~Chapter 1~
"Lovi!" a familiar Spaniard's voice called. Lovino Hoisted himself up off the ground by the tomato bushes and chewed as fast as he could. He finished just as the Spaniard opened the back door to their garden. "Lovi, there you are! Oh… I guess you couldn't wait, eh?" Lovino began to feel his cheeks flush as he picked up the basket behind him, full with tomatoes and gestured to him angrily.
"N-No, I can wait, I was just trying to be helpful, you bastard! S-see? I picked a ton of tomatoes! I didn't eat any o-" Antonio laughed, before smirking and slowly walking towards him. "What are you doing? Don't come near me, I didn't eat a-" Lovino's words retreated to the back of his throat as Antonio picked a tomato out of the basket and turned it over in his hand. He then turned it around, displaying the tiny etch of teeth marks on the side.
"Oh yeah? Then what is this Lovi~? I thought we were going to make BLT's tonight, you couldn't have waited a little bit longer?" Antonio, still smirking, watched Lovino be surprised and gazed into his hazel eyes. Lovino murmured to himself in Italian before swiping the tomato back from Antonio, calling him a bastard, and trudging into the house. He stopped in the doorway, his heart pounding and glanced back to find Antonio laughing to himself. Lovino loved his laugh, though he hated to admit it. Lovino, more than anything else, loved him. The way he sent chills down his spine with the slightest touch…
-Boom-
-Thud-
Lovino snapped out of his trance and turned back to the garden to find Antonio on the ground. He was clutching his chest in pain, in an alarming pool of his own blood.
A/n: Wow, that escalated quickly.