Second half of my Christmas gift to a friend, this one more in keeping with American tradition. Also, to take a poll, who here exchanges presents on the 24 and not the 25? I'm trying to see if my family is just weird or something.
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Part II
"I fuckin' hate you." The German stared down at the insulting Italian for a few moments, another Italian hanging off his shoulders with a curious look.
"Vhy now?" Ludwig asked, Feliciano's brother always hated him, but it would be nice to hear a new reason for once.
"I was about to get laid when you fucking appeared, potato bastard." The blonde now took a few steps back his face turning as red as the basket of tomatoes at his ankle. Feliciano laughed, slipping off the German's back and patting his shoulder. It was so funny to see the man this embarrassed.
"Ve, sorry for the interruption brother! I just wanted to give you this!" Italy bent down and picked up the basket of tomatoes. Lovino only stood there, a glare plastered to his face as he surveyed the basket of tomatoes.
"There are tons of those here, why should I care?"
"Lovi, be nice." Antonio flicked the boy's curl, eliciting a surprised yelp.
"D-D-Don't do that!" The Italian yelped, rounding on Spain and hitting him in the side of the head.
"Nod vhile I'm hier eider!" Ludwig would have preferred not having seen the older man molest his lover. Even if it was only flicking that curious piece of hair. Spain only laughed and patted Lovino's head. Silently he was laughing at Germany in his head, it was hard to believe that Prussia was the man's brother.
"Oh, brother, I wanted to see if you liked them. I've been growing them in Germany's backyard! He says the plant can't stay, though and there are enough tomatoes in the house as it is…" Italy looked pleadingly back at the tall German who did nothing more than snort and shake his head. The plant was getting so huge! It had already engulfed all the other plants he had in the small garden. "But why?" The boy whined.
"Noh! Ve hev discusst dis at leasd ten times now! You know vhy Mischder Tomatohead cahn'd schtay!"
"But, but, but-"
"Feliciano…" Germany growled in warning like an irritated parent. The shorter shrunk back with a sad, defeated look on his face. He offered the tomatoes again, tears pricking at his eyes.
"German tomatoes, huh?" Spain plucked one of large fruits from the top of the basket and weighted it in his hand, it was about two pounds. "Looks good…" He took a bite and smiled. "Lovi these are delicious!" The Spaniard held out the tomato to his little lover, attempting to get him to try it.
"No! Nothing that comes from that man's backyard is good!" Spain sighed and took the very heavy basket from Italy.
"Thank you. Oh and if the little guy hasn't already bitten the dust, do you want to try and transplant Mr. Tomatohead to this backyard?" Lovino jumped at the suggestion, an irritated growl escaping his throat.
"Spain! No!"
"Oh, but Lovi, what's the harm?" Italy leaned back on Germany at this point, both of them watching as another fight between the two ensued. The small Italian looked so dejected, but slightly less so at the suggestion that Mr. Tomatohead could be alive somewhere he could visit. Germany just shook his head and patted Italy on the shoulder.
"Something of his will be in my yard is the harm! I don't want no fuckin' giant German tomatoes in my yard!"
"Oh, but you haven't even tasted it. Here." The Spaniard shoved the tomato into the other man's face, successfully getting the juice all over it and on the white t-shirt he was wearing.
Uh oh… Everyone present thought simultaneously as the ticking time-bomb of an Italian twitched.
"Uhm, I dink… Italy und I vill goh now…" Germany grabbed the smaller man's shoulders and slowly backed away.
"You're not going anywhere because this is all your fault!" Romano screeched as he snatched a tomato from the pile in the basket and threw it at the taller man. It smashed in Germany's face and bounced off down to Italy's head.
"Nooooo! Mr. Tomatohead!" He started crying and cradling the ruined tomato. Germany gave Romano a very unpleasant glare just then. Not only did he have tomato guts in his hair and on his face, but now he had gone and made his friend cry. Did he not even think of how much trouble that gave him?! Soon Romano found that same tomato smashed in his face as Germany snatched the ruined fruit from Italy's hands and re-gifted it. The angry spluttering that followed reminded everyone of that cartoon character of America's. What was his name? Donald Duck?
Spain wasn't too happy either, picking up another tomato and smearing it all over Germany's face and in his hair. Italy was still crying and neither of the men particularly were paying attention to him.
"You're going to visch you't nefer done dat…" Blondy growled to the Spaniard. Spain dropped the basket as everyone (Italy excluded) dove for the tomatoes, each squishing them against one another and successfully making a great mess of the front hallway. Italy just sat and watched as all his hard work was merrily torn apart by three of his family members. His best friend, and his two older brothers were only happy to kill Mr. Tomatohead's children!
A sudden loud thud brought Italy out of his tearful reveries. Germany was on the floor, apparently he had slipped on a tomato and now Spain and Romano were having a grand ole time just squishing the remnants of other tomatoes all over his nice uniform.
"Italy!" The big man sputtered. "A liddle help voult be nice!" He struggled to get up as the other two seemed intent upon drowning him in tomato juice.
Help Germany?! Feliciano immediately sprung to his feet. "I'm coming Luddi!"
"Don'd call me dat!!"
"I'm coming Germany!" Italy announced again with his edited version, jumping on top of the Spaniard and his older twin.
"Oof!" They all groaned in unison, Germany especially.
"How ist dat helping me!" He yelled at the new weight on his stomach.
"Get off!" Romano yelled, punching Italy in the side as Spain extricated himself from the dog-pile. He sat back and watched with a smile on his face as Germany had to endure Lovino beating Feliciano on his stomach.
"Ow! Dat hurds! Ged ovf me!" Germany sat up, forcing the two to roll off his stomach and into Spain, knocking him back from his sitting position to the floor. Lovino landed on top of him and somehow, Feliciano ended up with his face buried in his twin's rear end. "I'm nod going to say anyding aboud dat…" Germany said as he looked away, his face as bright a red as any Christmas tree light.
"Hi Lovi!" Spain merrily kissed the boy on the nose. Quickly, Romano's brain switched gears, now was time for that payback!
"Hello Toni." Lovino wiggled his hips slightly, only just now aware of just where his little brother's face was. "Can you fucking get up?!" He yelled back at his now very disoriented brother.
"Germany! Where did I go?!"
"I don'd dink you vant to know…" The two then examined the pair on the floor as a low moan issued from one of them. "Vhile ve're schtill hier?! Vhat de Hell?!"
"You can always leave." Spain moaned as he flipped the two over, Romano beneath him.
"Neh-neh! Luddi, can we eat som-"
"You vant to ead now?! Ahren'd you de leasd bid-… You know, I don'd vant to know. Ve'll goh vherefer you vant as long as it istn'd hier." Germany stood, pulling Italy with him as the two writhing masses on the floor seemed to forget they were even there. Clothes were quickly becoming something nonexistent. "Hurry up!" Ludwig urged the man out the door.
"But wait! I need my basket back!"
"Hurry it up den!" He frantically answered the Italian as he walked over to where the fight had been just as a high squeal came from presumably Lovino. The German shivered in disgust, he did not even want to be in this house! Let alone five feet from the naked couple. "I'm leafing now!" He darted out the door just as another high squeal met his ears.
"Ah! Right there!" Why didn't he close the door after him!? Quickly he ran back to the door, Feliciano exiting as he did.
"Have fun fratello!"
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" Italy giggled as he knew his brother really hadn't heard him and Germany slammed the door.
"Germany is such a prude!" The small man giggled again, patting his friend's beet-red face.
"Cahn ve jus goh?" Germany replied in a defeated voice.
"Can I keep Mr. Tomatohead?" Italy asked one last time, his head tipping to the side.
"Ja, vhatefer… C'mon…"
"Teehee! Thank you Ludwig!" The tall blonde groaned, somehow, he had the feeling this had been planned.
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Notes:
Engulfed his garden--I positively fawn over my tomato plants and they actually do engulf my garden every year, it's funny to see my other plants compete. Then I'm sad because they strangle them…
Fratello--brother
I don't have much to say about this other than Merry Christmas day! Lol, hope everyone enjoyed this!
