Tomato Jealously

"One tomato, two tomato, three tomato, four, five tomato, six tomato, let's pick some more!!!"

Romano sighed, what happened to Antonio? Spain had started acting funny last week; and it wasn't the funny ha-ha either. But of course- who didn't know about the older's zeal for the red vegetable? Except, it's grown more intense over the past couple of days and it was getting on S. Italy's very last nerve.

Romano disdainfully looked on as he shifted the parasol onto his other shoulder. Spain was having so much fun out there in the tomato field and he was just so very jealous. How come the tomatoes were getting more attention than him? It wasn't fair…

"S-Spain," Romano shyly said, walking up one of the rows, "aren't you tired? Y-you could take a nap or something with me, it's nearing 3 'o clock- "Nonsense, I can spend the whole day out here picking these babies!!" Antonio interjected, running farther down the row.

S. Italy shook his head and trudged back inside the house. But, through all of that disappointment, Romano couldn't see through Spain's happy façade and glance at his depressed face.

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Romano let out a brief yawn before slipping out of bed and finding a pair of boxers to put on. He silently walked out of the room and to the stairs, where he heard the sound of rushing water, the clinking of dishes, and Antonio's calm voice. It sounded like…he was talking to somebody. Was somebody invited without his consult? He tiptoed down a couple of steps before crouching down to take a little peek into the kitchen.

"I'm not good at this whole 'love' thing…I mean; I don't even know how to approach him!" Spain quickly said, scrubbing a dish extra hard. Italy bit his lower lip as he listened to Spain speak. 'That's it… he likes somebody! But if he does like somebody, will he have time for me anymore?' Romano wiped his eyes before the tears could fall and stood up. He stomped down the rest of the stairs and walked to the front door.

"Romano, what's wrong?" Antonio asked, walking into the living room. Italy looked at him with narrowed eyes; Spain was cradling a phone, with the receiver facing his chest. "I'm going out." He turned towards the door. "Where are you going?" Antonio asked, taking a step forward. "Did you hear me? I'm going out." And with that, Romano left and slammed the door.

Spain stood there for about a minute more before turning back around and going to the kitchen once more. He put the phone to his ear and talked, "You see? H-he probably doesn't even feel the same way…"

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Romano ran as fast as he could from the sunny nation. It was too much; to just bare with the fact that your love loves somebody else. He ran for quite a long time, too. In fact, he ran so long that he felt the temperature drop. I'm talking about collapse on the floor drop. He stopped running to take in the scenery. White; pure white snow, blankets and blankets of it, and even more blankets slowly falling down. How in the world did he not notice this when he stepped on the substance?

Whatever, what mattered was exactly who's territory was he on. China, Korea, or Japan? …Nah, they're sunny. Could it be…? Romano let out a nervous laugh. It couldn't be Ivan's land, right? Right?! He turned around to be met with more white land and gray skies. It was awfully cold right now….maybe he should go find somewhere to rest, but where?

He began to run again, looking around for light that signaled a house was near. It was getting dark already; when he left it wasn't even that dark out. Italy stumbled on a solidified piece of ice and fell into the snow with a loud 'crunch'. "…..S-Spain…" He whispered, breathing hard. He was shivering from cold, and crying; he couldn't possibly come out of this alive. He was going to die there without telling the person of his dreams how much he loved them.

Romano scowled and shook his head. He began to think about his little brother. Of course he was going to miss him, they always made pasta together….he remembered the play dates they had when they were little; Austria and Spain would chat while watching them. He smiled, the way Antonio said they were cute when their curls made a heart one day. And he had to admit, he was going to miss Germany too. He got him and Venechiano out of more binds than one, especially when they got themselves stuck by the curl.

Romano let out a shaky sigh and his breathing began to decrease. He let out one final tear as he smiled a bit more. He slowly closed his eyes- he'd be damned if he didn't die happy.

A/N: This is so fucking short, you guys; a billion worth's apologies to you all.

A/N2: Heeeeeeeyyyy you guuuyyyssss!! How're you all doing? This be the first chapter of the story, I'll be uploading the next one in seconds (I think?)

-Le gasp- I wonder what'll happen to Romano? Oh, no wait, no I don't, since I'm the one writing the story. Ha-ha.

The next chapter will have some kinda-sorta Liet abuse, so get ready for that!!