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Lovino's hand trembled and released the tomato limply from his hand, the tomato dropping and rolling on the table. The Italian prince merely stared at the all too familiar slimy animal in his little brother's arms. Said animal merely stared back with betrayed emerald eyes.

The sickening feeling at the pit of Lovino's stomach quickly reminded the prince why he hated frogs.

One: Because Francis loves them and something Francis likes is something to steer clear away from. Like his hot French maids. Considering how often Francis sleeps around, it would be a safe guess to say that his hot maids are just as diseased with STDs as him so don't sleep with them…Despite the fact that their cup sizes are so-

Moving on.

Two: Frogs are disgusting just as Francis. It's a natural fact of life. Duh.

Three: Frogs were idiots because Francis likes them. Therefore, frogs are bad. Antonio proved this fact one of too many times.

Hmph. In the end, it all leads back to Francis.

Despite the illogical and highly irrelevant chain of reasoning that can only be understood by the person who made said chain of reasoning himself, Lovino harbored a vicious prejudice against frogs. Which is why the prince stood up from his chair and walked to Feliciano to slap him across the face.

"What the hell is wrong with you, idiot? You know better than to bring stupid animals in my house!"

"Fratello, he's not stupid! He's very smart! He can speak-"

"Yeah, yeah, Spanish. Whoop-dee-fucking-do. Get rid of him."

"Vee, but fratello-"

"Lovi, su promesa!"

"Shut the hell up, Antonio!"

"Vee, fratello, you know the frog?"

"Sí. Conocimos en el bosque. I rescued his tomato ball and he promised me that he would let me stay here for the night."

"Brother, is this true?"

"Who cares if it's true? This stupid frog needs to get out!"

"But you promised 'Tonio, brother!"

"Shut the hell up, Feli."

Lovino immediately regretted his words when he saw his little brother's eyes watering.

"Oh for god's sake, don't cry, Feli!"

The two brothers continued to bicker amongst themselves that they did not notice Ludwig stepping into the dining hall.

The German prince stopped at the doorway at the sight of his fiancé and his future brother-in-law arguing. Then, he saw the frog in Feliciano's arms and realized that they were fighting over the animal. The German opened his mouth once and closed it before opening it again and closing it. His first instinct was to turn around and hopefully avoid being tangled up into something that would undoubtedly lead him into a lot of trouble or something illegal.

However, he would be a suck ass fiancé if he did that.

So, naturally, Ludwig reluctantly spoke up, knowing most likely he will regret his actions three point seven seconds later. "What is going on here?"

The two brothers turned their heads towards him simultaneously. Ludwig immediately braced himself when his darling threw himself in his arms.

"Luddy, Lovino did a bad thing!" Feliciano sobbed. Ludwig looked down to see the Italian crying against his chest and a frog squished between their bodies. He gently pushed Feliciano away slightly to reach for the frog and held it in his hands.

"Why are you arguing over a frog, Feliciano?" Ludwig asked, peering at the frog in curiosity.

Feliciano wiped his tears with one hand and clutched Ludwig's shirt sleeve with the other. "Vee…because the frog is Lovino's friend but Lovino's so mean that he doesn't want to let the frog stay here for the night. Lovino promised that he would let him stay for the night!"

"You idiot, he's not my friend!" Lovino spat out, clenching a tomato in his fist. Tomato juice began to run down his knuckles. "Potato bastard, get your hands off my brother!"

"Lovi, what an awful thing to say…" Antonio cried out from Ludwig's palm.

The German prince widened his eyes slightly in surprise upon hearing the frog speak. Somehow, the-clearly-Spanish voice sounded awfully familiar….Where had he heard that voice before?

"Vee, fratello, you need to keep your promises!" Feliciano cried out. "Grandpa taught us that you must always keep your promises!"

"Who gives a rat's ass about promises? Hell, he abandoned our grandmother to fuck with some potato bastard!" Lovino scowled and pointed at Ludwig with an accusing finger. "Bet your potato bastard is related to that potato bastard in some way!"

"But Lovi, still, you need to keep your promise and let 'Tonio stay!"

"God no!"

"Loviiii!"

As the two brothers began to argue amongst themselves once more, Ludwig sighed and resisted the urge to massage his temples in aggravation. He stared at the Spanish frog who merely gazed back. This argument will not end without a mediator. So, he decided to solve things in the most civil way he can before Lovino starts using violence by throwing tomatoes. He cleared his throat and addressed the frog.

"What is your name?"

"Antonio, amigo. You might remember me from a world conference. I was one of the representatives at the European world conference from last year." Antonio answered in a soft voice.

"How did you turn into…anyway, what is this 'promise' that these two are fighting about?" Ludwig felt that it was best to resolve the current issue right now and worry about Antonio's predicament later.

Antonio sighed. "I rescued a ball toy of Lovi's from a deep lake and he promised me that he would let me stay for the night in this castle. Although…I guess that Lovi doesn't want to keep his promise."

Ludwig contemplated over the frog's words first. The first thought that came to mind was, Why in the world would you want to stay in a hellhole with a temperamental Italian bitch who yells at you every two minutes or so? But he ignored that. Instead, he knew that if he was to break up this argument, he would have to take Feliciano's side to stop him from crying. Plus, it would not do any justice to ignore Antonio's interesting request that Lovino supposedly promised.

"Feliciano, Lovino?" he called out.

"Luddy!"

"Don't interrupt us, potato-"

"Lovino, did you make a promise to this frog?"

"Don't interrupt me, you godforsaken-"

"Yeah he did, Luddy!"

"Feliciano!" Lovino shouted at him in a warning manner.

"Lovino, you have no choice. As a prince, you must set a worthy example for your people. If you renegade on this simple promise, your reputation would go down even further and you WILL be overthrown for sure. Your people are not happy, Lovino. I hope you realize that." Ludwig tried to reason, noting how pale the Italian prince's face has gotten as he heard his words.

"W-well, it's not-not like anyone will hear about this…right?" Lovino spluttered out, his face quickly reddening.

"You do realize Feliciano has a bigger mouth than anyone, right?" Ludwig raised a pensive eyebrow and gestured to the fiancé hanging off his arm.

"Vee, it's true! You know last night, I was able to take in all of Ludwig's d-" Feliciano was instantly cut off with a hand covering his mouth.

Luckily, Lovino was in much thought over his throne predicament to let that comment slide.

"…So you see my point?" Ludwig asked, flushing slightly in embarrassment. "Feliciano might let it slip to the servants who will spread the story around in your kingdom."

The Southern Italian prince bit his lip in frustration for a moment. "…G-godammit. Fine."

"Yay! 'Tonio gets to stay with us!" Feliciano chirped cheerfully, earning a scowl from his older brother.

"Gracias, Ludwig." With that, Antonio jumped from Ludwig's hands and onto the ground before hopping on the chair where Lovino was sitting on before.

"Let's all eat together, fratello~!" Feliciano crowed before running into the royal kitchen. "I'll make pasta!"

Ludwig followed Feliciano to make sure he did not make a mess while doing so.

"Fuck you." Lovino replied back in an angry manner and turned to Antonio who sat innocently on his seat. "And you, get the fuck off!"

"Such language, dear Lovi. I remember that you promise to share a tomato with me?"

"Don't call me that! Just get off, you stupid…."Lovino bit his lip in trying to finding a name besides from frog. Hmm…he did remember that Antonio really liked tomatoes. "You tomato bastard!"

Antonio widened his eyes for a moment before bursting out laughing. "Your nickname for me is based on tomatoes! Lovi, you are truly adorable!"

"S-Shut the hell up before I change it, tomato bastard!" Lovino stuttered out, blushing in embarrassment.

"Waaah….you look exactly like a tomato! So red and chubby!"

"N-no, I don't!"

"Your cheeks are all puffed up and red! So cute-"

"SHUT UP!" With that, Lovino grabbed a tomato from the bowl on the table and threw it angrily at the Spanish frog.

Antonio blinked in surprise as he was suddenly doused with squished tomato remains. Curiously, he let his long sticky tongue dart out to taste some of the remains before smiling stupidly. "Ah, I haven't had a tomato in days! Thank you for sharing with me!"

Seeing how the frog was not the least offended, Lovino sniffled and pouted before stomping his foot angrily. "Well, you can just go to he-"

"VEE~! I HAVE THE PASTA!" Feliciano waltzed happily in the room with a big plate of pasta. Ludwig followed him closely behind.

A moment of silence passed.

Lovino screamed and pointed at his brother and his fiancé with an accusing finger as if they were the cause of all his misery. Which they were. Indirectly. "Well, FUCK THE PASTA!" He then promptly ran away to his room.

Feliciano gasped at his words. "Luddy…he KNOWS!"

Ludwig facepalmed himself.

0.o.0.o.0.

By the time that Lovino prepared himself to bed, he was extremely tired and drained. He felt like his brain had totally fry to the other side.

For one, Antonio tried to befriend him with the most stupid of jokes.

"Lovi, want to hear a joke?"

"No."

"Okay! So, why the chicken cross the road?"

"To rip your fucking face off."

"Noo….to get to the other side! Ahahaha!"

"…Tomato bastard?"

"Si, mi Lovinito?"

"In the world that I dream of, the next time you question a chicken's motives, it will peck your ugly face off."

"…"

"…"

"Oh, Lovi, how can you say that with such a face?"

Then there was that incident where Antonio tried to tell him a bedtime story.

"…And so the Tomato Box Fairy made all the tomatoes in the world grow again and everyone became happy! The end!"

"…Hey, do you know who Arthur of England is?"

"Sí, unfortunately, I do…He is such a jerk -"

"Because your story sounds just as retarded as any of his."

"Loviiiii!"

Antonio was a stupid tomato bastard. Lovino just prayed that he would last for the next couple of hours before he became insane from the frog's stupidity.

He sat on the bed in a bored manner as Antonio sat on the chair across his bed telling him yet another stupid story that rivaled any of Arthur's stories.

"Ahaha! So…the guy left his fair princess to pursue his lifelong dream! To become a sailor! But he drowned on his first expedition so it was really sad but he was resurrected! Then, he sailed at sea again but drowned again. Luckily, he was resurrected again! So, he sailed at sea for the third time and-"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. He drowns and gets resurrected again, right?"

"Yes! Lovi, you're so smart!"

"Thanks." Lovino answered back dully.

"Lovi?"

"What?"

"I'm hungry. May I please have a tomato?"

Grumbling, Lovino reached for a tomato from his dresser and threw it at Antonio, praying that it would hit him square in the face.

It didn't.

Antonio caught it gracefully with his sticky fingers and ate his fill happily. "Gracias, Lovi!"

"What the fuck ever." Lovino buried himself in his blankets and turned away from the frog. It was not long before the frog spoke once more.

"Lovi?"

"God, what now?"

"Can you move over so I can sleep in your bed?"

Lovino shot up at his request and stuck his middle finger at Antonio. "No, go sleep on that chair."

"But it's all hard and stuff!"

"Too fucking bad!"

"Lovi, please!"

"No! I already endured you for a few hours and I don't think I can stand you for another couple hours!"

"Por favor, mi tomate!"

Lovino buried himself underneath his covers once more and inched away from the frog. In a muffled voice, he shouted out, "Go fuck yourself, tomato bastard!"

Antonio cried out and started to whine in the way that Feliciano does when he does not get what he wants but Lovino was strong. He was the type that would not falter.

No matter how much Antonio was whimpering.

No matter how much Antonio was pleading.

No matter how much Antonio's cries sounded a lot like Feliciano.

No matter how much Antonio- Oh, who was he kidding?

After a long time, Lovino curled up into a ball underneath his covers. "…When you sleep next to me, don't you fucking touch me."

Antonio smiled and hopped into Lovino's bed. "Gracias, Lovi."

And that was that.

0.o.0.o.0.

To his surprise, Antonio found it hard to sleep. He had been awake for hours. He was too busy gazing at the cute Italian to slip into a deep slumber. He could hear Lovino snoring quietly. The frog smiled.

So this was the boy he was supposed to meet in the next month.

Lovino was a very adorable prince and naturally very charming in his own way. Antonio felt he was naturally attracted towards him. However, as a frog, he knew that Lovino would never look at him the same way he does.

He looked at his frog body then looked at Lovino who moved in his sleep and was now sprawled out across the bed. The frog hopped onto Lovino's chest, making the other squirm a bit.

It was now or never.

The frog leaned in and kissed Lovino on the mouth. The second he touched Lovino's lips, his body began to emit a greenish glow. Antonio felt his body change. His limbs became bigger and longer and went from green to tan once more. His torso grew and became tan again. His skin was no longer slimy and squishy but smooth and firm. Antonio winced as he felt his amphibian parts fading away and being replaced with human muscles and appendages. The transformation from a frog and a human felt very weird but he endured. Finally, after a long moment, the change was complete and he collapsed next to Lovino, breathing heavily.

It was not long before he succumbed to sleep out of exhaustion without so much of a sound.

0.o.0.o.0.

It was morning.

Lovino's eyes slowly cracked open, still laced with sleep. Grunting in discomfort, he slowly sat up, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes. He stretched his arms, thinking what he was going to do today.

Oh yeah, there was that frog that he had to throw out today.

Hmm…yeah. He needed to throw Antonio out today.

The Italian prince turned to his right.

Oh, there was a Spanish dude sleeping in his bed.

Lovino shrugged and reached over to his dresser on his left side for a washcloth to rub his face with to make him truly awake. He rubbed his face tiredly and looked to his right again.

Hmm, the Spaniard was still there.

Lovino gazed down wearily to his lap to see a tan arm draped on his waist.

Hmm…

…what?

…wait, WHAT?

His hazel eyes immediately widened as he stared at the Spaniard. Who was wearing nothing.

The Spaniard had curly brown hair. His face looked extremely peaceful. His lips were slightly parted and Lovino could hear him breathing in and out quietly. His face was extremely relaxed. Lovino's eyes trailed down to his tan chest. His arms were fairly muscular but not so much as Ludwig's. He had a toned stomach which suggested that he was fairly active in his life. His pectorals looked firm and his nipples… Well, it was a body sculpted by the gods.

In all, the mysterious man was extremely good looking and possibly a potential popular Spanish prostitute in high demand.

A very hot prostitute to be exact.

Lovino was very scared to look down at the region under his waist.

So, he kept on staring at the Spaniard's face, wondering if he was still dreaming.

Suddenly, the stranger's eyes slowly opened before focusing on him. Lovino's surprised hazel eyes met with drowsy emerald ones. The stranger blinked once. Then twice.

"…Lovi?" He asked in a Spanish voice.

Now, Lovino did not know what to do when there was a hot and sexy guy in his bed. Part of him wanted to A, jump his bones. Another part of him wanted to B, ask why the hell was there. There was also that part of him who wanted to C, know why his voice sounded so much like the frog. Then, there was also, D, quietly get up and get the guards.

However, Lovino did nothing of the sort and chose secret option E. The best one of all.

Scream bloody murder and freak out.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? AND WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT? GET OUT OF MY BED, YOU MOTHERFUCKING PERVERT! OH MY FUCKING GOD! HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET HERE? DID YOU RAPE ME IN YOUR SLEEP? WHY ARE YOU HERE? FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THE FUCKING TOMATOES, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BED BEFORE I KICK YOUR ASS OUT AND REPORT YOU TO THE GUARDS! GUARDS! GUARDS!"

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Yeah, so there's your second chapter. Though this is where Lovino and Antonio's main story with the whole Frog Prince thing ends, I have something planned for them, regarding as to why Antonio was turned into a frog in the first place and where does he go from there.

Also, I have some other things to ask you. But first, I must thank the following reviewers: Mocha MintCocoa, .xox. heart, Jenn06807, rainbow world, Unknown Variable, Writer-Girl-19, NoWhereToCallHome, Catsdon'tcry, privateer at heart, InTheAsylum, and last but not least, my first reviewer, Lostheartdarkclan.

Anyway, so majority wins with 9 to 2 and this story will have USUK. With USUK, I shall present more options.

With France potentially single now, he is one of the choices for Canada's partners.

Do you want Franada or PruCan?

Please answer with a review.

Also, just out of boredom and random, I'm going to ask you a question per chapter.

Question: Pirate!England vs. Dark!Spain. Who would win? Who is sexier?