Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia!

This is for Lovi-chan on Facebook to cheer them up! Hope ya like it, Lovi-chan! Also, title means "Stupid Tomato Bastard" in Italian... I had to look it up! ENJOY!

Stupido Pomodoro Bastardo

Antonio stumbled into his house, trying to keep quiet so that he didn't awaken his violent love. He had just spent all of his birthday with Francis and Gilbert, hanging out

at their favorite bar and pretty much making fools of themselves. Well, mostly Gilbert was making a fool of himself and Francis was busy trying to get into their

waiters pants... again. Antonio laughed to himself, completely forgetting the fact that he was trying to be quiet.

So, stumbling around and trying to find the light switch, he was surprised when the lights turned on by themselves. Looking up and blinking his eyes rapidly from

the sudden brightness, the green eyed Spaniard smiled happily at the sight of his very, very, very pissed off Southern Italian lover glaring at him from the kitchen door

frame. "LOVI~!" the slightly drunk Spaniard squealed, running to embrace his younger lover. Romano glared even harder and when he was glomped into the door, he

head butted Antonio, then while he was still railing from the head butt, Romano kicked him in the stomach forcing him to the ground. "Where the FUCK were you? STUPID TOMATO BASTARD!" the shorter man yelled, chocolate brown eyes narrowed in anger.

Antonio just smiled and laughed happily, not fazed at all by the violence of his lover. Romano glared even worse, 'Bastard's never going to listen to me! Find then, you

stupid tomato bastard, we'll do this the hard way.' He thought, eyes glinting with unholy intention. Leaning over, he grabbed the Spaniard by his collar and dragged

Antonio to the kitchen forcing him into a chair and taking rope out of what seemed nowhere, tied Antonio to the chair, tightly. Nodding to himself, Romano got out every

tomato that Antonio had in his home and set them in the large kitchen sink. "I told you over and over again for the last 2 weeks, that I had something planned for your

birthday. But did you listen? NO, you did not. Instead, you went out with that damn wine bastard and potato bastard. So, I am going to teach you a lesson that you will never forget."

While saying this, Romano washed all the tomatoes and put them on a large plate. "Lovi~. What are you doing with my tomatoes?" Antonio asked, already straining to get

out of his bonds so that he could grab a tomato, and maybe Lovi would like share it with him. The smaller man looked at his lover and gave a very evil smile at him. "I'm

going to eat all these tomatoes in front you." Was all he said, letting that one sentence sink into the green eyed Spaniards brain. Green eyes widen in horror,

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Antonio screamed, eyes beginning to tear up at the thought of all of his tomatoes being eaten in front of him. Laughing, Romano grabbed a tomato and

started to eat it with relish, enjoying the tortured sounds his lover gave at eat bite. Three hours and 25 tomatoes later, Antonio was unconscious the horror of what

Romano had put him through giving him nightmares. Romano just got up and left his lover tied up in the kitchen, going up to his and Antonio's shared bedroom for some

much needed sleep.