Yes! Finally managed to type this up! I spent half my birthday actually doing this so be happy people! And it ended up longer than the first part which was my goal from the beginning! Ah! it feels good to finish this!

Buon Compleanno Romano

Italy Romano woke up different from his brother. Where Feliciano had felt something incredibly good was going to happen, Lovino had felt that something incredibly stupid was going to happen to him. Of course, spending any extended period of time with Antonio nearly guaranteed excess stupidity, mixed with oblivious happiness and baked until a perfect golden brown. Though that was just Lovino's opinion, and he was dating the guy.

Unfortunately, he had been right about the stupidity his birthday entailed. It really was his fault, not that he would say that out loud under threat of Arthur's cooking and being tied naked to Francis. He had given in and allowed Antonio to coax him into spending the night there instead of in Italy - which had been a rather big issue for the last few months, with good reason if his slightly pronounced limp was anything to go on. So not only had he woken up in a small amount of pain - though immensely satisfied and more well rested than he'd been in a very long time - he'd also woken to a Spaniard staring at him as if he were the most interesting thing on the planet. And if the green eyes staring at him with something he really did not want to believe was love - because how many times had he been disappointed by that before? - were not enough to make him blush that same color as his favorite food, the realization that they were both naked and very, very close, was. And, being himself, he pushed Antonio away and onto the floor where he landed with a satisfying cry of surprise. Honestly, he should have been used to it by now, it was more common than the rather emotional things Lovino had said the night before. Personally, he blamed the Spaniard for the way his entire mind melted with touches and words that could have melted Russia. Yeah, he really was the country of passion.

"Ouch! Lovi! That wasn't nice!" Antonio huffed, sitting up on the floor and crossing his arms over his chest. Lovino peered over the edge of the bed, ready to smirk at his success, when he noticed Antonio had not brought the sheet down with him and sat on the floor completely naked and pouting.

"B-Bastardo! Put on some damn clothes already!" Lovino hid his burning face in the pillow, ignoring the fact that it smelled so much of Antonio. Was it wrong to be so in love with the way someone smelt? …Not that he loved the way Antonio smelt, that would have been stupid.

"Ah, Lovi's in a bad mood." Antonio cooed, still not getting dressed and instead choosing to join his boyfriend back on the bed. "You didn't mind me being naked yesterday, Lovi. You were very…vocal about keeping me out of my clothes, if I'm right."

When had Antonio learned how to be so…seductive? Poor question, yes, but it still surprised him how tempting the man could be, seemingly without trying. That was his main reason for not staying the night. "Shu-Shut up. Loiv's going to cut off a certain someone's vital regions if he doesn't leave Lovi alone so he can take a damn shower."

"Ah, when you say it that way." Antonio smiled, knowing Lovino would never go quite as far as he was threatening - at least with him; Ludwig and Gilbert, or anyone else really, was another story entirely. He chuckled, kissing the spot just next to that one odd curl he had only just found out the exact significance of. Who knew hair could do that? Lovino shivered, kicking out at Antonio and missing as the elder man jumped out of the way with a delighted laugh.

"Hurry up Lovi! I have a surprise for you!" Antonio yelled as he left the room, purposely not getting dressed to make sure Lovino got up faster.

"Put some damn pants on, jackass! You're not that French pervert!" He shuddered, thinking about Antonio running around with a tomato in place of Francis' rose.

"If you want me dressed, you'll have to do it yourself!" Lovino growled. Finding his boxers where they had been tossed the night before, he pulled them on and ran after Antonio with another pair.

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The rest of the morning had run normally as far as Spain's house was concerned. Lovino lazed around, ate tomatoes, painted a bit - though he hid that from Antonio - and tried to ignore the twinge in his back and the strangely satisfied feeling he got from it.

Antonio made pasta as Lovino's not-so surprise and pretended not to notice the rather interesting painting of his tomato fields that happened to turn up in his bedroom. If Lovino wanted to hide it, it was his choice.

Come siesta time, Lovino was tired - being lazy was hard work - and Antonio looked ready to bounce off the walls. Which is to say, everything was completely normal.

"Lovi! Come sleep with me!" Antonio patted the hammock next to him - why there was a hammock inside the house, he had no idea. Sighing, Lovino allowed himself to give in just this once and sleep with Antonio during siesta. Usually it was another rule, siesta was Lovino personal time, after all. Not that he never wanted to spend it with Antonio. He curled up against the man's side, arms moving of their own accord to slip over his waist - to keep from falling out of the hammock, he told himself - and was soon asleep, dreaming of squishing Germany with a giant tomato or something of the sort. The tomato also had a mustache, but that was beside the point.

Lovino woke up, again feeling that something stupid was going to happen. And, as usual, his answer as to what exactly came to him in the form of Antonio. Or rather, the lack of Antonio. Where Antonio's head had been an hour or so before, was now a tomato and a small card. He took a bite out of the tomato, smiling to himself at the perfect taste of it. Opening the note, he read silently as he continued to munch on his treat.

Lovi!

I told you I had a surprise for you! Bet you thought It was the pasta, huh? Nope! I'm sneaky like a spy! You're blushing aren't you!? I bet you look just like that tomato! So cute!

Follow the tomatoes and at the end is your present! But you have to nice or you can't have it all today. Don't worry though, you'll love it!

Ready yet? Go, my little tomato!

Antonio ;)

By the way, if you take too long the present is reversed! No being lazy Lovi! I love you!

Lovino blinked at the paper. He knew something stupid would happen. Well, he got free food out of itat least. He slipped the card into his pocket and stole the pillow case to carry the tomatoes in. Might as well start now, he wanted his present dammit.

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The second and third tomatoes were practically hidden, though their little, leafy stems stuck out from precarious spots. The second was hidden above the television in a small candle - thankfully not lit, since he wouldn't put it past Antonio to actually put a tomato in a burning flame - that he had given Antonio centuries ago. It was old and worn down from use over the years. He had a feeling it wasn't used very often as it would have been gone long ago. He smiled softly at it, picking it up to smell it. It had the same scent he couldn't quite identify from when he barely reached Antonio's waist. That was why he had bought it, it reminded him of Antonio even though he had no idea what the scent was called.

The third was hidden in some plant he had found walking back from the market. Again, it was from when he was small enough to ride on Antonio's shoulders and it made him smile. He missed living with the bastard, even if he was a bastard. The plant was small and looked like it was getting ready to die, just as it had when he found it. Leaving the tomatoes next to the greenery, he got a cup of water and poured it into the dirt and over the leaves. Really, Antonio should take better care of his gifts. Sighing, Lovino took up the pillow case again, grabbing another tomato as he did, and continued his march through the enormous house. He hoped the damn fruits (or were they vegetables?) were not all over the house, if they were he was going to end looking for a new boyfriend - after taking the present of course.

The fourth had another small card with it. It was sitting innocently next to a picture Antonio knew he hated with a passion. It was one taken when cameras were first invented, old and tattered from years of fiddling with it when he was thinking of his former charge. Lovino was pouting, arms crossed angrily and high over his chest while Antonio was his exact opposite, smiling and hugging Lovino close to him. The only thing he was glad for was the fact that it was black and white so no one who had not been there would be able to tell he was blushing. He flipped the frame over, hiding the picture from his line of sight and opened the note.

Are you having fun yet Lovi? I bet you are! Just look at your face in that picture! You know you were having fun when we took that. And you looked just like a little tomato! See? You're cheeks are so red right now I can hardly stand it!

You know that was when I first started loving you Lovi? Well, I guess it was when I realized it was more than brotherly love like with Feli. I bet you never knew I could think much huh? Are you angry I didn't tell you sooner? I bet you are, you're such a cranky person Lovi. But that's why I love you. So cute and feisty. Ah, and that mouth of yours. You really need to clean it. Maybe I'll do that as part of your present. But you have to get done faster. You only have…half an hour left to find sixteen more tomatoes Lovi! Hurry up!

Oh! I'll give you a clue to your gift! It's gonna be really hard, mi amor! You know that one anime Kiku made? The one with the killer note book? Think about what the two main characters were wearing before the panda looking one died. I bet you won't get it. Sneaky like a spy, Lovi!

Te amo!

Lovino stared at the note. Half an hour? And Sixteen more tomatoes? What the hell, was Antonio trying to make him lose? And what the hell did Kiku's anime have to do with anything?

Deciding to forget the craziness that his boyfriend secreted, Lovino resumed his search.

The fifth and sixth tomatoes were without notes, though both were right in plain view and placed near equally significant pictures for him. One was more a painting than a picture, but the idea was the same. The painting was one he had done while he had lived in Spain. It was of Antonio's ship when he had first set sail for his conquistador days. It was somber with dark colors and soft lines that made him remember just how lonely he was in this oversized house when Antonio was gone. Lovino walked past the painting, refusing to think too lingeringly on the sadness that wanted to consume him. He bit viciously into the tomato, getting some juice on his pants - actually Antonio's pants, served him right - as if it was its fault Antonio had left him alone for so long.

The seventh tomato had another note, somehow telling him exactly how he felt when seeing the painting it was next to. This painting was more professional, something Antonio had paid a lot of money for. It was from when he had first left Spain, the first time he had joined his brother. Antonio was dressed in his best clothes, having bought Lovino something suitable for a portrait as well. As opposed to the other paintings that preceded and succeeded it, the pair was more downtrodden. Antonio's carefree smile was replaced by a small, rather forced smile that still pained Lovino to look at. Lovino looked the same, though just a bit less happy than usual. He supposed he should have been happier, and he knew he hadn't been as upset as he looked, but he also remembered the hole that had started to form in his heart the second he was told he was going back to Feliciano.

Lovi…I hate this painting, you know. It makes me sad and when I see it I want to cry sometimes. I think it's because you look very sad and I know you were happier than you let on. I bet you couldn't wait to leave me when you found out. I know you packed right away. All you're old dresses - never managed to say sorry for putting you in those - and the new clothes I bought you as you grew. I only keep it because it was expensive and well, it's important to remember both the good and the bad things in life. Right?

I think you're happier now, right Lovi? You're happy with me right? I know you're happy in general, but what about when you're with me? Tell me later, 'kay?

Te amo, mi amor.

Lovino wiped his eyes on his sleeve. He was not crying over something silly like a painting. That would be stupid and girly. Two things he was definitely not.

The next few tomatoes were alone. Their pictures and mementoes carrying him from one century to the next. It wasn't until the eighteenth tomato that he had another note.

Lovi! We're almost done! Aren't you sad?! But I like this picture best. It's from our first date, do you remember?

Lovino looked up at the picture. Sure enough, it was from their first date. He had fought and kicked and cursed to keep Antonio from dragging him out to that tiny French place that Francis had just happened to be working at that night. It was honestly the worst date of his life, being hit on by a French pervert and a Spanish bastard at the same time. But Antonio had gotten angry and punched Francis in the face when his hands wandered a bit too close to certain vital regions. The picture was of Lovino hugging a teary eyed Antonio in front of a Parisian hospital.

I felt so bad punching Francis like that, but you don't touch what doesn't belong to you Lovi. And you have always belonged to me, you know.

Lovino laughed at something as stupid as belonging to someone. Of course, he really did belong to Antonio, heart, mind and soul. He just refused to tell the bastard that; it was something he should know already, and clearly did.

The nineteenth tomato was placed just outside the back door leading to the verandah. It was ripe and red and matched Lovino's face when he saw where the final tomato was.

Antonio stood just beyond the verandah, at the start of his tomato fields, a bow on his head and a tomato in his hands. Of course, Lovino had to blink twice and swallow hard to find his voice when he realized that the bow meant that Antonio was his present. What a stupid present though, he already had the man, he didn't need to age to know that.

"Oi, what are you doing bastard?" Lovino refused to acknowledge the small hitch in his voice.

"Eh? But I thought this was cute? Didn't you have fun Lovi?" Antonio tilted his head lightly, trying not to let the bow fall at the same time.

Lovino swallowed again, trying to get the feeling back in his throat. Was it even fair that one person could make him feel like this just by standing there? "I meant the bow, idiot. Why the hell are you wearing it?"

"I'm your present Lovi! Ah! But you were late, so I guess the present is reversed. Sad, I thought you would have fun with the second half of your present…But I can still have fun with it." There was a faint jingle from behind Antonio and Lovino felt his mouth go dry. That had better not be what he thought it was.

"Feliz cumpleanos, mi amor." Antonio purred, sending shivers down Lovino's spine as his hand came up and clasped the cold metal band around his wrist.

He knew he was going to have a stupid birth-day. Thankfully, his birth-night was nowhere near as stupid.

Haha can anyone guess what the clue led to? Sorry about the Death Note thing in there, I just got a new novel - yes an actual novel, in case someone didn't know there were two of them - and all I can think about is Death Note! OTL Anyway! Happy Birthday Italies! I loves you to death! And Happy Birthday to me! I'm finally legal, which and administrator at my school decided to announce to the entire lunch room today...I looked like Lovi when everyone started singing...

Tell me if this sucked or you loved it! And if anyone knows other nations birthdays please tell me! I'm thinking of doing more and I don't really have time to research things at the moment...