Disclaimer: The Vocaloids featured in this story obviously do not belong to me. They belong to their rightful owners which includes Zero-G.

Notes: This is basically a collection of Leon/Tonio stories that I've done for the past year. I'll try updating it once or twice a week. Besides, lack of Engloid stories and all of that. Anyway, feel free to like, dislike, or laugh at how cheesy the stories are if you want.

Each chapter is a stand-alone, by the way.

Enjoy, and thanks for reading!

Ah, the red rose, the flower which people associated with a sign of love and affection towards a significant other of their choice. Who would have thought that such a lovely flower, the red rose, would be much adored by many? Even though every rose had its thorns once in a while, people still grew and gave them away.

For this couple within the English and Spanish Vocaloid residence, a red rose would be given to one Vocaloid from another.

In the backyard of the house, to the far left was the area where tulips and rose bushes, was where Tonio currently was, clipping away at a few parts of the rose bush he was standing in front of.

Nine in the morning, and yet nearly everyone was still asleep although the sun's rays were bright enough to shine through someone's window and wake them up without a problem; but…that was the usual, even Prima was still asleep instead of having breakfast outside at the table.

Oh well, he was used to being by himself around this early in the morning.

"Morning there!"
…never mind. Today was going to be different.

"Leon, you're up rather early," Tonio commented without turning around to look at the older Vocaloid, taking a small snip at one of his rose stems. "Why is that?"

"I couldn't sleep," Leon replied, shrugging. "I guess I went to bed early and got enough rest. So, how long have you been up?"

"Since eight."
"Hm…"

Leon leaned over Tonio's shoulder and watched the opera singer trim the bush and roses for a while, then he carefully laid his chin down on his shoulder. "Your roses look nice, Tonio."

"Thank you."
"Are they in full bloom or are they still growing?"
"Full bloom."

"Have you ever given any of these roses to anyone?" the blonde asked. "You know, to show someone how much you like them?"

Tonio's cheeks began to turn red. Leon freely laying his chin on his shoulder and talking so close to his ear, that bloody man didn't know what personal space meant. "No, I haven't; although, I wouldn't mind doing that sometime in the future."

"Really?"
"…yes."
"Would you give it to a friend or—"
"Someone I had romantic feelings for, Leon."

"Oh." Leon watched Tonio pull out a single rose from the bush which had its thorns cut off and held the flower in his hand as the other tucked the trimmers into his trouser pocket for the time being.

"…I probably wouldn't give one of my roses to just anyone."
"That's understandable."
"…Leon?"

He blinked, ever-so-slightly tilting his head. "What is it? Are you feeling okay?"

"To be completely honest," the youngest of the two Vocaloids said, "I would never waste a rose on someone whom I'm unsure about having a 'feeling' for. I would give it to someone who made me happy and made me felt as though I was worth something, and someone who made me feel a certain kind of 'warmth', so to say. I think that's what I meant."

"…you could have said that you would want to give a rose to someone you lo—"

Tonio moved an inch or two from him, then he spun around to face Leon and held out the rose. "Here. Please take it."

Leon stared at the rose, then at Tonio in surprise. He was giving him a rose? He really liked him that much? "You're giving me one of your roses…? Do you like me?"

"Love, actually."
"How long have you…um, felt this way?"
"Five months."

"Oh." Slowly, he reached out and grabbed the rose, his long fingers brushing Tonio's for a split second.

With his cheeks still flushed red, Tonio said as casually as he could to Leon, "I'm done out here for the day, so…I'm going to head back inside."

However, before Leon could say anything about what Tonio said or the flower in his hand, the opera Vocaloid hurried out of the backyard and back inside the house, silently sliding the backyard door closed.

Leon glanced down at the lovely rose he held in his hands. He couldn't believe it…! Tonio loved him? Is that why he was close to being fine whenever he got close to him? Tonio wasn't really the touchy feeling type; so, maybe that was a hint? He did seem so shy just before he ran away…

"…heh, what a sweetheart," he chuckled out.

For the rest of the day, he tried his best to avoid him. He felt as though he might have done the wrong thing. Maybe…maybe it was wrong to give Leon his rose. Leon probably didn't feel the same way. Leon has been flirting with him for a while, so, he assumed that he actually had a 'thing' for him, so to say.

Anyway, the following morning arrived…

Tonio had just woken up and gotten dressed in his bedroom. Right as he opened his room door to go and have some breakfast, he was taken aback when his eyes caught the sight of something on the floor, inches in front of him. He slowly knelt down to inspect it, to see if he wasn't simply seeing things.

A red tulip. It was a fully bloom tulip…

Just like the red rose, the red tulip also had nearly the same meaning…although, it literally meant 'undying love'. Could this be true? Could this tulip be from him as some sort of response from getting a red rose?

"Morning there! You're up early again."

Tonio stood up with the tulip in one hand and saw Leon standing in the hallway, directly across from him with a rose in his blonde locks. "Um, good morning. Nice hair accessory."

"Thanks! You gave it to me, you know," Leon chuckled while he self-consciously brushed a hand through his hair. "And, I see you've found my gift to you…and just letting you know what a red tulip means, it means u—"

"Undying love, I know," Tonio finished his sentence with ease, his cheeks and ears slowly burning crimson from that fact.

"And I mean it, Tonio."
"…I see…"

Leon smiled at the partly shy behavior coming from the other English Vocaloid. "What do you say? Did you want to try things out as a couple and see how things go from there?"

"…" His green eyes looked down at his tulip, and then up at Leon, then to the rose tucked into his hair. "…all right, we'll see," he answered.

Ah, the red rose and the red tulip, two of many flowers which could possibly represent the meaning of love or desire for the one you give them two. Tonio was glad to know that he had given one of his red roses to him, somebody who felt the same way.

End