This was supposed to be a one-shot for Silan Haye but… I begin thinking and imagining and… this has become a short story. So Silan Haye, though I promised you a one-shot for being my 100th reviewer, I am going to make it into a short story. So… yeah… here's the story.
And by the way, thank you Silan Haye for helping me getting this idea and being my 100th reviewer, I cannot thank you enough.
Well, all in all, enjoy!
~Sour Tomatoes~
DING DONG! DING DONG!
…Who the fuck is at the damn door!
Romano groans, he didn't need people coming to his damn house… Yesterday, Romano had to face something that's a mixed breed of tomato for brains and a mad man that can't take his damn hands off his damn partner –he will not be the fucking woman! He is not the woman you bastards! He's fucking not! BASTARDS! –and he is still mad when the certain tomato bastard had fucking praised his damn idiotic brother too fucking damn much!
Don't tell him, Spain is fucking here… FUCK!
Romano is not fucking ready for stupid bastards! Whether it's stupid perhaps admittedly a lover now, tomato bastard Spain to a fucking airheaded Veneziano who could only eat like a fucking bottomless pit when eating fucking damn pasta! And he is sure as hell doesn't want to leave his comfortable… soft… and lovely–
DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!
"I'M FUCKING COMING!" Romano yells, getting out of his damn comfy bed and put some comfy clothes on. If that is damn Spain, he is going to head-butt the hell out of him. If it was Spain's so-called damn friends, thrown objects. And if it's only France… NEUTER HIM! WITH A FUCKING DAMN DULL WOODEN SPOON FOR THE FUCKER HE IS!
DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE! WAIT YOU DAMN BASTARD!" SERIOUSLY! Does this damn fucking visitor know– …?
…Now this is different…
"…Eyebrows bastard…?" Yes, it was Romano's damn friend, England… with a… child…?
Romano soon blushes in shame. Not many people know a little secret that Romano is that he indeed cares for fucking kids and not following that damn thinking that he thinks all kids is damn demons… Yes there are fucking damn spawns of Satan out there that Romano sometimes unfortunately had to encounter but he is actually good with kids. Hey, if you were some depressed little brat who thought no one fucking cared about you, you're most likely want to help kids not face what you damn face…
"Romano…" England begins, "I am deeply sorry for waking you from your slumber and visiting you in an ungodly hour but…"
"Sir, if you don't put me down, I'll get Austria and make him demand Hungary to battle you." The brat soon says. But strangely not in a tone where tattle-telling rich kids… somehow it's a depressed tone… Something that damn takes on Romano's damn heart… Fuck…
"I am sorry to say…" England finally answers after his gentlemanly apology that somehow the personification likes that Romano allows –hey, with that damn apology makes you fucking feel all appreciated and shit like that. England then raises the brat to reveal… "But… Italy has been in my home and… well…"
Romano couldn't blame that damn eyebrow bastard… This was… supposed to be his…
"Nice to meet you, you must be one of my civilians with that curl of yours. Or are you my grande fratello's?"
…
VENEZIANO!?
Spain couldn't help but feel nervous… Again, he did something wrong with his precious Romano…
He may have praised Veneziano (turns out Romano likes it when people call Italy, Veneziano so… whatever makes Romano happy~) too much that Romano must have been devastated and completely angered… Spain knows that he should really have done it… but Romano seemed to have worried about his fratello… so Spain tries to reassure and that started the accidental praising…
So, Spain is walking to his dear Romano's house with a basket of his best tomatoes (of course Spain always gives Romano the best tomatoes but this is more special. It has a bow! Bow are cute but never as cute as Romano) and a bouquet of purple hyacinths and white tulips. Hopefully this is enough for Romano to forgive him…
And now here Spain is… in front of Romano's house once more… and hearing rather the strangest things that Romano's voice is doing…
"NO! Stop running! You bass!"
"For fudge's sake! Would you hold still!"
"Idiot! That's not what I flipping meant!"
"You dill head! Stop struggling!"
Now… this isn't how Romano would usually curse…
Spain wonders if he took the wrong direction and is in a different house that looks like Romano's house…
"WAIT! NO! NOT THERE! WAIT! I SAID WAIT! NO! DIDN'T I SAY YOU TO DARN- CHIIIIIIIIIGIIIIIIII!"
And that is where Spain panics… And where he kicks the door apart from its hinges… again…
"CHIIIIIIIIIGIIIIIIII! Who in the well broke my fudging door!"
Luckily, it didn't seem Romano was in any danger… Spain actually sees Romano exiting from a room and his eyes both wide like those china plates that both occasionally Spain and Romano break from time to time (well, mostly Romano… and also the reason why they never buy expensive plates…) and glaring at him. So, Romano is okay and far from any danger… actually…
"…Who are you…? Are you the so-called Spanien that you finally came back…? Or are you once again going to be here and leave mio grande fratello once again…?"
…Little Italy…?
Spain blinks. Then he blinks again. And finally he blinks even more as he just stares even more on… supposedly Veneziano that is both out of character with his eyes open and dull-looking as well as being shrunken to when he was an adorable bebé or niño and was owned by Austria… The little Veneziano is also wearing that cute green maid outfit except… it was plainly dirty than even Spain can actually see it… It seemed that it hasn't been washed at all for days and from the stench that Spain finally picks up from his nose, neither did Veneziano…
"Antonio," Suddenly, a beautiful voice that only belongs to his cute lover went into Spain's ears and when Spain looks up to see again the most wonderful and cutest thing in the world, Romano~. However…Romano is still glaring at him and isn't so shocked anymore… "We need to TALK…NOW…ALONE."
Spain didn't really know what happened for a few seconds or a few minutes at that time after Romano said those words. All he knows is that a wonderful warm hand had enveloped his free hand, the hand that didn't have the bouquet, and actually pulled Spain to his… and then pulling Spain to where Romano is running to with that incredible Italian speed and already away from the dirty tiny Veneziano that is completely out of character in a second. And then the pulling stops and then Spain finally gets to register what's going on… well… he thinks…
Well, Spain is in a room that isn't lighted at all and he's pushed to… a wall…? Well, he feels a doorknob near his arm… so a door…? That warm hand that was once holding Spain's had let go and not that hand and the other hand is now pushing on Spain's shoulders, which explains how Spain is being pushed to possibly the door. Also, those eyes that belong to Romano are completely glaring to Spain's face or really, at his eyes.
"Spain," Romano said in a serious voice and tone, "Why are you here?"
At the question, Spain couldn't help but really tilt his head in confusion. Isn't it obvious that Spain is here to apologize? I mean, Romano did see the damaged bouquet that Spain still has, right? Oh! Spain still has the bouquet!
Meanwhile Romano is in stress damn it! His stupid tomato bastard just had to be here in the wrong time as always! Seriously! He didn't want to handle one idiot and sure as hell don't want to handle another! And then suddenly Romano has something shoved to his face!
Oh Spain is damn lucky that what he's shoving onto Romano's damn face smells nice! And seriously, Romano can't see a damn thing when he's pushing Spain on the damn door! Stupid tomato loving Spanish bastard!
Of course, Romano had to stop pushing Spain and take a few damn steps back to see what the hell is Spain showing at his and punch right in the… Okay, maybe Romano is blushing –MAYBE! HE IS ABSOLUTELY WILL NEVER ADMIT DAMN IT! –when he sees is a bouquet of apology given to him…
"To see you Roma, mi tomate!" Spain coos, loving his dear amor blushing and how flustered he's looking. "I'm here to apologize to you! Lo siento for praising your hermanito too much, you know that I would never prefer Ita– I mean, Veneziano more than you. Mi amor, you know I only love you and you only and… ti amo…"
Of course, Romano is completely ineffective on stupid cheesy and short love speeches especially ones made by oblivious personifications that may have or have not took care of him… But maybe he lets this one –just one! One! –slide and may actually accept a-and m-maybe even *ahem* like it *ahem*.
"I-I'm just accepting this b-because you would bawl your fucking damn eyes out and mourn like I'm fucking dead, okay!" Romano didn't stutter! And he did look at Spain's stupid eyes, not look at the damn floor that needs to be cleaned by stupid Veneziano… Stupid bastards… both of them! …And stupid stain on the floor!
Romano could feel that damn annoying sparkling smile and is sure he could feel that dumb tomato bastard's damn breath getting too close and getting closer and closer and… Damn it!
"Mi tomate, you're so red that I could just eat you up~." Spain coos, his damn breath tingling onto Romano's ear. Damn it! Why are ears so fucking sensitive! "You know, you're getting too cute, Lovi~," Romano soon blushes even more, he's sure Antonio has already put away the damn bouquet… "Maybe I should eat you up~."
Of course, Romano would never be the submissive one. So Romano did what he thought is the most effective thing to stop a passionate (AKA horny) Spaniard, head-butt his damn airheaded skull!
"Bastard!" Romano harshly whispers, glaring at the sniffling Spaniard, not feeling a single fucking but guilty about it damn it! "Now isn't the damn time for that! For fuck's sake! Veneziano is fucking damn here!"
"Wait," Spain says with his eyebrows going up, "That's… Veneziano…?"
Romano soon rolls his eyes, "Of course it's Veneziano! That's what the damn eyebrow bastard told me!"
Then Spain narrows his eyes, the mention of his worst enemy… he seriously didn't like it when his dear precious Romano is somehow friends with that hijo de puta. And if that tiny Veneziano look-a-like is actually Veneziano, then of course that would mean the hijo de puta did magic… Poor little –actually literally little! –Veneziano…
"Stop with that damn look bastard! Eyebrow bastard didn't mean to hit stupid Veneziano! Veneziano just made eyebrow bastard miss stupid pervert frog bastard!"
Spain couldn't help but pout –maybe he has got the bad habit by Romano… –he just didn't and maybe would never get along with the hijo de puta. But if Romano asks with those cute and pretty eyes, Spain won't badmouth the hijo de puta… much…
"Look, all I know is that Veneziano is turned into some damn depressed little child and he'll turn back to that fucking annoying goofball that everyone oh-so loves…" Romano grumbles, directing his eyes away and glaring at the floor.
Spain sighs, he loves everything about his dear amor except of how he can't see in those lovely, beautiful, yet blind eyes that he's perfect and of course, lindo~! Of course, Spain likes to do anything to comfort his tomate and he definitely loves to hug~, especially now~. He couldn't help but hug tightly but reassuringly to Romano, his arms around the Italian waist that seemed to fit so perfectly and his chin resting on the soft and silky hair that give a small essence of mint from his shampoo but luckily an addictive natural aroma that only Romano could only produce…
"Oh how long are we going to do this, mi tomate," Spain softly coos, smelling that wonderful aroma and having one of his hands busy with petting the soft dark chocolate colored silk. "You really should stop being so negative on yourself, you should know I love you more than Veneziano and even that hijo de puta likes –Ay!"
Of course, Romano can be strong when he wants… especially there's living proof of his now hurting foot that Romano just stomped on… Perhaps Spain should have let the hijo de puta out of the supposedly comfort…
"Leave eyebrow bastard out of this!" Romano growls now glaring at his tomato loving lover bastard and now forgetting his negative mood. "He may have turned stupid Veneziano into some depressed little bastard but don't you dare fucking insult him!"
Spain pouts, now he didn't want Romano to be negative and all but he sure didn't want to get rid of Romano's negativity by angering him… Now, Romano is trying to push Spain away to stop all the hugging and embracing with a cute tomato face. As much as Spain would adore teasing Romano like usual, he at least remembers there's a child that waiting for them… well…
"Stupid tomato bastard…" Romano grumbles to himself, having his head down as he tries to hide his blushing face away but not seeing the smirk now on Spain's face. "Having to make fun of eyebrows and f-fucking hugging me… I should–"
Well, Romano didn't really get to finish his mumbling as a tanned finger went under his chin and then made sure that Romano's head is tilted to see the loving look of his lover… Of course Romano might have blushed even more when he witnesses once more of a pair of emerald eyes looking at him with that look that is only given to just Romano and Romano alone. Okay, perhaps Romano might –MIGHT! –forgive Spain for another of his stupid mistakes…
"Te amo~, Lovino~." Spain coos in a husky tone where Romano could feel the damn fucking tomato blush reaching past his neck. Seriously! It's a fucking rarity for the damn tomato bastard to call him in his human name! And fully as well! "Mi perdoni?" Damn it! The bastard is now speaking in Italian!
"F-f-fine!" Romano grumbles, trying his best to direct his eyes away from the damn loving stare. But of course, Romano isn't fucking mean all the time… "T-t-te amo… bastardo…"
Too bad the blush isn't going away, especially since Romano could feel the damn tomato bastard getting closer slowly… Stupid horny bastard with tomatoes for damn brains… And he's taking too goddamn long!
Frustrated, Romano did the most common sense that kept yelling inside his head. He grabbed the bastard's shirt collar and yanked it to smash his damn lips to the tomato bastard's.
Spain of course is surprised to Romano's action of wanting the kiss to happen faster but of course, he obliges. Pressing him more on the kiss, Spain's arms wrapped more tightly around that wonderful waist of his Italian and hands feeling the sides and curves. Hands that are strong yet soft and smooth that were once yanking on his shirt soon slithers around his neck, one soon grabbing on the untamed, curly chocolate locks. Romano soon turns his head to angles to get the kiss deeper… though Spain wants more.
Tightly grabbing onto Romano's hips, Spain's instincts soon took over. As if a dance, Spain spins both of them, only wanting and succeeding on pinning Romano to the wall. Of course, Spain wouldn't hurt his dear Romano so he put his hand on the back of his head to take the collision from the wall and also…
Romano tries to suck in a moan as that stupid bastard's fingers are now just so lightly touching on his curl. Of course, the damn bastard isn't going to give up and instead of plainly touching it –Chigi!
Now Romano couldn't help but moan when those damn fingers soon pulled that damn cursed curl of his. But he couldn't just open his mouth. No. He can't submit! That bastard has another thing coming if he thinks –Oh… D-Damn it…
Spain inwardly smirks, he knows he's succeeding when he could plainly feel the vibration and hear the strained moans as he fondles with the nice Italian curl. Rubbing it with two fingers, his thumb and index finger, in a slow, torturous speed, Spain tries to get Romano to open his mouth. Romano can be so stubborn at times. Spain's patience soon and quickly dissolving as the strained moans keep continuing and still Romano won't open his mouth. Pressing onto Romano even harder to the wall, Spain soon goes to the last resort, tugging the curl… hard.
While Romano tried his best to not open his damn mouth, even with the damn tomato bastard foundling his damn curl, but he couldn't damn take it when he roughly tug on his curl. Of course, letting out a moan, Romano felt the invading tongue already getting inside of his mouth. His damn hand still holding onto his curl and his tongue trying to travel every part in his mouth, Romano finally submits.
His tongue now darts to the invading tongue that is Spain's, feeling every part of his wet muscle with his. Soon, both a dance and battle of dominance begins to play as it soon starts slow but quickly turning more and more passionate each second. Tongues are both wrestling and tasting each other as touches begin to follow its passion.
Spain has both of his hands stop grabbing their wanted destination and quickly grabbing on his favorite body part that belongs to Romano, his beautiful, cute, perky, and delicious butt. Spain could feel Romano's moan soon vibrating into his mouth as he squeezed it hard. But it's not enough.
Spain's hands soon travel upwardly, trying to find the waistline of the pants. Of course who could blame Spain? It's been long since the last one and Spain is never a patient man when it comes to that, especially doing it with Romano~. Now his hands found that waistline and goes a little over and then into–
Knock! Knock! Knock!
It seems that horrible distraction gave Romano some unnecessary thought and sense because Romano soon stops kissing, touching, and submitting altogether and both freezes and tenses up. Those wonderful hands that are once holding around his neck are now on his shoulders and pushing Spain with incredible face and strength and unfortunately succeeding.
Now, who was cock-blocking Spain? Spain is going to–
"Signore Lovino, are you in there? I heard a few noises and followed it… What are you doing?" …Oh… Whoops...
"Also bastard," Romano harshly whispers, glaring at Spain, especially the horny bastard he is. "You're a fucking human and you don't fucking damn know Veneziano, capito?"
Spain knows that Romano didn't usually warn him but is now instructing him firstly and lastly. Guess the hijo de puta used some past spell or something… but oh well! He'll have to work with Romano on Veneziano. So Spain just smiles and nods enthusiastically as he is.
Romano rolls his eyes but before he could damn say anything, the door is soon slammed open. No, Romano did not scream like a little girl, he didn't even squeak or even jump in surprise and for fuck's sake, he didn't fucking put his arms around Spain like a scared high school girl! And for your fucking information, if Romano can scream (he never screams damn it! Never!), he only screams in a manly tone, in a damn manly man way you bastards!
Oh and then there's Veneziano…
Mio Dio, Romano first didn't believe at first that it was Veneziano but with England looking completely exhausted (either from chasing Veneziano or actually going straight to Romano with nothing but his willpower or magic or both…) and that Veneziano could answer questions that only Veneziano could answer.
Now here is Veneziano, still with that dull glare and those completely uncharacteristic eyes and attitude. From what he hears bits from Veneziano, it is definitely after the time when Veneziano has unfortunately given the news of the death of his first love. But here is his… well… literally little fratello with his arms crossed and an uncharacteristic glare asking what was going on.
"…Italy," Romano begins, getting both a surprised look from Spain and bitter taste in his damn tongue, "Antonio and I had a talk… and we both agree…" Both Antonio and Veneziano lean in for what Romano is going to say next, which is "To take care of you until you want to go back to your home…"
Then silence… until…
"…I see," Veneziano quickly says, as if not wanting the chance for it to be gone. "As long as I don't go back to those traditori, I shall stay with you… acquaintances."
Meanwhile, Spain is a bit confused on taking care of the mini Veneziano but… soon Spain realizes something!
This is like a family! With cute Veneziano –well, even though it's not the same cute Veneziano… oh well! –as the son, which makes Spain the padre. This means…
"¡Sí!" Spain claps his hands together, causing to get both attentions of the two Italians. He has a huge smile on his face as well as an expression of having one of those weird daydream fantasies… "You should definitely live with us!"
However, before Romano could sigh in relief that Spain gets it and agreeing and being okay with it, Spain then quickly hugs Romano. And then what Spain had both squealed and cooed at the same time made things oh-so fucking great…
"With dear Lovi as the mama~!"
…Then silence…
…
Of course, Veneziano is plainly confused on that comment or statement or really anything that came out from this similar looking Spagna person. This person must be crazy or has a demon inside him… Really, who in the right mind who destroy a door or even call a man a mother, a woman!
"…Italy…" Veneziano hears the strange Italian human man say in a tone that Austria uses as warning. "Could you please get out of the room… now?"
Of course, living with Austria, Veneziano easily went out and close the door behind him. This is what Austria usually wants as he discusses with someone important so it became a habit to Veneziano. But what would the man need to do that's important and–
SMACK!
"¡Ay! Lovino~! Why did you do that~? You would be the perfect ma –AY! Lovi~! What's wrong~? I mean you can wear an apron like the last time when we had –AY! AY! AY! AY! AY!"
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…They're weird…
So… How is the first chapter…?
Also, I am truly sorry that I am not updating as much as I am supposed to be even though my schedule is freer. But of course… damn you school… damn you…
Now, getting to another topic, in this chapter here, I tried my very first make out scene to practice of what will come in summer. Hopefully it's actually good and not… you know… boring… Q^Q
So, did you guys like it or not? This is going to be a calculated a three chapter story or three-shot (AKA I am still beginner at this (AKA noob…)…) for Silan Haye and hopefully you, Silan Haye, likes this… pwease do… Q^Q
So here I am again… Pwease review and really, thank you for reading. (PS I like long reviews so don't apologize! :D) Ciao everyone!