It seems that I've read all the spamano fanfictions out there so I decided to write this. Or rather, I wrote this then added spamano by changing the characters. Oh well. This will most likely be a two shot since I've started writing the other part. Hope you enjoy and comment you thoughts.

"Do you think they have tomatoes in space, Lovi?" Antonio questioned, his head tilted upwards to the stars, eyebrows furrowed in thought. Moonlight highlighting his strong profile. It was a warm summer night, a slight breeze ruffling his chocolate only noises were the wind rustling the leaves of the trees lining the path and our footsteps. After a moment with no response the bastard turned, adoring eyes locking onto mine.

"Well?" His eyebrows raised as an easy smile slid over his features. So fucking green, more than emerald, not forest, not leaf, just Antonio green.

I love his eyes. I immediately stiffened at the thought,

Wait what? What the fuck was that? WHAT THE FUCKING HELL LOVINO WHAT WAS THAT. NO, I did NOT just think that. I hate the bastard. I hate those goddamn emerald pools he calls eyes. I detest the subtle curve of those lips, That blinding smile? Nauseating.

"I don't know bastard!" I snapped, focusing on my shoes as they kicked up dirt.

"I hope they do, being up there all alone without a tomato would be torture." I huffed in agreement, not wanting to have this idiotic conversation. He blabbered on about tomato spaceships and alien farming.

Oh the way the dim light makes his caramel skin glow.

Goddamn I was lost in the small scars and dots scattering Antonio's face. The small scar on his top lip from his pirating days. One lonesome freckle on his left cheek. My eyes traveled up past his moving mouth to meet the vibrant green pigment framed by strong brows. Gold flecks forming constellations similar to the ones above us. We had stopped walking but he was still chattering. Lost in Antonio's gaze, my hand performed mutiny and raised all on its own, gently caressing his sharp jaw. His sudden intake of breath snapped me out of whatever the FUCK that was.

I'm cutting this hand off the second we get back. I decided.

We both stood there, Antonio opening and closing his mouth like a gaping idiot.

But damn it, I'm doing the exact same thing.

"Lovi?" Antonio whispered, his voice almost carried away into the night. The sky swirling around us, making me dizzy. I swallowed, feeling my adams apple tremble.

"Yes?" I croaked, failing miserably at sounding annoyed. His goddamn mouth started doing the fish, dying, opening, thing again. And then, my body moved all on its own.

Im decapitating myself when we get home, first the arm, then the head.

As soon as my lips met his, the night turned cold. Our bodies transformed into fire and the slight breeze to ice. My cheeks were heated, no doubt bright red, The hand on his jaw pulled close as I leaned into the kiss, tilting my head to the side.

God his lips are soft

Are mine chapped?

I can taste the basil from earlier.

His lips are like silk.

I wonder if I'm doing well?

Wait, why is he just standing there?

Is he still doing the fish thing?

Why isn't he kissing back?

Is it because of my chapped lips?

Do I have tomato breath?

No, he probably has a kink for that.

So why THE FUCK IS HE JUST STANDING?

I'm FUCKING Lovino Vargas, I'm motherfucking South Italy, Bitch Im his petit tomate, why is he standing here.

I pulled back, eyebrows creasing in worry. The damn spaniard just looked at me with shock, he features contorted in what could only be disgust. The world suddenly crashed down. The stars no longer twinkled, no, they fucking burned my body, shining down and striking holes all over. The moon acted as a spotlight, showcasing my shame to the world.

He hates me.

He's disgusted.

Fucking mortified.

He won't ever speak to me again.

He will probably tell Francis and Gilbert how the idiot italian kissed him.

Oh my god I'm a fucking idiot.

The bastard.

Flushed with embarrassment, I did what any reasonable person would do in my position, I sprinted towards the house.

So that was that. Tell me what you think! Should I turn this into a three shot instead of a two? You tell me. Thanks for reading and I hope you were please! :)