Chapter 1

Lovino Vargas lived a life filled with dirt and plants. Every day he would wake up before the sun rose with his younger brother, have a simple breakfast, and then tend to the crops. He would spend the first hours of the new day doing this, and then proceed to eat Lunch. After lunch it was tending to financial matters, and the business side of the simple farming life he lived. He then cooked dinner and slept, just as the sun dipped and the moon light awoke and rose into the night. Lovino Vargas had lived this life since his ancestors acquired this farm, and he was determined to pass it down.

He loved this life. The freedom it gave him suited well with his personality, and it was really the only this he was skilled at. He didn't receive the traits his younger brother got of painting and fine arts. He was only Lovino Vargas, the farmer from the Vargas family farms that provided goods to the small town in Spain.

They grew many things on his family's farm, though it mainly catered around tomatoes. Not that Lovino was complaining, he loved the little red fruit. However, throughout all the history of his family's farm, the only thing that remained the same was the growth of tomatoes. He was always interested by this fact, often asking his Nonno about it. He would just simply smile, pat his head and say the same thing his father told him. "Ah, its cause if we stop, the tomatoes won't be able to hear the music ever again". Whatever that meant, Lovino didn't know.

Lovino found himself always interested in the family history of the farm. Several generations of Vargas's and all of them willingly continued to be farmers. It was in their DNA he supposed, and he guessed it was in his too if we wanted to continue the farm. Though, his brother was different. Feliciano had never really been interested in farming. His passion was in the arts, but yet like his older brother he was taught the farmer's way of life. But now that he was older, and getting married Lovino guessed Feliciano would move on to another occupation and would leave Lovino with the farm. Not that Lovino cared. Whatever he and his bastard excuse of a husband would do was not his concern. His concern was with him and him alone. Though he would be a little sad to have to do all the cleaning and house work himself. That shit always bored him, so Feliciano always took that job for him.

Every Friday was different. It was the farmers market after all. The Vargas family always attended the farmers market, and had been doing so for all their years. Lovino always remembered when he was younger, when his Nonno had always taken him to the farmers market and how he used to compare the different conditions of products with that of his family's. He always thought that the other farmers products looked so dull compared to that of his own. He still thought it to this day. Nothing could compare to the fresh tomatoes and other vegetables grown by the Vargas family, because this was his life's work and he would be dammed if someone bet him at his own game.

Lovino would go with Feliciano this time. They used to go all the time together when they were younger. Nonno would always make a big case of all Vargas's should go display their creations together and picked them up and took them with him. It wasn't until Feliciano started taking interest in people that Feliciano stopped coming with Lovino. He would always say to Lovino, "Ve~, we should go together to display our proud work like Nonno!" But he would then spend the whole day flirting and talking with fellow farmers that Lovino got annoyed at him and said it was better for him to stay home. Of course he would come anyway, but stay out of sight from his brother to not annoy him. But now this would be Feliciano's last time at the farmers market before he would be married. Well, there were a couple of weeks true, but Feliciano needed that time to prepare. Though Lovino had no doubt that his idiot of a brother would forget some vital details and his fiancé would end up planning it for him. If he didn't hate that potato bastard so much, he might've felt sorry for him. But no, this is what you get.

They passed the other early rises, such as the rice farmer Kiku Honda who gave a small wave at Feliciano. He was to be a best man at the wedding so Feliciano gave a heartfelt wave back. They further passed the barley farmers that sold fresh bread such as Toris Laurinaitis, and the potato farmer Natasha Belarusian who normally would be with her Big brother and sister, but looked to be alone today. The other farmers would arrive later in the day.

For a small town of mostly farmers, this was how they all survived. They traded and bought stuff of each other while selling some produce to people who worked in the main town place. It was all no surprise that they all knew each other, some better than the others.

By 11, the market was well under way with different farmers showing up, and people coming to buy produce. It was a normal day for these farmers. Life held no secrets for them as they needed none, so they used all the energy that would be used to keep secrets, and instead used it to further sell their produce. To the new customers and the old, it was their way of life.

By mid- day, Lovino and Feliciano had sold almost ¾ of the produce they bought, and now that the rush of people started to reduce, ended up playing a game of Eye- spy.

"Bastard, you can't pick a dog if it's going to disappear in an instant" grumbled Lovino.

"Ah! But Fratello it was so cute, it looked like the type of Dog Ludwig has, but that's not right because Ludwig has the dogs at home".

"You and that damn potato bastard" grumbled Lovino again. "Won't you shut up about him for one second, it's bad enough you're marrying him, but do you also have to talk about him".

"Ah! Ve~, I can't help it" Feliciano laughed back.

Lovino scolded at his brother. "He can't help it he says" Lovino grumbled to himself. Laying his head in his hands, he turned his head back to watch the people walk from stall to stall, though he did not see any people. He didn't even see any stalls; it was a while before he even noticed that what he was staring at were eyes. Emerald coloured eyes that could memorize anyone. He realised his mistake after a few seconds of direct eye contact and broke it off.

"Ah, you want anything" he spoke to the man. Lovino looked him up and down. He had never before seen this guy in town before, and if he was a tourist he hardly doubted that due to the way he spoke and looked. Tanned well, with curly brown hair, he was Spanish if he had ever seen one. Yes he lived in a small town in Spain, but for some reason this town was populated by a lot of foreigners and peoples whose ancestors migrated to Spain a long time ago. This included him also.

The man looked at Lovino, before breaking out into a goofy grin.

It was amazing and idiotic the emotions he felt at this. He felt as if he had known this grin all his life, seeing it all the time and then having it disappear only for it to show up years later when he'd forgotten all about it. It gave him a sense of déjà vu, which ultimately confused and annoyed Lovino.

"Ah, these little tomatoes are really red aren't they" the man said, bending down to pick up a tomato.

Lovino blinked. "Well, its cause I grew them idiot" he said while frowning. Normally he wouldn't let his emotions get the better of him at the farmers market, but seeing this man for some reason just got him annoyed. As if something in his heart had said "Why are you here you bastard".

The man chuckled back at Lovino's remark. "They are so beautifully grown."

With this, Feliciano finally came in. "Ah! Ve~, thank you. Brother grew this batch" he said with a smile on his face.

Lovino simply looked away. "If you want to buy anything, select and leave" he said to the man.

"Ah, Fratello that wasn't very nice" replied Feliciano Back.

Lovino grumbled. "You think I care bastard".

"Fratello…"

Then there came a chuckle. "Si amigo, you have gone all angry red like you tomato" the man said back chuckling.

Lovino could feel his anger growing now, "Why you basta-"he started to say before having a paper bag pushed in front of him.

"I'll take all these si!"

Lovino felt some of his rage leave, but he was still angry and annoyed. But finally caved in and allowed the man to purchase his families products.

The man turned, and started to walk with his fresh vegetables before stopping and turning back to look at Lovino.

"What do you want you bastard" Lovino called at him.

The man simply smiled his grin again and said "cute" before turning back and walking again.

'What a fucking pervert' Lovino thought.

Hahahahaha, Chapter 1 done, only an infant more to go. Man it's hard to keep Aussie slang out of this story