovi."
"How many times do I have to tell you not to-" The brown-haired male began, but was cut off by you pressing your lips to his.
Lovino's eyebrows raised, but soon returned to their normal state as he closed his eyes and returned your kiss. Just as he raised a hand to pull you closer to him, the two of you were interrupted by a knock sounding from the entryway.
You pulled away from him, to his protest. He groaned when you stood, flashing him a sheepish grin, but he followed your actions nonetheless when you walked to open your front door.
You pushed open the door, and smiled at the person behind it.
"(Y/n)!" Feliciano, Lovino's brother exclaimed, throwing his arms around you. "It's been too long!"
"I saw you two days ago, Feli." You chuckled, returning the taller male's embrace.
"Ah, fratello! I knew you'd be here." Feliciano said lightly, turning his attention to his brother who leaned on the wall just past the doorway. He went in to hug him as well, but was stopped by hands on his shoulders.
"What have I said about hugging, Feliciano?!" The more ill-tempered of the two fumed, turning his head away from his younger brother, who struggled to get closer to him.
"Not to do it in public?" Feliciano tried.
"Exactly- wait, no! Not to do it ever! Get away!" He tried in vain to get away from Feliciano's clutches, before to his dismay, his brother somehow manoeuvred his way into an awkward and one-sided hug.
"G-Get off!" Lovino fumed, sneering.
You laughed at the sight before you, the dynamic between the two Italians a constant amusement in your life.
After a few moments of struggling, Feliciano finally let go of his elder, turning back to smile at you.
"Oh, (y/n)! Your hair looks molto bene! Very good!" His lilting voice rang through your breezeway. He reached over to pat the braid that fell onto your shoulder. "Did you do it yourself?"
"Surprisingly not, Feli. Your brother did." You answered him, turning to look at your boyfriend, who was still glaring at Feliciano.
"What? Mio fratello?! I didn't know you could braid, Lovi! Do mine next!" He cried out gleefully, tilting his head towards his dark chestnut-haired counterpart.
"No way! Besides, it's too short. Idiota..."
You rolled your eyes playfully, before leaving the two of them alone. You stopped in front of the mirror again, admiring the well crafted braid. Feliciano was still pleading with his brother to do his hair.
"Just do it, Lovi!" You called out, giggling.
Upon hearing familiar grumbling and footsteps returning to the living room, you moved there as well, shocked by what the view that greeted you.
Lovino had actually listened to you, and was attempting to braid his brothers floppy hair. You tried your best not to double over laughing, before you ran to get your camera.
This was one for the photo albums.