We were at it again! XD

This time, it wasn't as epic as before, though the ending it funny, lol. XD

So enjoy the second installment of "For the Love of Tomatoes!"

Disclaimer: "Hetalia" doesn't belong to me... :(

Spain was quietly reading over some forms in his office when his door suddenly slammed open and an irate Italian stomped over the threshold.

"Make me some food, dammit. You promised me three meals a day and a nap with pasta," Romano snarled, looking extremely angry.

Spain sighed and set down the paper he was holding. Looked like the smaller man was in one of his moods again. "But Romano, I'm busy right now…"

Romano simply glared at him. "Does it look like I give a fuck?" he spat, walking over to the older nation.

The brunette rearranged his desk some. "But I need to do this before I make you pasta," he said softly.

The Italian nation ran a disgusted eye over the messy desk. "What on earth could you be doing that's more important than making pasta?" The look he gave the wooden piece of furniture was enough to bring it to flames.

"Getting an education…." Spain muttered, fanning the flames away with a giant wad of papers and flicking off the small pile of ashes that had accumulated in the corner.

"Is it possible for you to learn anything of value?" Romano asked, picking up a few papers and running an angry eye over it as he read the text over it.

Spain gave him a small pout. "Romano, I'm disappointed by the lack of faith you have in me."

The other snorted. "You haven't given me a reason to have faith in your intelligence."

The Spaniard frowned sadly. "But why, Romano?"

Romano glared at him. Spain could be so stupid. "Could you give me an example of your overwhelming intelligence over the course of your lifetime?"

Spain thought for a moment, looking past the other man, face scrunched up in concentration. "… I won FIFA…?" he half asked after a few minutes.

Romano rolled his eyes. "That's a game of athletic skill, not intelligence… moron." God, the shit he put up with.

The Italian watched as Spain thought hard for a few more minutes. "I accept gay marriage?" he asked, giving a small smile.

The auburn haired man stood still for a moment. "… True," he muttered, not liking that the other had thought of something he couldn't argue.

Spain simply gave him a sloppy grin.

Romano sent another glare at the Spaniard. "That's sad that that's the only example of intelligence you have to offer," he growled.

Spain simply grinned, waving a finger at him. "Ah, but its one of the things you love about me," he stated.

Romano thought about it as he stared at the desk, refusing to make eye contact with the other. "…I don't know why…."

The Spaniard's grin grew. "It's simply the power of loooovvveee," he sang. God, if that grin got any bigger, his face would split…

The only response the Italian could offer was a facepalm."

Spain chuckled and turned back to his desk, reaching for a stack of papers. "You chose me' he grinned.

Romano huffed. "I didn't have much to choose from, so don't flatter yourself," he argued. It was true; between pedophile Spain and pervert France, the brunette was obviously the lesser of the two evils. Besides, France was crap on the battlefield. At least Spain was somewhat strong, what with being a pirate and that doubled-edged axe of his… Not to mention the bull fights and-

"Don't gimme that, my little tomato," Spain's grin refused to leave his face. "You instantly fell in love with my charm."

Oh, fuck no! "…I can still go live with Belgium…" Romano argued. Anything to wipe that grin off that idiot's face. "She's nice to me…."

Spain's head snapped up to look Romano. "NOOOOOO!" he screamed, and flung himself from the chair towards the smaller nation. "DON'T LEAVE MEEE!"

Romano, startled by the other's reaction, backed up, eyes wide and face red. "Then stop acting like a fucking moron. And I know it's hard for you to do that…"

And…. Now Spain was hanging off his arm… Romano mentally sighed. "Don't leave me, Romano!" he pleaded, looking up at his former charge. "What would I do without you?"

Romano snorted. "Probably mope around, get drunk, and kill yourself… like the idiot that you are."

Spain nodded frantically. "I WOULD kill myself!" he agreed. Romano mentally cheered; he had won this round. "I need my little tomato!"

And then the idiot had to say something like that… "Oh, my fucking, god…

"See? You can't leave meee!" The taller man's cried were getting more desperate.

"You're so fucking pathetic."

Spain gave him the most pathetic kicked puppy look. Romano glared back at him enough to make the Spaniard recoil in fear.

"Why are you mad at me, Romano?" he whimpered from his place on the floor.

"Because you're such a fucking moron and it pisses me off," Romano snarled.

Spain started crying. God, was that all this idiot did? Grovel and cry and eat tomatoes and smile? "But… I don't mean to piss you off…"

"Even if you don't mean it, you still do it!" Romano yelled, pointing an accusing finger at the man on the ground.

"But I don't know how to stop!" the brunette sobbed dramatically.

"You could start by growing a brain," the Italian spat.

Spain suddenly stood up, grabbing onto his arm again. "How do I do that? Do I get seeds from the store?" he asked. He was Spain! He could grow anything!

Romano stared at him in disbelief before yanking his arm from the other's grip and turning on his heal, leaving the office. "I'm not going to dignify that with a response…" he said as he walked away.

Spain stared after him, crestfallen. "But how do I grow one if you wont tell me?"

Oh, Spain, you lovable idiot. XD

I should probably mention that updates won't be on a schedule. It's basically just whenever my friend and I have these conversations. I'll save the messages and then type them on Word and make them sound pretty :)

So until the next time one of these epic role plays happen, REVIEW! :D