:-:-:Antonio:-:-:
The more I think about him, the more I want him. I can't think that no matter how much I want to. I will say, I, Antonio Fernandez Carriando, am an idiot. It's been years since Lovino and I become friends, or more like since I met him and called him my friend. I was only 16 at the time, or should I say, my age seemed to be 16. I'm a country so my age is old, but we try to go by age appearance. My little amigo, Lovino, looked 10 at the time. I am the country of Spain, and my friend he is Romano, the South part of Italy. I tried to be his friend too, but I don't think he likes me as a friend.
We have been though so much over the years. When Lovino was little he had a weird twitch, a disease called Chorea, that made him drop a lot of things, but I tried to help him. I made him dance every day to try and help him control it. It was hard to do when my boss, the king of Spain, told me I had to go to other lands and claim them as Spanish colonies, in a way making me a pirate. My pirate days were hard for Lovino and me. Most of the time that I was home, which wasn't often, I had to stay in bed because I was injered or sick, or I had to tend to my large tomato farm, but I spent every moment I can with him. I don't know if it worked but after a long time his twitch wasn't as bad and his chorea seemed to slowly go away. I still try and make him dance sometimes, just because he is so good at it and its a way I can spend time with him.
Lovino now looks to be about 16 now, and I look like I got stuck at 20. But after all these years with Lovino, I feel like I'm starting to have other feelings for him… I'm so old compared to him, there's no way….. What am I talking about? I can't say I don't feel differently about Lovino. Ever since he started to get older I've been finding myself want to get closer and closer to him. But... it will never be the way I want it to be...
Today, I think I will ask Lovino to dance again. He normally doesn't mind, and he seems to like more then he would admit it, especially when I play the guitar as he danced. So I woke up early and went straight to the tomato fields. I picked enough tomatoes just for the two of us. Lovino's favorite food is tomatoes. Then I went to wake him.
I knock on his door and yell so he can hear me, "Lovi, are you up yet?! I thought we could do something together today!"
I heard a groan and a few signs of life come from the other side of the door, then a yell back, "Fuck off tomato bastardo, I'm trying to sleep!"
"Pero today will be so much fun, and I have your favorite, Tomatoes!" as soon as I said that I heard a jump from the bed and clothing being put on, then the door flung open.
"Where are the tomatoes?!" Lovino looked at me only for the location of the tomatoes. His dark brown-red hair was a mess, with the same curl that never stayed down, but his hazel eyes are just as beautiful as ever.
"They're in the dance room, I thought we could do some dance stuff today, like when you were younger. Doesn't that sound like fun?!" I smiled hoping Lovi wanted to dance.
Lovino sighed, but the look on his face told me he really wanted to dance, and seemed very happy that I asked him to. "Fine, what ever bastardo. As long as I get my tomatoes."
My face lit up, and I took Lovino's hand dragging him to the biggest room in the house, the dance room. "Vamos, Lovi, Vamos!"
When we reach the room, Lovino goes stairght for the tomatoes and eats his share of them. I sit next to him and we watch the birds fly around and play in the bird bath eating the fresh tomatoes.
When the tomatoes where gone I grabbed my guitar, strumming it a few times to make sure I don't have tune it. It sounded nice, Lovino always liked to listen and and watch me play ever since the day we met. After a practice song I look at Lovino, and ask "Are you ready to dance?"
"Sì, bastardo. I streached while you were playing your stupid guitar," Lovi tryed to make it look like he didn't want to dance, but I could tell he love to.
"Bueno, then let's start."
Lovino started with the first dance I taught him, the Tarantella. Every step was perfection, sometimes a small smile came to his face when he got to the moves that where hard for him in the past. I played the song, not missing a note. We've had lots of practice over the years. I played many different songs, sometimes getting up and dancing with Lovi as I played them. When lunch came I stopped, and Lovino rested on the ground.
"Why d-did you stop, you b-bastardo? I was ki-kicking ass," Lovino was breathing loudly as he spoke, and seem to be out of breath and in need of a good rest.
I laugh, only partly out of breath myself, "Well its lunch time, and I'm sure you would love some more tomatoes, Sí? And I can make some churro y jamón." I gave Lovi a smile, and started to walk to the kitchen, Lovino caught his breath and followed.
In the kitchen I got all the food together and made it for our lunch, and a huge mess on the tables. Once all the food was done, the air was filled with the sent of Spanish food like a restaurant in Madrid. After cleaning my mess, I sat down next to Lovino, putting the food in front of us.
"I hope you like it, Lovino!" I smiled wide waiting for a responce.
"Yah, yah, what ever bastardo..." Lovino just muttered as he took a churro and nibbled on it.
When all the food was in our tummies we went to our own rooms to nap. Our naps take us about one or two hours.
The only problem with naps is the fact that I never wake up before Lovino. When he was younger he would wake me up in the mornings and I would have to wake him up after the nap, now it is the other way around. Lovino loves to find different was to wake me up, I guess a headbutt in the tomatoes got old. Lovino disused today he was going to poke my face to wake me up, a much nicer way then normal. Every part of my face twiched when he poked it, I could hear him snikering every time he did it.
I finally turn over and smile, still not opening my eyes, "¿Sí?"
"Time to get up bastardo. I'm going to show you how a real man dances," Lovino smirked as if trying to make it seem like he was all that.
"Okay, okay, Señor Real Man. I'm getting up," I said in a softer, more tired voice then normal. I tuned my head and pulled the covers over my face.
Lovino wasn't going to take my laziness today, he pulled the covers off the bed and put his hands on his hips. "I said get up you bastardo!"
I rolled off the bed and stood up, then look at Lovi with a smile, "And I said I was getting up," my voice slowly sounding more awake, yet I was still waking up and a little dizzy from getting up too fast. Even so I was happy seeing, Lovino. He always makes me happy as soon as I see those beautiful hazle eyes looking at me.
"Whatever you tomato picking bastard, come on, i don't know how to play guitar and i need music when I dance," Lovi was so cute complaining like that, his face turing a shade of red. He looked like a tomato. "What are you smiling about you jerk bastard?!"
You're so cute, Lovino, and I love it when you show me how much you really love to dance. "Oh nada, Lovi. Now come on, sense you want to dance so badly. You can dance for me," I giggled as I started to run down the hall, laughing and looking back to see if he was fallowing me.
"I-I don't do it for you, I dance for my own reasons, bastard." Lovino walked after me, he doesn't like running, so he never really did.
Today day was fantástico. We danced together for the rest of the day! I love seeing Lovi dance with his perfect ways of moving around the floor, his messy hair all over the place, his red face when he messed up one step, his hazle eyes lighting up like the most beautiful of stars... Damn it there I go again, I need to stop myself, there is no way Lovino would ever... Before going to bed we had some leftovers for dinner. I dreamed of being able to love Lovino, all night. Too bad thay will never happen.
