A/N: Hey everyone! For those who were reading A Year's Worth, I have moved it to this new and improved story! :D I changed the title and the characters sound a bit more… in character? Antonio sounded dull when I first wrote it so I feel better now that I put in more enthusiasm into the writing.
Anyways I'll update more quickly this time! I promise! Thank you for understanding.
Title: 365 Days of Love
Summary: A lot can happen in just one year… Especially when you find that special someone, no matter how much they cuss you out. –fail summary-
Warning: Some Nyotalia involved, Lovina's language, etc. Craziness all around.
Pairings: Antonio/Fem!Romano, Ludwig/Fem!Feliciano, and probably more to come…
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story ideas. If I did own Hetalia… Let's leave that to everyone's little imagination.
Antonio POV:
Do you know how hot it can get during the summer time? I don't even know! But my precious tomatoes were withering away because of it! Just this morning I went out to check on them and just seeing them in this tragic state… I frowned as I picked one off the plant and inspected it. I don't mind dried tomatoes, but I really think they taste best when ripe~ I finally had to call Gilbert to lend me one of those tents so I could keep my plants in the shade and away from the harmful rays of the sun.
*ring*
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"Hallo? Shut up, West! I told you already, I did NOT take your stupid camera! The thing is so damn old, why would the Awesome Me use something that should be in a freaking Smithsonian?"
"Hola, Gil!"
"Oh hey, Toni! What's up? The Awesome Gilbert is always here to help! … Dammit, I keep telling you to go look in your room again! I didn't take the fucking thing!"
"Eh… Should I call at a different time? You sound busy."
"Nah you're fine. … Actually, hold on one moment."
I could hear him put down the phone, argue with his little brother, Ludwig, for a few more seconds, before he picked the phone back up again.
"Sorry, technical difficulties here. Mein Gott, who knew his camera, would be in the freezer? Kesesese."
"Gil, you shouldn't pull pranks on him that much. One day karma's going to get you!"
"The Awesome Me, can go through anything! Cause I'm just super cool like that. Anyway what were you calling for?"
"I need a tent. Could lend me one? Please?"
"Eh? Sure! Just come over to pick it up! See you in an hour!"
And he hung up just like that. Gilbert was always like that, he'd go off and set a time and place all on his own when he, Francis and I would make plans. He did that a lot with this girl named Elizabeta in high school, trying to ask her on dates, which really isn't the way to go. He'd come to me and Francis crying and complaining about how can she not go out with someone as awesome as him.
I drove over to his house, about half an hour away from mine, and knocked on the door or at least tried to until it slammed open and got tackled to the ground by Gilbert instead.
"Antonio!" he cried. "Dude, you're here!"
"Gil, was it seriously necessary to watch me from the window, and throw me to the ground? … Did you drink?" I asked as I stood from the pavement, helping up my friend as well.
"Pfft. Why would you think such a thing?" he laughed.
From the all the redness showing up on his pale face, and the slight slurring sounds he made, I knew he was lying.
"Where'd did your brother go then?" Ludwig would never allow his older brother to drink more than two bottles a week. Despite Gil's drinking all the time, he never could build up a high alcohol tolerance. Half a glass of hard liquor could've knocked him out for the rest of the night.
"Mmmm he had to go shoppin' or somethin'~ He'll be back."
"Well, anyway can I borrow that tent?"
"Ha! Yeah bout that… I could show you where it is, but it's, like, in the garage."
"And? Can't we just go get it?"
"No can do buddy." He giggled. "Unless you wanna get lost for at least three days, be my guest and go look! Cause I am not going through that fuggin' jungle of shit."
"Come on how bad can it be?" Really bad. If I had to describe the place with a word, it'd be utter terror. Oh wait that's two isn't it? Well whatever, Gilbert open the door to the place. It didn't even open all the way. If you measured it, the opening was probably a foot wide. That alone convinced me that I couldn't get in there.
"The garage door outside wont even open because of this mess you can't see!"
"Yet you told me you could lend something to me, when you can't even get it? Gilbert!" I sighed, followed by a face palm. "Forget it, I'm going home. Next time I ask for something, make sure it's in an easier place to get!"
"Sure sure, whatever you say my Spanish friend!" he said, smiling.
I shook my head with a smile growing on my face as I led myself out the door. Even though he's like that, I can't help but forgive him.
As soon as I got home, I went to the back yard to check up on my tomatoes. Though the red fruit wasn't the first thing I saw as I got there.
A tiny curl. That connected to a head of a girl, who was bent down picking tomatoes off the plant. All I could do was stare.
Usually the first thought would be 'Who is this person?' or 'What the hell?'
But no words even came to mind. I just looked on and on to what she was doing. She seemed way to engrossed with her activity to even notice me standing just a few feet away. Finally, until she looked in my direction and gasped, shocked to find me here as if I was the one intruding her house.
I could tell she was panicking, clutching the hem of her golden colored dress, staring straight at me with, beautiful, hazel eyes.
I opened my mouth to say something but before I could, she through the back gate and out onto the street. It took me a few seconds to collect my thoughts and try to follow her, but she was nowhere in sight.
What was that about? That girl… I closed my eyes and pictured her in my mind.
Auburn colored hair at a slightly wavy medium length, she had that odd strand of hair curling out to the right side of her head. I remember the way she smiled a bit when tending the tomatoes with care…
I looked above the plant and noticed she even grabbed a bed sheet (from where though?) and tied it to the roof and fence to act as a cover for the plant. And on one of the stools, a small basket of tomatoes freshly picked and rinsed.
I looked back at the back gate, fully swung open. A few more moments passed until I finally came to and told myself that I wanted to her again.
A/N: And done with the first chapter! I hope it was okay... I wasn't too excited putting this out. I feel like Spain's a little OOC. Well I hope you enjoyed it! I'll put out the second chapter ASAP! Was Prussia a little OOC too? Eh who knows... Well I'll see you guys soon!