Alright! An Antonio/Romano fic! I've been wanting to write one for a while now but didn't have any ideas and I'm overwhelmed with school; then I got obsessed with the idea as them as language teachers and I had to write something!

I don't own Hetalia, if I did…I'd probably lose my mind out of happiness 8D

"Lovino! I'm only trying to spread the love~"

Lovino threw another textbook at Francis which hit him square on the nose pushing him out the classroom door.

"And stay out dammit! Don't you have a class to teach?"

With that Lovino slammed the door in his face and turned back to his class that had been gawping at them the whole time. Lovino calmly -calmly for Lovino- walked to his desk and took a seat.

"Well? What the hell are you looking at?" He shouted. "Get back to your work you little bastards!"

Under fear of death not a sound was made for the whole period. It was a mystery to all of Lovino's classes to how Mr Vargas got away with swearing and throwing books at other teachers - some thought maybe even the head teacher Mr Beilschmidt was scared of him. The more observant ones knew it was because Mr Beilschmidt was secretly dating Mr Vargas's younger brother the art teacher; if you could call it a secret when the Italian had painted a mural of them holding hands in his art room.

When the bell rang for lunch Lovino pushed his way past his class so he would be the first in the Modern Languages base but to his horror the tomato bastard was already in his seat. He made his way over to him until he was standing inches away from him and sent him a glare.

"Get. Out. My. Seat. Tomato bastard."

Antonio just smiled up at him and waved a lunch box under his nose.

"What's the magic word~?"

Dear God he was gonna kill this bastard some day. He gritted his teeth.

"Give me my seat tomato bastard!"

"Wrong answer!"

"PLEASE, give me my seat tomato bastard."

He raised his hand to his ear and fawned innocence.

"Closer~…"

Lovino pinched his nose and sighed. His brother's pet potato let him away with swearing and the minor injuries of Francis but he doubted if he killed Antonio he'd let him away without any repercussions.

"Fine." He chocked. "Please may I have my usual seat which I have sat in for the past 3 years, Antonio?"

Lovino looked as him he was in physical pain as he let out his words. Antonio stood up and in a quick second ruffled Lovino's hair and pushed the lunchbox into his hand. Lovino threw a stray notebook at his head but expecting it Antonio ducked and the notebook landed in the sink. Antonio fished it out covered in bubbles and read the name.

"Did you know this was Francis's?"

Lovino opened the lunchbox and took his seat secretly happy that Antonio took the time to make him lunch for the past few weeks. He shrugged as he ate a fork-full of pasta.

"It must have been fate." He gulped. "It's the lazy perverts fault for leaving his stuff everywhere."

Antonio took the seat next to Lovino and brought out his own lunch. For the past 6 months, ever since Antonio came to teach Spanish after the last teacher left, Antonio had decided to mess with Lovino's life in his opinion. His latest habit involved taking Lovino's favourite seat and not budging until he called him by name and not 'tomato bastard'. He didn't mind the free lunches so much. The man was a good a cook as he was annoying.

Just then Francis came strolling in, his face much happier now he didn't have a textbook wedged in his face. Lovino's slightly better than average mood was ruined when Francis slipped an arm around his shoulders.

"How nice for Antonio to make you lunch again my little Italian~" He squeezed his shoulders tighter. " This celebration of love is Magnifique, however I'm sure you'd enjoy moi cooking even more Lovino…"

Lovino smacked him in the face with the table. The bastard never learned. He rubbed his nose and went over to Antonio who was pouring a glass of tomato juice.

"Antonio look what that brute did!" He pointed to his nose. " How can you fawn over such a brat my friend?"

Lovino's breath caught in his throat. He heard an awkward laugh from Antonio and the sound of Francis being slapped on the head.

"Weren't you to have lunch with Arthur today?" Antonio asked. "As an apology for hitting on Alfred and Matthew last night. In front of him. In the space of 10 minutes."

Francis wore a sheepish smile that disappeared in an instant as he embraced Antonio almost spilling his drink on his shirt.

"Oh I forgot about that. I was drunk when it happened and when I am drunk I can't contain the love it is such a harsh punishment~."

Antonio smiled patiently.

"Lunch with your lover is a punishment mi amigo?"

"…He's cooking."

They all shivered at that. He walked to the door at blew a kiss at them both.

"Wish me good health!~"

"I hope you drop dead."

"Always the charmer Lovi~."

"Shut it."

Francis finally left hoping he could get to Arthur before the food became inedible and he could save it from the jaws of Arthur's oven.

An awkward silence filled the room. Antonio got out of the makeshift kitchen and sat right next to Lovino so their sides were touching. Romano slide away from him but Antonio pulled him back into a huge hug.

"Oh Lovi! You're so cute when your embarrassed!"

"Get off me you bastard!"

He half heartedly pushed him off and rested his hands under his chin and goofy smile.

" Why do you always have to be so touchy feely tomato bastard?"

Antonio's smile wavered for a second and he licked his lips.

"Lovi, how would you feel about going to dinner with me tomorrow night?"

Lovino dropped his fork from his hand which promptly hit him on the foot and he shot up in pain.

"Motherfucker!"

He fell back onto his seat to see Antonio laughing like a madman.

"I-It's not funny bastard! This is your fault!"

Antonio gave him a hurt look.

"…Is that a no to dinner?"

The world stopped for a minute. Lovino didn't know what to say. Moments passed and Antonio was still looking at him expectantly. He cleared his throat and wandered around the room pulling at his tie.

"W-Well I, ah…who-what food?"

Lovino mentally slapped himself. What food? Dammit.

Antonio got his confidence back and bounded over to him.

"I was thinking this little Italian restaurant in the city. It's supposed to be one of the best. I know you'll love it!"

"Wait I haven't said yes yet dammit!"

"…Your saying no?

"No! -Wait!"

Antonio pulled him into a bone crushing hug lifting him up and pulling him around in a circle. Lovino's face darkened and he pushed him away.

"T-This better be some good food, bastard!"

"Oh it will I promise my little tomato!" He beamed.

"TOMATO?"

It was too late as Antonio was already skipping out the classroom.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to tell my class!"

The door closed and Lovino collapsed on the spot. What the hell had he gotten himself into?

I feel I could continue this if enough people wanted me to - the date maybe? Spain should really listen to people when they're talking to him :/

Each reviewer will get a free tomato from Antonio's garden! ~