Chapter 10: The Tomato (Back to Lovino and his love confusion)

Today wasn't busy at all, a couple, a group of friends and a family. Lovino didn't even bother to suit up. He let Alfred and Feliciano deal with them. When Antonio arrived Lovino did everything in his power to fucking stay away from the bastard. Ever since his earlier realization and after he pulled the sketch book from under his ass to reveal what his self conscious drew he couldn't even look at the Spaniard. It wasn't anything nasty or sexy (Unless you count a portrait of Antonio's face sexy) it was just embarrassing and Lovino had no clue in how to deal with it.

Sinking in a chair placed in the small staff room next to a small table, Lovino wallowed in his self depression-that seemed to follow him everywhere these days- and boredom. Two emotions that never mixed well when it came to an Italian like Lovino. They usually ended in thoughts of self-harm. Throwing his head back he groaned, "Fuuuuuuuuuuck."

"Whoa that's some language you got there," Alfred grinned from the doorway. Lovino only stared at him, to lazy to throw an insult in the American's direction. So he shrugged. Alfred walked over and placed a juicy ripe tomato in front of Lovino. "This is a piece offering for this morning. I heard someone say that they're your favorite. So this is my apology."

Lovino almost tackled the guy with a hug. A tomato was just what he needed at the moment, and the one that Alfred just offered him was picture perfect. You see, a cigarette to an addicted smoker is a tomato to Lovino. They needed each other. As out of character it was Lovino looked at the tomato and said, "Accepted."

"Whoa really? Awesome dude, well I gotta get back to work, see ya later," he patted Lovino's shoulder and walked away. His break wasn't for another twenty minutes and he didn't feel like getting fired.

As soon as the door clicked close the tomato was already being bitten into. Holy fucking shit that was a good tomato, it was juicy, sweet, and tangy. The red juices dripped down his chin; he didn't even care to wipe them away. Oh god how long had it been since he had had a tomato like this. His nerves where already calmer and his mind somewhere far away. But all good things have to come to an end. Unfortunately, his little sexy tomato moment was cut short by a clueless Spaniard.

"Oh hey Lovi," his voice sounded nervous. Antonio was trying oh so very hard to ignore how incredibly sexy and comfortable the little Italian looked with his feet on the table and his fingers in his mouth. If they weren't at work Antonio would have surely tackled the smaller Italian.

Lovino looked up from licking his fingers. Hazel met green and a blush covered his pale face as he remembered the events that took place earlier. He scrambled to get in a more proper position. "Shit!" he said surprised as he straightened himself up.

Antonio was in shock he had never seen someone move that fast. "Lovi," he said.

"What bastard?"

"You got a little something right here," Antonio motioned to the right side of his mouth with a smirk.

Lovino turned a darker shade of red as he wiped violently at his mouth with his sleeve. He glared at Antonio who stopped his smirk right away. "Go away, bastard!"

"Aww but Lovi my break is right now."

"Then go break somewhere else."

"Nooo," He wined like a child being asked to do the dishes.

"Then I'll be leaving," Lovino said getting out of his chair.

"NO!" Antonio shouted stopping Lovino in mid-squat. His expression was almost desperate looking, which made Lovino unsteady.

Slowly sitting back down Lovino asked, "Why, is there something wrong?"

"No," The Spanish teenager said softer. Antonio was actually trying to figure out the reason why Lovino couldn't go himself. Was it warm in there or was it just him?

"Then what's the fucking problem," an annoyed Lovino said, his eye twitching slightly.

'What was the problem?' that was a very good question. A question that Antonio didn't have the answer to. Well he actually did have a question, two actually. "Um are you mad about earlier?"

Lovino went from his natural pale to deep red in two seconds. Why was this damn bastard bringing up this now? Lovino kept quiet.

"When I k-kissed you on the cheek I-I mean," Antonio stuttered. His usual happy tone had disappeared and was replaced by one full of anxiety and nerves. His cheeks reddened.

Lovino looked everywhere but Antonio. His face was beat red and he did not know how to deal with the conversation at that moment. Lovino sighed defeated and deciding to let his heart for once talk. It wasn't a mystery that Antonio liked him after all and Lovino concluded that he was in to the Spaniard earlier. He lifted his head to stare into Antonio's eyes and opened his mouth to tell him that he-

"Oi Roma, oh hey Antonio, if you what to hang out in here then you must work," Romalus said, his head sticking out from behind the door. Mood killer, cock block (if you thought this was going to get sexual), and any other synonyms for the two words listed was exactly what Romalus was at the current moment.

"No thank you," Lovino grunted red faced, getting up he walked to the door. "Night, bastard." Lovino whispered to Antonio as he passed him and walked out the door. His heart thumping so fast he thought it would leap out of his chest. Was I really just about to confess?

A/N: Woohoo double digit chapters! Please R&R!