A/N: This story was written for the 100 Themes Challenge on DeviantArt...
Characters do not belong to me...they belong to Hidekazu Himaruya.
"Mi tomatina! Where are you?" yelled Spain when he entered his house. The tanned brunette nation looked all over the first floor, searching for a certain Italian woman. When Spain couldn't find said woman in the oddly silent house, the nation ascended the staircase. Spain searched each room on the second floor, finding neither hide nor hair of Italy Romano. The last room Spain checked was his own room. There, he found the small Italian woman fast asleep on his bed. Spain lightly smiled as he removed his suit jacket and slacks. The larger nation got into his bed next to the woman, placing an arm around her waist.
"You were gone for too long, Tomato Bastard," muttered Lovina. Antonio snuggled closer to Lovina.
"I am sorry, Lovi," replied the Spaniard softly, "My boss made me work over."
"He is an ass and you owe me dinner because your boss is an ass."
Antonio smiled at Lovina lightly.
"And what would my little tomatina like for dinner?" asked Antonio. Lovina snuggled closer to the other nation.
"I do not care as long as it is not that German slop my sister loves so much. That shit looks nasty."
Antonio chuckled, kissing Lovina softly on her head.
"Then paella it is, Lovi."