"Aughhh!"
"Lovi~!!! Are you okay?" Antonio yelled, to the terrace where Lovino Vargas was giving a frustrated glare at the tomato plants.
He turned to direct his glare at the Spaniard. "I told you not to call me that, bastard!"
"Lovi… Lovino… are you okay? Youre glaring…" With every word that left Antonio's mouth, the glare deepened. "If you go on like that, you'll fry my tomatoes."
Lovino blushed, annoyed at how genuinely concerned his previous caretaker was about the safety of the tomatoes. Shouldn't he be more concerned about him? Ah, whatever. He didn't want the bastard to care about him anyway.
"Oh, Lovi, you look like a-" Antonio started to say.
"Finish that sentence and I will kill you."
Antonio did not doubt this, for the Southern half of Italy was where the Mafia came from, combined with the murderous glare he was receiving from his former charge."Why're you so mad, Lovi?" He finally noticed that Lovino was seriously upset about something.
"Don't you know, bastard? Lent started today. I gave up goddamn tomatoes. And I'm starving."
Antonio jumped. Lent started TODAY??? His frantic thought came. The country of Spain looked backward into his house to see the calendar. It had Ash Wednesday with a big blue circle around today's date. Oh, oops… He'd forgotten all about the fasting today. Actually, he'd eaten like a king.
Lovino groaned out of agony at the juicy, red, luscious tomatoes before him. Goddamnit… they looked so gooood…Why couldn't I have given up something easier? Like Antonio… Ugh… South Italy thought, moaning from hunger.
Spain looked at his precious Lovi, who was actually fasting today like he was supposed to. Hmm… he's being so cute! Isn't there a way I can help him…? I'M THE BOSS! His emerald eyes then lit up with an idea, the same way Alfred's did.
The Italian closed his eyes and sat down on the ground facing away from the tomatoes. That was all he could do at this point to keep himself from them.
He felt something wet and soft on his lips, tasting almost exactly like a fresh tomato. Opening his eyes anxiously, he saw Antonio on the other side, connecting his face to his own.
Antonio pulled away slowly, reluctantly. "Tomate away from tomate." He said, smiling.