You sat nervously in his home as he offered you a multitude of items.
"Okay well how about we go play for a bit?" He asked.
You nod and go out to his backyard, where he had a large tomato garden and a field with a goal.
"Does his backyard actually look like that?" England asked.
"Not even close. The tomato field is way bigger than that," Romano said.
"I forget you were actually his underling," England said.
"Ugh, don't remind me. I was so miserable," Romano said before blushing. "Actually, it wasn't all that bad when he was home," Romano admitted.
"No way, are you being cute?!"
"Huh? No! Damn jerk, fix your eyes," Romano scoffed before burying his face into the pillow.
He felt England pat his head before going back to the game, his curl twitching to a small heart for a brief second.
"My field isn't that big but we can practice kicking it in the goal!"
You two practice until the sun starts setting.
"Man, I'm tired! Oh, do you like Tomatoes?"
- yes-
- not really-
- I don't know-
Romano stared at the question before jumping up. "I fucking love Tomatoes!"
"Romano, calm the fuck down," England said shocked at his reaction.
"That shit is my fucking ecstacy! Where's the 'I'd sell my fucking soul for a good tomato' option?" Romano asked snatching the remote.
"There's only yes," England said slightly scared. "Click that shit," he said clicking the first option.
"Ah! Me too! Look I grow my own. Try one."
You take the tomato and eat it.
"What do you think?"
- it's good-
- gross-
- say nothing, only eat-
Romano clicked the third option.
"Haha. You look cute eating that tomato."
- shut up!-
- blush-
- laugh-
- hit him-
Romano looked at the answers. "Oh my god. What do I press?!"
"First class Italian problem. To be a dick or to not be a dick," England joked.
"Like you should be talking, Mr. gentlemanly asshole," Romano said.
"Actually it's Arthur Kirkland but I see you have your facts straight," England said.
"Is that so? In that case call me Lovino Vargas as well," Romano said.
The two stared at each other before frowning. "Did we just bond? Ew," Romano said.
"Yeah, let's just go back to the game," England said.
Romano clicked blush and Antonio laughed.
"You look like the tomato! How cute. How about a shower? We smell."
You enter the shower and Antonio lends you his clothes.
"Wait here while I shower."
"What now? Do we sneak into the bathroom and watch him?" Romano asked.
"Okay you are strangely a perv to the person who raised you."
"And you're strangely a perv to the person you fought with. Or was that whole battle just fighting out sexual frustration?" Romano asked.
"You know what! I really don't want to hear from you! Cherry boy!"
"Who said I was a cherry boy?! You old man!"
"Old man?! I'm younger than this wanker that you're fantasizing about on the screen!"
"Oh he's back," Romano said turning to the screen.
The two blushed as the shirtless Spaniard stood in front of the screen, dripping wet with a smile as he dried his hair.
"Sorry, did I take long?"
"Not long enough," England murmured.
"It's getting late, do you want to spend the night?"
- Yes-
- no-
"Yes!" The two yelled as England pressed it.
"Okay, well I only have one bed. I hope you don't mind sleeping together."
"Not at all," Romano said cheekily, clicking the answer.
"Does he know what he's saying, or is he just oblivious to everything?" England asked.
"The bastard is so dense, he probably just thinks we're being friendly," Romano said.
"Besides, he has France as friend. He could be sleeping with someone and think they're having friendly bonding," England said, gaining a laugh from Romano.
~time skip~
"So you're telling me, that he had a hot guy sleeping in his bed in only boxers and he made not one move?!" England asked shocked.
"That bastard fell dead asleep the second he hit that mattress!" Romano said.
"What kind of shit is that? Does he have no sexual feelings ever?"
"Well, I wouldn't say that," England murmured, remembering their old pirate days.
"What?"
"I didn't say anything," England said clicking the button to the next slide.
They continued to play completely unaware of their close contact.
England was slumped against the arm of the couch as Romano layed between his legs. His head was against his chest while England had his arms around him, holding the remote against his stomach as Romano snacked and occasionally fed England something.