Mi Tomate Pequeño

by Mattaya Anne

When Lovino finds himself sickly and on the streets right after WW2, food is hard to come by. He and his fratello struggle to find even just little bits and pieces. When a stranger begins to give him tomatos, Lovino feels stronger. But as he continues to take the tomatoes, he begins to feel more and more suspicious. (Based off of Mr. Kirkland written by xoBlackIcex) (Spamano)

1. Chapter 1

Mi Tomate Pequeño

Spamano

Sicily 1951

Lovino coughed, blood coming out as he did so. His little fratello was off running around, doing the work in order so he could have his damn medicine. He sniffled quietly, and his amber colored eyes looked around the hot, and crammed city street. Lovino continued to do his humiliating beggars routine for food around the food vending area, his voice pleading for any scraps they could possibly give to him. To his bitter disappointment, he was turned out every time, mostly getting rocks and such pelted at him. A sigh escaped his lips, and his distended belly from days of insufficient food, and endless days of hunger started to get to him. The young, about 16 year old man went over to the fountain, feeling like breaking down as he always wanted to. Being sickly made him unable to work, which meant that his fratello would suffer because of his fucking condition.

Then, he felt the same pair of eyes once again on him. It was always the same man, probably not too much older than himself, watching. Always watching. Lovino tried day in and day out to avoid him, but he always managed to show up, somehow. Uneasily, Lovino looked up, and the man smiled radiantly, before he managed to pull away from the hypnotic stare that held him there. Lovino looked down at his hands, before glancing back at the man, to see he was gone. Frowning, he looked forward, only to have the creepy, no downright fucking weird face RIGHT IN HIS OWN. Lovino screeched slightly, and almost fell backwards into the fountain, had the man not caught his arm.

The man laughed, green eyes never leaving his face, whilst strong, tanned hands clasped onto him. "Good thing I caught you!" He exclaimed cheerfully, but Lovino scowled, weakly swatting away his arms. The man was obviously quite wealthy.

"Leave me alone, you creepy bastard!" He said, and the mans smile faltered for but a moment into something far more malicious that raised his neck hairs. It was almost like it had never happened, and he laughed cheerfully.

"Well, I thought you might like to have this, you always seem to look hungry, and growing boys need their nourishment," He said, and produced a single, perfect tomato. Lovino scowled, and let out a harsh bark of laughter.

"I never asked for your help!" He said, but his stomach growling betrayed him, and the mans eyes danced slightly, as he almost tauntingly held out the tomato in front of his face.

"Hmm… Well, perhaps. But you do need it, little tomate!" He exclaimed, before dropping it into the surprised Italian boys lap. Lovino picked up the perfect fruit, breaking his gaze for a moment, and started to argue, when he noticed something.

The man had vanished.

Lovino scowled, whatever! Might as well take the damn thing. He picked it up, and started back to where he and his brother commonly set up camp, not seeing or feeling the green eyes that followed him, that smile ever present.

Hook, line and sinker.