This is my first fanfiction on , I've written other fanficiton, I've just posted them to other websites (Aka. Wattpad). So sorry if it's formatted weirdly, or unusual. Let me get used to this. This is a SpaMano fanfiction, a human AU, where Antonio/Spain works on a farm with his mother and father, and Lovino comes there everyday to receive tomatoes.

Chapter 1

Lovino's POV.

"Fratello! Fratello!" Feliciano's high pitched voice rang through the house. Lovino growls and sits up, previously laying on the couch watching TV.

"What do you want, Feliciano?!" He shouted, annoyance laced through his voice.

"We're out of tomatoes again!" Feliciano came running through the door, almost in tears. He had a clean apron on that said 'Kiss the cook' which was green. Lovino had a similar one, but it was pink and said 'Don't kiss me'

Lovino sighed, pausing the TV and standing up. He walked over to Feliciano and hugged him. "God you are so dramatic. Can we last without tomatoes for a night? I don't want to walk all the way back to town for a few tomatoes" He tells the smaller sibling. Lovino and Feliciano lived in the middle of no where. It was almost an hour walk to town, and they didn't own a car. It would take him almost 3 hours to walk there, find the right tomatoes, and walk back.

Feliciano sniffed and clung onto his brother for dear life, but piped up at the thought of walking to town. He jumped up, moving away from Lovino and placing his hands on his shoulders.

"You don't have to walk all the way to town! While I was visiting Luddy, I met a very nice Spanish boy your age who was in town, tending to his sick grandmother. I found out he only lives about 20 minutes from us, walking!" Feliciano told Lovino excitedly. Lovino groaned at the mention of the German, but didn't interrupted his younger brother to complain.

"And how does that help us?" He asked Feliciano. Feli giggled.

"He lives on a farm! Where they grow and sell all different kinds of vegetables and fruits, including tomatoes! He told me I could stop by any time, and they would be glad to sell to us! You should go there and get the tomatoes!" Feliciano tells his brother, bouncing in his spot. Lovino groaned and threw Feli's hands off his shoulders.

"Dammit, why do I have to do it!" He cursed and crossed his arms, glaring at the smaller Italian.

"Because, Lovi! I'm scared of the dark, and the sun is setting! Plus, I think you would enjoy meeting Antonio, he is very nice!" Feliciano told the grumpier of the brothers. Lovino rolled his eyes.

"Antonio?" Lovino asked, the name rolling off his tongue. He liked the way it sounded, but just shook off the thought.

"Please please please please please ple-" Feliciano began to beg, but Lovino stopped him.

"Fine! Dammit. I'll go get your stupid ass tomatoes" Lovino groaned, walking to the door. Feliciano giggled and skipped behind him.

"Tomatoes aren't stupid! You love tomatoes! They are big and red and tasty and-" Feliciano began to go on but Lovino stopped him again.

"Okay okay! Now shut up and tell me where this damn farm?" He asked his brother, slipping on his coat, looking up at him.

"It's just down the street! He lives 20 minutes if you turn right on the road, opposite from town. Just keep going straight!" Feli tells his brother as Lovino stuffs his feet in his boots.

"Alright. I'll be back in an hour at most. Don't burn the pasta, lock the doors, and don't answer if someone knocks" Lovino told him, like he did every time he left the house. Feliciano giggled and held his hands behind his back, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"I know! You tell me every time! I'll see you soon! Love you!" He tells Lovino, placing a kiss on his cheek, handing him his basket, before skipping to the kitchen. Feliciano did that every time Lovi left the house, placing a kiss on his cheek and a quick 'love you'. At first, Lovino growled and cursed at him but now he didn't mind and took the basket and the kiss.

Lovino stepped outside into the chilly autumn air. He closed the door behind him and zipped up his leather jacket he wore. He walked down the few short steps in front of the house, onto a small path leading to a dirt road. Lovino shoved his hands in his pockets, turning right as Feliciano instructed. Lovino pulled his scarf out of his pocket, wrapping it around his neck and covering his mouth.

He mumbled curses to the cold as he walked down the familiar dirt road. A few cars passed him, but none paid any heed to him. He looked to the right, seeing fields in the distance. He could barely make out a barn and a brightly lit house, and what seemed like a small market. He sighed, looking back down at his feet, and the empty basket looped around his arm.

I was another couple minutes before he turned onto a driveway, a line of baskets full of fresh fruits and vegetables in front of him. There was a white painted fence surrounding the yard, and a house in the background. He could see a few cars parked in the yard to the very left, and on the right side was a small farmers market. There was a group of three children surrounding a mother, who was holding a basket and talking to a middle aged woman behind the setup. The woman had long light brown hair pulled into a bun, bright green eyes, and looked rather young. A man stood next to her, holding her with an arm around her waist. He had darker brown hair and brown eyes, socializing with the woman and the kids.

Suddenly, a boy excited the house, skipping over to the couple. The boy had light brown hair and green hair, just like the woman, whom Lovino assmumed to be his mother. The children were excited. They jumped up and down and reached for him. The boy laughed and moved around the setup and to the kids, giving them each hugs. While he gave the third child a hug, he looked up, making eye contact with the Italian. That was when it hit Lovino that he was standing there like a stalker watching these people. His face turned red as he stepped forward, looking away from the boy, but heard him laugh.

Lovino hurried over to the setup, away from the couple, whom he believed where the boy's parents, and began to look at the food they had out. He scanned the baskets until he spotted the fresh round red fruits he came here for. He was about to turn and get them when he heard a voice.

"Hola!" said the cheerful voice. Lovino let out a scream and jumped, turning around and seeing the boy standing behind him. He looked around, seeing everyone was staring at him, making his face go red again as he looked down.

"C-Ciao.." Lovino told him, looking at the ground. The boy laughed.

"My name is Antonio, I haven't seen you here before, but you're sort of familiar, have I seen you before?" He asked Lovino. Lovino looked up at him confused, and shook his head.

"No, you met my brother, Feliciano-" Lovino began to explain but Antonio gasped.

"Oh yes! The cute Italian boy from town. You look a lot like him, just darker hair and eyes, but you're equally as cute, if not more!" Antonio told the now angered Italian.

"I am NOT cute! Bastard! I'm only here because my stupid brother ran out of tomatoes and here is closer then town" Lovino glared at the Spaniard. Antonio laughed.

"You look alike but you're very different, I see! And you're looking for tomatoes?" the Spaniard asked, then pulled out a tomato. Lovino glared at him, then the tomato.

"Where the hell did that come from?" He asked Antonio, looking at him and then the tomato and back at him.

Antonio shrugged, "Well, I was going to eat it but I'd rather give it to the cute Italian that looks like a tomato himself!" he tells him and smiled brightly.

"I'm not cute! And I don't want your damn tomato! And my name is Lovino, jerk!" He tells him, glaring at him with more frustration. But, Antonio just laughed and plopped the tomato in his basket.

"Whatever you say, Lovi~!" Antonio tells him and takes his hand, pulling him over to the tomato basket, getting a loud 'Bastard!' from Lovino.

"How many do you need?" Antonio asked Lovino. Lovino ripped his hand from the Spaniards, his face a bright red, making Antonio laugh.

"I can get them myself, jerk! I'm not a damn child!" He tells the Spaniard, looking down at the tomatoes. He picked one up, examining it, deciding it was a ripe enough tomato, and put it in his basket. He picked up another one, seeing that one was ripe too, and then realized they all were great tomatoes.

Antonio could see the small bit of surprise in Lovino's expression, "The tomatoes grow amazingly here. But sadly this is the best they are gonna get this year. The cold is making it hard to grow good ones. Not as good as Spain though, Spain will always have the best tomatoes" He tells Lovino. Lovino looked up at him, a blank expression and nodded.

"You've been to Spain?" He asked Antonio, making him laugh. Lovino just glared at him and punched him in the arm for that.

"Of course! I lived there till I was 15, then moved here when my grandmother grew sick so we could take care of her. Have you always liven in America? You don't sound like you did" He tells Lovino.

Lovino hit him again, "Hey! What's that supposed to mean?!" He asked the Spanish boy. Antonio grinned at him.

"You have a thick Italian accent, that's all! I thought maybe you lived in Italy before" He tells him. Lovino goes quiet before nodding.

"Yeah well, I did. I moved in with my grandfather here when I was 8... But that's none of your business, jerk! Just ring up these tomatoes so I can pay and leave!" Lovino told him and showed him the three tomatoes in the basket. Antonio laughed and smiled at him.

"Alright, alright" He tells Lovino and moves to the other side of the market set up. He waved Lovino over to a register and a scale, "Just weigh the tomatoes" He tells Lovino. Lovino reaches for the three tomatoes in his basket and balances the three of them on the scale.

Antonio looked at the weight and typed the math into the register and looked up at Lovino, "That will be $4.63!" He tells him. Lovino nodded, pulling out his wallet and giving him a five dollar bill. Antonio placed it in the register and began to dig out his change when Lovino stopped him.

"I don't need change. It takes to much time" He tells Antonio as he readjusts the basket on his arm. Antonio smiles and nods, shutting the register.

"Alright! I hope you have a nice night, mi tomate! And I hope you will come back and visit soon! And bring your brother!" He tells Lovino. Lovino glares at him.

"I am not your 'tomate'! And I doubt I'll return! I'd rather walk all the way to town then have to see your stupid face!" Lovino told him and crossed his arms, turning and walking towards where he entered. Antonio watched him, smiling. He soon realized that Lovino was walking home. He ran out from behind the setup, running to Lovino.

"Hey! Lovi! Are you walking home? All by yourself? After dark?" He questioned the smaller Italian. Lovino shot him another glare.

"My name is not Lovi, it's Lovino! and yes, why do you care?" He asked the Spaniard, glaring at him. Antonio's smile widened.

"Let me walk you home! It's dangerous to walk in the dark! And plus, it must be lonely!" He tells Lovino. Lovino scoffed, and was about to tell him to fuck off, when he felt a chill go up and down his back, and realized he wouldn't mind the company.

"Fine" He tells him, then began to walk again. Antonio jumped up, excited.

"Okay! I'll be right back" He tells Lovino, turning and dashing back into the house, almost knocking down a woman walking by. He quickly slammed the door, and busted out of it as quick as he went in, but now he was throwing on a jacket. He ran to his parents, telling them something quickly before placing a kiss on each of their cheeks, then running back to Lovino.

"Alright! Let's go!" Antonio tells Lovino, a huge smile across his face. Lovino scoffed and nodded, then began walking. Antonio skipped up to walk beside Lovino, smiling down at him.

After they were out of the farm's sight, Antonio decided to spike up a conversation.

"So, you said you used to live in Italy? Whats it like there? I heard it's beautiful!" He asks Lovino. Lovino smiled slightly at the thought of Italy. He nodded.

"It is beautiful. Me and my stupid brother Feliciano visit every summer" He tells Antonio. The Spaniards eyes sparkled to the thought.

"I'd love to go there myself! Maybe one day me and you can go together! What do you think of that, Lovi~?" He asked Lovino. Lovino glared at him, holding his hands to his mouth and blowing on them to try to warm them up.

"Like hell i'd want to travel with you. I can barely stand to look at you" Lovino said, which was sort of a lie. Antonio was nice to have around, but he had just met him and found him annoying as well.

Antonio laughed, "Alright, then we'll have to fix that, won't we?" he asked Lovino, watching him as he tried to warm his hands,"Here, I can warm your hands for you.."

Lovino rolled his eyes, "No. We don't have to fix that, and how the hell are you going to warm my hands, bast-" Lovino started but shut up when Antonio took Lovino's hand, holding it and smiling down at him. Lovino just glared back, "Bastard" He muttered and stuck his other hand in his pocket.

Antonio smiled at him and held onto Lovino as they walked. Antonio continued making conversation with the Italian, but it was mostly Antonio talking and Lovino nodding or responding with small responses.

Lovino shook off Antonio's hand when he stopped in front of his house, which was lite brightly. Lovino turned to the Spanish boy.

"This is my house, bastard, you can stop following me" He tells him. Antonio smiled down at Lovino.

"It's very pretty! I hope to see you soon, Lovi. It was a pleasure walking you home" Antonio tells him as he takes Lovino's hand, leaning down and kissing the back of it. Lovino's face flared up in red as his ripped his hand from Antonio.

"W-Whatever, bastard! I'm leaving" He tells him and began stomping up to his the door, pulling out his keys and muttering about 'stupid Spanish people'

Antonio laughed and put his hands in his pockets, "Alright, goodbye, mi tomate!" He yells after Lovino, turning and walking down the path they had just come. Lovino put the key in the lock, turning the lock and reaching for the door handle. He turned his head, stopping. He stood there, watching Antonio walking.

"I know your watching me, mi tomate!" Antonio shouted, looking back at Lovino. Lovino's face turned red again as he stomped on the floor.

"Shut it, bastard!" He shouted before pushing the door open and slamming it behind him, the last thing he heard was Antonio's loud, yet soft and sweet laugh. Lovino covered his reddened face and leaned against the door after he shut it.

Feliciano came running, worried, "Fratello! Are you alright?" He asked him. Lovino took his hands off his face, a small smile at his lips.

"I'm fine, Feli. Here are your tomatoes. Do you mind if I eat one, you only need two, right?" Lovino asked his brother, pulling out the tomato Antonio had given him personally. Feliciano smiled widely and giggled, taking the basket of two tomatoes.

"Of course! I'm going to finish dinner, I'll call you when it's ready!" He tells Lovino, skipping back into the kitchen. Lovino nodded, looking down at the ripe fruit in his hands.

"Stupid bastard" He mumbled, taking a bit of the tomato and plopping down on the couch.