What I Can't Have

Warnings: Profanity, Antonio's a perv, AU
Hetalia does not belong to me, and neither do the lyrics. I own very little, so please don't steal.

This was a request for Lumoa for being the 100th reviewer on L'Italia di Lovino~ The request was for a jealous/possessive!Spain. Here's your fill. Thanks so much to everyone who reviews, favs, subscribes, and reads!

Lyrics: "From Now on We Are Enemies" – Fall Out Boy

I just want to be better than your head's only medicine
I'm just the man on the balcony singing
"Nobody will ever remember me,"
Rejoice, rejoice and fall to your knees

"Three wishes."

Antonio Carriedo Fernandez stared at the strange boy suspended in midair, arms and legs crossed, in his kitchen. He sported a dark blue midriff with long, puffy translucent sleeves, blue slippers with a cottony white ball on each, and deliciously low-cut pants as poofy as (though unfortunately not as transparent as, the Spaniard noted disappointedly) the sleeves. Antonio had been rubbing clean a particularly large and juicy-looking tomato he'd found at the market earlier today with a dish towel, and, lo and behold, the scowling boy had condensed before him. Although angry-looking, there was something about the boy's pout that Antonio found simply adorable.

He was beginning to like his new life out of college.

"Did you hear me, human?" Antonio snapped out of his daze and blinked. "I am Lovino Vargas, the genie of the tomato you hold now. I have been confined in it for many months. Now you have set me free, and I shall reward you with three wishes. But choose wisely;" Lovino warned, "for each wish has a consequence that may—"

"So…this tomato is really old?" Antonio interrupted, staring at the red fruit.

Lovino squeezed his eyes shut. Great. He was dealing with a moron. "Yes. But it lasts forever. It's still juicy and delicious," he said with a roll of his eyes.

Kind of like you? the pervert in the back of Antonio's mind leered. "Oh, good! I could just eat it right up~" he said, eyes locked purposefully on Lovino's body. Okay, so maybe it wasn't in the very back. "So, what did you say your name was again?"

"Lovino. Lovino Vargas."

"Lo…Lovino? Ah, how adorable!" the Spaniard cooed, clasping his hands in front of him and smiling like an idiot.

The genie's face quickly matched the very tomato he'd materialized from. "I-it is not!" he sputtered. A tingling sensation went up to Antonio's spine—oh, he was surely delighting from this.

"Just make your three wishes so I can get the fuck out of here!" Lovino hissed impatiently.

Antonio frowned at his language, but he couldn't really blame him. He'd been holed up in a tomato for months. Then again, a tomato house didn't sound so bad…

With a sharp snap of Italian fingers, Antonio was once again forced to attention. And he found the face of the young genie at a much closer proximity than before. What a fierce glare!

"Hey, idiot! Make your wi—"

"You smell really nice! Like tomatoes!" Antonio observed, leaning into Lovino. Lovino jerked back to his original position, attempting to hide his vibrant pink cheeks.

"W-well no shit! I've been living in one! So make your first wish or—"

"I wish for a big field full of the freshest, sweetest, most glorious tomatoes anyone has ever tasted!"

Surprised by the sudden request, Lovino thought it over momentarily. Normally I'd find some way to make this wish backfire, but…this guy seems to have good taste. I'll give him what he wants.

Lovino placed his right elbow in his left palm and snapped his fingers. When nothing happened, Antonio looked at him in an apparent panic. Lovino rolled his eyes once again and jerked his thumb towards the kitchen window, which Antonio ran to like an eager child on Christmas. Outside was a large field dotted with plump, red tomatoes. Green eyes shone like polished gems and a brilliant smile danced upon his face. "Thank you so much, Lovi~! It's beautiful!"

"Yeah, whatev—Wait, Lovi? Where the hell did that come from?" Lovino faltered.

"I think it's cute! Like you!" By now that adorable blush was reaching Lovino's throat….which, now that he mentioned it, looked ripe enough to take a nice bite from—

"I. AM. NOT. CUTE! Now choose your second wish, dammit!"

His smile dropped in a rare, contemplative frown. "Second wish…? Well, I don't really know right now! Can I get back to you on that? I mean, I'm kind of hungry right now. Do you want anything?"

Lovino groaned. "No, I don't want any of your shitty foo—"

"What about the tomatoes?" Antonio tried. Lovino's mouth clamped shut.

"Whatever," he said. "Go get them for me. I don't feel like getting up."

You mean getting down? Antonio thought, staring up at the still-floating Italian. He thought better of it.

After a nice TV dinner (the 22-year-old was no millionaire, after all), Antonio sat himself on the couch and pulled out his laptop. He was scrolling through a job search website when he noticed Lovino floating a foot above the couch on the other end, glaring at him. Why doesn't he just sit down?

"I don't get you," Lovino huffed. "You're eating microwaveable dinners and searching for jobs when you could just wish for money like a normal person!"

Antonio shrugged, stretching his legs out on the seats so his feet were right under the perplexed genie. "I want to earn my own money. Besides, wouldn't people get suspicious if I were suddenly loaded?" Lovino raised an eyebrow. So the bastard could think. "I know how these wishes work. Like you said, there's always some way it could backfire. The only possible downside I could see with a tomato garden is attracting cute little tomato-genies, though I don't think that's such a bad thing~" The Spaniard chuckled in amusement as a brilliantly red Lovino's eyes widened.

"Sh-shut up! Fuck, you're such an idiot!" And with that, the Italian stormed away—at least, that's what Antonio imagined he was doing as he quickly floated off and up the short set of stairs. Maybe I should wish he had a cleaner mouth…

Antonio watched him as he left, his eyes briefly lingering on curvy hips and a rather shapely—he shook his head, smiling at his own light blush. No, he was not going to spend one of his wishes on asking Lovino to strip. That might scare him off. Since when did he have such a dirty mind?

Oh yeah.

Since a cute Italian wearing a fairly revealing outfit had appeared in his kitchen.

The next morning, Antonio woke to olive eyes staring him down.

"Well? Did you figure out your second wish?" he asked expectantly. Antonio sighed. He hadn't really been thinking about it and his head was foggy with sleep, but Lovino seemed pretty impatient. What if he got too frustrated? He didn't want him to leave!

So Antonio said the first thing that came to mind.

"Go on a date with me."

Lovino didn't react, which made the Spaniard inwardly panic. What if he refuses? Wait, he can't refuse, can he?

"You do realize I'm a guy, don't you?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Are you fucking insane? You could wish for wealth, power, women, anything! And you're wasting it by asking me on a freaking date?" Lovino exclaimed.

"I'm not really interested in any of that. Besides, I don't think it's a waste…"

Lovino paused. "Wait…so…are you…gay?" Antonio seemed to think it over for a moment, then nodded.

"Girls are nice, but I don't think I'd want to kiss one or anything." He'd never wanted to kiss a guy before either, but he suddenly realized he wouldn't mind planting one on Lovino. Or two. Or five.

He noticed Lovino's sudden discomfort and frowned. "Lo siento…Does that bother you, Lovi? Don't worry; if you go on this date with me, I won't lay a finger on you!" Unless you want me to, Antonio mentally added with a smirk.

"F-fine. But you have to stay at least one foot away from me at all times!" Lovino said, drawing an imaginary line in front of him with one finger.

"Deal!" Antonio said, reaching out to kiss the extended hand. Lovino screeched and rushed out of his room, leaving the Spaniard to laugh and rub his newly reddened cheek. He sure is strong for having such a frail-looking body! He thought. He bit his lip and tried to shake away all images of what he could do to that frail-looking but strong body. If he was going to hold up his restraint agreement, he was going to have to stop thinking like that!

A/N: So I decided the fic was too long and split it up into two chapters. The first one is really short, the second one is over three times its length…Oh well. That's just how it turned out, but I'll have the second one up as soon as I finish typing it. This first part is pretty carefree compared to the next...Thanks for reading, and please review!