What are we Eating Next? (Toni and Lovi~)

Lovino yawned, walking down the stairs and stretching. He stepped into the kitchen and pulled back the curtians on all the windows, smiling as the first rays of golden light hit him. He turned and tied on his apron, rolling up his sleeves next. He reached above his head, having to stand on his toes to reach a dishcloth which he tuked into his waist.

The Italian turned on one of the massive ovens. While it was heating, he stood on his toes once again to pull a string. That string then set off a bunch of bells top wake the servants. They awoke with breakfast. He sighed, pulling a pan from a cuboard. He really hated having to be the first one up. He then went up the stairs and to the prince's room. Having no manners, he walked right in. "Hey. Get up."

Antonio woke up early that morning, feeling somewhat off. At first, he couldn't place just what this feeling was. He whined a bit, eyes fluttering open, and he realised that he couldn't properly see. He very nearly yelled out in a panic, but jerking his head slightly proved to solve the problem here. There was a turtle climbing on his face. Was being the key word. Now it was on it's back having fallen over when he jerked away.

He couldn't help but laugh, carefully picking the turtle up and flipping it back over. "Dinah, you silly turtle. You scared me." She didn't seem to be bothered by this fact, coming out of her shell and working her way toward his pillow. He laughed again, settling his head back onto his pillow to watch her.

It was only a few moments after that that he found his room being abruptly entered. This wasn't unusual, actually. Antonio was finding himself growing accustomed to having one servant in particular treat him with disrespect. He wasn't at all bothered by it. Sitting up, he smiled at the Italian. "Buenos dias, Lovino!"

He stood, half leaning against the doorway, wondering why the Hell there was a turtle on the Spaniard's pillow. After deciding he didn't want to know, he stepped into the rather large bedroom, opening all the curtians and letting the light in. "Yeah yeah, good day to you too." He turned to the Prince in the now brightly colored room, "I'll be starting breakfast soon."

"Come on. You have to get up and come to the table. Is there anything in particular you want?" He asked as he reached behind himself. His apron had come undone and slipped down his hips. He was currently in the process of retying and fixing himself up.