"Hey, tomato bastard."
The Spaniard looks up, the golden sun blazing down its glorious heat on his face. "Yes, mi corazon?" asks the ever-so-optimistic Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.
"Don't call me that, ass hat," Lovino Vargas, the incredibly sarcastic and satirical lover of the aforementioned Spaniard, growls in reply. He has a plump, round, red fruit in his hand. "Anyway, check this one out." He tosses the food item over to the tanned male, who catches it in one hand. Antonio observes this tomato, this beautiful tomato, by holding it up to the sun.
"It's very plump and ripe," he answers, turning it in his hands, "it would be very good for making pasta!"
"Yeah, yeah... great..."
The Spaniard sheepishly waves off the usual grumpiness of his Italian lover. He is quite used to it, after all. Their personalities clash so very much, with Antonio being bright and cheery and optimistic and Lovino being pissy and grumpy and even a tad bit suicidal at times (not that Antonio would ever let him kill himself, of course!). But there was always that one thing that drove all of that happiness away.
"Oh, ciao, ladies!"
And there it is.
Ladies.
Ladies that more often than not leave a romantic impression on the man that belongs only to Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.
"How can I help you on this golden, Spanish day?" Lovino's voice was laced with a sickly sweet tone that he never uses with Antonio, his own lover. That little bastard. Antonio decides that perhaps later on he will teach him a lesson. Or perhaps those women...
"Could you point us out to el mercado del agricultor?" asks a young lady. Antonio looks over and sees that the two ladies there are very attractive. He can see Lovino mentally ogling their thin and curvy bodies.
"Si, si, of course!" Lovino smiles, looking excessively joyous over being around beautiful women. He turns to Antonio. "I'm going to go show them where the farmer's market is, okay?"
"Si, go ahead!" Antonio smiles warmly in reply, "I'll be waiting for you, mi corazon~!"
"Yeah, whatever, bastardo," Lovino grumbles. He leaves with the ladies, leaving Antonio to angrily watch until they were out of sight.
... I'm going to follow them. I know he's going to cheat on me, Antonio thinks. Jealousy and overprotectiveness are flooding through his veins as he sets down the basket of tomatoes in his hand. Antonio removes his sunhat, placing it on top of the basket, and heads in the same direction as Lovino and the women went.
Antonio peeks around the corner of a small wooden building. There was Lovino, chatting up a storm with the two ladies from before. A dark aura seems to envelop the Spaniard as he growls lowly in his throat. That is his Lovino, and those women are flirting with him. And what's worse? Lovino is flirting back. Well, this Spaniard certainly won't let that last for long. With a small rumble in his throat, Antonio slips into the shadows of the alleyway behind the building. This certainly would be fun.
Translations!
SpanishEl mercado del agricultor - The agricultural market