A/N: I just realized that there was no French or German in the last installment. Ah! I have shamed myself!
Well, here's Spamano by request (Thanks for the 'd'aww!' Glowstick145) and because I love Toni and Lovi!
I really am working on Magical, I swear! It's just that Greece really hates me...
Antonio knew he was the luckiest man in the world.
Why?
Because he had the most amazing girl in the world.
Lovina Vargas.
All to himself.
Sure, she had an extremely foul mouth.
And called him 'tomato bastard'.
And was lazy and clumsy.
She liked cursing at him in Italian.
And Spanish.
She enjoyed hitting him or kicking him.
She hated his friends.
She got pissed easily.
She complained and whined and acted like a two-year-old some of the time.
But then, if she didn't do all those things, she wouldn't be Lovi.
She wouldn't be the one that would blush when he held her hand.
She wouldn't be the one that shared his unhealthy obsession with tomatoes.
She wouldn't be the one that was extremely over-protective, even if she would deny it.
She wouldn't be the one who would put up with him.
Who helped him in his tomato garden.
Who made sure he didn't act like too much of an idiot.
Who drove him home when he was wasted.
Who always warned him not to burn himself on the stove.
She was a crazy, fiery, sexy Italian.
And he loved everything about her. Everything that made her Lovi.
Lovi was getting angry and Antonio knew he only had a short amount of time to calm her down.
So he pinned her arms to her sides, whispered, "Ti amo, Lovi," and kissed her on the lips.
Lovi might have been angry, but she wasn't immune, instantly calming down and loosening up.
Antonio broke the kiss, but only to sweep her up (bridal style) and carry her up the stairs.
"You look like a tomato, Lovi!" Antonio told her happily.
"S-shut up, bastardo," Lovina muttered.
She was adorable.
...
Lovina was fairly positive that Antonio was an idiot and had several points to back this up.
For one, he felt the need to tell her that she was cute on a regular basis, no matter what the hell he was doing.
Like that time he'd been making breakfast and said something stupid that made her blush. The bastard decided that then would be a perfect time to comment on her tomato likeness.
And put his hand down on the damn stove, successfully burning his hand.
Bastard.
And he enjoyed kissing her just to see her blush.
Not that she didn't enjoy the kissing...but why did he always have to make them so damn short?
No! No, that's not what she meant!
She...he was...what she meant was...damn blush!
But he was always so...Antonio like.
He was such an idiot.
But he smelled good.
And he tasted like tomatoes.
And he was sexy.
Damn was he sexy.
Like, rock hard abs and ass kind of sexy.
He really could have walked around shirtless in church and no one would tell him to put a shirt on.
Probably because they would all be drooling over his abs.
And his ass.
But, no. Back off, people! His ass was hers!
...
Damn. That came out wrong.
Uh...his eyes!
Dammit, they were sexy too.
Okay, you know what? So what if he had sexy abs and a sexy ass and sexy eyes.
And an INCREDIBLY sexy voice.
Okay, he was just flat out sexy.
Period.
She probably had just used the word sexy too many times to describe one person.
Sue her.
And, you know what? It didn't matter if anyone else thought he was hot.
Because the world could screw itself.
Antonio was HERS.
Lovina sat up, stretching her arms, before looking down at the sleeping Spaniard beside her.
She started playing with his hair, twirling the curly chocolate locks with her fingers.
He was so cute when he slept.
Not that she would ever tell him that!
But she thought it was funny, the bastard was always smiling. Even in his sleep he smiled.
Not that she routinely looked at him while he slept!
But...oh, to hell with it.
Fairly certain that he was asleep, Lovina bent down to kiss Antonio's forehead.
"Te amo...Tonio," she whispered, laying back down to go to sleep.
She could of sworn that his smile widened.