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"That-a perverted bastard stepped on-a my tomato and I hate-a him! I can't believe you-a would leave me with-a this creep!" Lovino shouts.

Laura lost interest in the argument and began to pick things up, she really didn't like how dirty it was. Antonio looked over his shoulder and was surprised to see her cleaning.

"You don't have to clean up," He chuckles lightly, then picks her up.

"Oi! When did she get here?! I can't believe I didn't notice her!" Francis exclaims.

"Who-a the hell is this?" Lovnio says bluntly

"Ok, chica this is Francis and this is Lovino! Francis is one of my best friends and Lovino is my cute little tomato!" Antonio introduces.

"Hola….I'm Laura!" she tells them.

"How about you go and play with Lovino, ok?" Antonio places Laura down next to Lovi and helps Francis clean up the living room.

Laura feels a pull on her dress and looks at Lovino with her dark brown orbs.

Upon eye contact Lovino turns his head "Come-a on, idiota…" and begins to walk away with Laura right behind him.

They go out into the garden and sit under a tree.

"Where are you-a from, idiota?" the little Italian asks.

"A place you're not from, stupido" she snaps back.

"What the hell?! I-a only asked where you're from!"

"Don't call me an idiot then."

"Ok! Fine-a! Where are you-a from, raggaza?"

"Draw a circle there's the Earth, Draw a circle there's the Earth, Draw a circle there's the Earth I am Vermadea!" Laura sings

"Hmmm…where-a is that?" he asks

"Across the ocean!" the little country throws her arms up.

"I'm-a Romano…the southern part of Italy…." Lovino's hazel eyes grow dull.

"Cool! You're a country too! But if you're the Southern part…who's the northern part?" She asks him

"My stupid fratello…" he answers

"What? I don't understand Italian…I speak Spanish and English,"

"Fratello means-a brother,"

"Oh! What is he like?"

"He is-a so stupid! He is such a wuss! He-a crys for everything!"

"Really? Hmm….Hey tomatos!" Laura gets up from her spot and races to the garden.

She reaches out for one, but gets pulled back by the dark haired Italian and falls to the ground.

"Ow! What the heck!" She yelps at him.

"Those-a are mine, idiota raggazza!" He snaps at her

Damien turns on his protective mode and jumps between the two small countries. Lovino pretty much jumps out of his skin.

"W-What the hell is-a that?!" he shouts

"It's my dog," Laura answers

"That's not-a dog! Call it-a off!"

"Wuss…come here Damien!"

"I'm not a wuss!" Lovino puffs out his cheeks and crosses his arms.

Laura goes over and pokes him lightly on the cheek

"Poke!" she giggles

"Don't poke me…"

"Poke!"

"I said don-!"

"Poke!"

"Alright! That's- a it! How would-a you like to be fucking poked?!" Lovino shouted as he chased a fleeing Hispanic girl.

Lovino would sometimes catch up with her and poke her, but she would speed away. Laura turned to go into the garden with an angry Italian on her tail. Once in she took a sharp right and then she heard a!

SPLAT!

Laura came back and looked from the tomato plant, and sure enough there was lovino face planted into the ground. The small Italian lifted his head and rubbed his forehead and Laura immanently started to laugh.

"What the hell-a is so funny, raggaza?!" He angrily said.

"You are Antonio's tomato!" she laughed

"What are-" Lovino looked down at his hand and saw red juice from a tomato he face planted into.

Laura walked over slowly as the Italian sighed in frustration. "Lo Siento, Lovi,(I'm sorry Lovi)" she apologized to him as she kneeled in front of him.

"It's-a ok, raggaza…." He said in a calm tone while trying to rub off the sticky juice.

"Let me help! It's my fault in the first place,"

"It is-a your fucking fau- mmmh!" Lovino started, but Laura quickly grabbed a part of her white dress and started to wipe his face.

"There~" She said as she helped a now clean faced Italian to his feet.

"Tmmmmrm," Lovi said shyly

"Que?(what)"

"Thanmnnmm,"

Laura kissed his cheek "You're welcome! Can you show me how to pick a tomato and we can share it!" with that said she grabbed his tiny hand with hers and looked for a ripe tomato.