Title: Food Fight!

Pairing: Spamano

Rating: T for Romano's mild language

Warnings: None really….

Disclaimer: Prussia (me) does not own Hetalia! If I did, there would be more yaoi!

I ducked as a tomato flew past my head. Normally I would be upset about wasting so much of my favorite food, but at the moment I was determined to win. Win the food fight, that is.

"Oh, Romano, come on mi amor! Admit that I win and this will be finished."

"Never, you bastard!" I growled as I flung another tomato at his face.

Why did I agree to this anyway? That stupid bastard Spagna made a bet with me that if I won a food fight against him, then he would leave me alone for the rest of the day. But if he won, he got a kiss from me. Maybe, the back of my mind piped up, you really want to kiss him…

Shut up, voice! I blushed and ducked again, but the red fruit still splattered into my hair.

"Alright, mi amor, the end!" Spain called out. I groaned. We reached the time limit already? At this point I knew I had lost…

I sighed, looking down at myself as Spain came closer. "Alright," I grumbled, seeing how much more tomato covered me. "You win. Come get your prize, bastard."

Spain hesitated, then shook his head. "You're not just a prize, Lovino. You're so much more than that." He touched my face and I didn't move away. "So no, Lovi, I don't want to force you to do anything."

I was shocked, and touched. He had never been so… sweet? Caring? I rolled my eyes. "You're forcing nothing," I mumbled, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a kiss.

He responded eagerly, mouth moving sensually against mine as he tightly wound his arms around my waist. This felt… good. I pressed closer unconsciously and he tightened his grip when I wove my fingers into his soft, thick hair. Finally we broke apart for air and he kissed my nose. "Te amo, mi corazón."

I blushed. "Stupid Spagna." But I smiled.