"C'mon, Lovi, smile!" Antonio told his brown-haired companion, nudging him gently.

"Shove off, you tomato-loving bastard!" Lovino grumbled, pushing Antonia away. The Spaniard had drug him to the park (of course, stopping by the market for tomatoes first) for whatever-the-hell reason, and now they sat on a picnic bench. Watching the clouds.

Well, they had been. Now the tomato-eating bastard was trying to get him to smile. Why? Lovino was too annoyed to care or want to know.

"Always so difficult..." Antonio leaned in close, and pulled the curly hair that stuck out of his head. It provoked a, well, reaction from Lovino.

"Pervert!" Lovino exclaimed, head-butting Antonio in the chest. His cheeks were flushed, and he was now beyond annoyed with the Spaniard.

"Huh? I only pulled your hair curl..." Antonio said innocently, his green eyes also innocent.

Lovino glared at him, his brown eyes furious. "Damn bastard, read the atmosphere for once!" Lovino folded his arms, now thoroughly pissed.

Antonio's eyes grew soft. Lovino felt his cheeks turn read again, only this time for a different reason. Lovino turned away from the Spanish man's gaze, bringing his knees to his chest. He unfolded his arms and wrapped them around his legs and put his head down on his knees. Silently, he cursed the perverted tomato-loving bastard.

A warm hand rested on Lovino's shoulder. "Lovi, look at me."

"..."

"Lovi."

Lovino looked up at him, still glaring. There was nothing the bastard could do or say to make him do anything else.

The Spaniard had moved closer, making Lovino slightly nervous. Antonio took Lovino's face in his hands. Lovino wasreally tempted to pull away, but he didn't. He'd would've never told the tomato-loving bastard, but feeling his hands pressed to his cheeks actually felt, well, nice.

"Smile, Lovi." Antonio said, his voice soft. Lovino's cheeks reddened, and he looked down. And he didn't smile.

"Why so difficult?" The Spaniard asked, pressing his lips to Lovi's forehead.

"What are you doing, you-" Antonio's lips had found their way to Lovino's.

When Antonio pulled away, Lovi's cheeks were on fire. He looked down again, too flushed and embarrassed to want to meet the Spaniards eyes.

"C'mon, smile?" Antonio asked again.

Lovino managed a small half-smile.

"Thats better!" Antonio said happily. Lovino glanced up at him. Smiling wide, the Spaniard leaned in and kissed Lovino again.

If Lovino had been able to, he would have been grinning from ear to ear.