A/N: Ohmigosh! First update on this site! Okay, first, I apologize to any Spaniards out there who will possibly think "Gosh, this girl's Spanish sucks ass. And she has the gall to post it!" Allow me to say that I only know Latin Spanish and have zero knowledge of European Spanish. Just a warning. Otherwise, I hope you like it!
Warning: Genderbending Ahead
"Come on you lazy bastard, siesta is over! Time for dinner!"
Lovina poked her head into Spain's room to find him fast asleep.
She spotted the sheets on the floor and her boss in only boxers spread over the mattress. Lovina laughed at Antonio's tomato print boxers.
Stepping over the scattered clothing, Romano walked to the bed, shaking Antonio's shoulder.
"C'mon tomato bastard, get your lazy ass up!" she said impatiently, "I even made pillea, with tomatoes no less!"
She leaned over her lazy boss even more, grabbing both shoulders.
"Come on, stupid Spagna!" she practically shouted.
She felt a hand on her back and knew what was coming. But she didn't pull back fast enough.
"Toni-!" Lovina protested as her head was pushed against his.
She wasn't sure if he was kissing her or if he was still asleep.
Trying to get out of her position, sprawled on top of her half-naked boss, Lovina tried to pull away.
"You jerk," she muttered against his lips, "Are you awake or not?"
His breathing was even and he didn't seem to be conscious, he probably would be laughing by then if he had been awake, but she was still blushing furiously.
"Tomato..." he muttered, his breath tickling her nose.
Great, Romano thought, Even dead asleep the bastard makes fun of my blush.
Lovina finally managed to move his hand off of her head and sat up. She was sure she would never have been able to do that under normal circumstances, Antonio was much strong than her, but the Italian managed somehow.
Lovina licked her lips.
"Jerk," she muttered, "You taste like tomatoes."
Lovina shook her head in amazement, the bastard had the gall to keep sleeping, and moved back to the door.
She was just about to leave when Spain muttered, "Te amo, mi pequito tomate..."
Lovina blushed and smiled at his sleeping face.
"Te amo, tomate bastardo," she muttered back.
"Mi amor."
Lovina had just finished setting food on the table when she heard a groggy, yet sing-song, voice.
"Lovi~! Dondesta?"
"Aqui en la cocina!" Lovina called back. Spain had a hard time speaking English when he just woke up.
As he jumped the last stair with ease, Antonio grabbed her from behind, pulling the girl into a hug.
"I just had the most wonderful dream, Lovi~!" he said happily, "I was kissing this girl that looked just like you! And she blushed so much she looked like a tomato!"
Lovina was about to say something when Antonio spun her around and kissed her lips.
Almost instantly, Lovina's face turned bright red.
"See?" Spain said, when he pulled away, "Just like that!"
"Bastard," Lovina muttered, "Remind me never to wake you up again."
"What?" Toni asked in confusion.
"Nothing," Lovina said, blushing again, "Dinner's ready."