Lovino's Curse

by SeriPhe08

Lovino Vargas had to be unlucky enough to get himself cursed three years ago. So far, he's been lucky that no one has found out that he's a girl half the time. But that changes when he's found out by a certain Spaniard. And the curse is the least of his problems, because of family Mafia ties. Will Antonio break Lovino's curse? Spamano. Rated M for possible smut in later chapters

10. CH 10: Tomato Sandwiches

(edited formatting 6-26-2014)

A/N: To all my readers, "Y'ALL ARE AWESOME!" My traffic stats are showing me amazing things. And to my followers, Favoriters, and reviewers Thank you very very much... I have been having a bit of writers block on chapter 19, but you guys have started the inspiration fountain flowing once more. Yes, I'm a little further behind on my 10 chapter lead than I would like, but I am also making a few side stories for this series. Be on the lookout for the story of the BTT meeting for the first time (I'm already working on that one), along with a possible USUK, GerIta, PruCan, and a humor fic with Japan and Hungary that will all be based in the Lovino's Curse AU.

!Disclaimer!

I do not own anything related to Hetalia, or any other works that I may reference in my writings. If I could own any of these characters, Spamano would be a canon storyline…along with many other tasty pairings….!

End of Disclaimer

CHAPTER 10

Tomato Sandwiches

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LOVINO'S POV

After Antonio finishes wrapping my shoulder, I start unwrapping my chest only to have the bastard start blushing as he spins to face the opposite direction.

"Hey, Bastard. I thought I told you I wasn't really a girl. So stop the damn blushing already dammit!"

"Sorry Lovi. But even if you're not really a girl, you still are physically a girl and I really shouldn't be staring at a nude girl if I'm not her boyfriend."

I feel a blush creep to my own cheeks at his sincere care for my, for lack of better terminology, feminine virtue.

"Whatever bastard! Just hand me the rest of the damn bandages so I can rewrap my chest!"

The roll of bandages practically appears in my hands before Antonio spins away again. I rewrap my chest and slide on my fresh t-shirt.

"Alright, stupido. You can turn back around. I'm decent."

He turns around and, as I look at him I realize that he looks hilarious, and double over in laughter.

"Um, Lovi? What's so funny?" The puzzled expression on his face is just making the situation worse.

"You dammit! Go do something about the damn gauze hanging out of your nose. You look ridiculous."

"Eh?" his hand flies to his nose and he makes a beeline for my bathroom. He comes out moments later looking less ridiculous, but just looking at him makes my own nose hurt. His nose is swollen and starting to bruise.

"Dammit." I mutter under my breath before ordering, "You. Follow me. No asking questions."

I lead the way to the kitchen and grab a plastic sandwich bag, two paper towels, and head to the freezer. In no time I have a makeshift icepack that I hand to the idiot. And, yes, he really is an idiot, because he just stands there looking at me like I've grown another head.

"What? Put the damn thing on your nose before you wind up looking like you've been beat up by someone, dammit."

He places the ice on his nose and winces because of the pressure placed on it, before saying, "Gracias, Lovi," and giving me a million kilowatt smile. How the hell can anyone have a smile that good? Damn. I must be seriously out of it because of sleep deprivation, blood loss, and female hormones.

I decide to distract myself by glancing at the clock. It's almost twelve forty-five. Third period just started back at school. Come to think of it, I'm pretty damn hungry…

I remember the sandwich I packed in my bag and head to the front hall to rummage for my lunch sack. No way in Hell am I letting a tomato go to waste. That could be considered a sin.

Antonio is staring at me from the kitchen door, but comes and fishes through his own bag before pulling out a similar brown paper bag.

"Mind if I join you for lunch, Lovi?"

"That's a stupid ass question. I'm not letting you out of my sight until I have a damn agreement in writing that you won't tell a single damn soul what I told you about me being cursed. So sit your ass down and eat your damn lunch!" I flop into one of the chairs at the kitchen table and pull my sandwich from the bag. "And my name is Lovino, dammit!"

Antonio sits and start to open his bag. I realize that I need a drink and stand back up then head to the refrigerator. I grab a bottle of tomato juice and glare over my shoulder at the Spaniard.

"What do you want to drink, Bastardo? Water, milk, orange juice, tomato juice, or Coke?"

"Ah, tomato juice, if you don't mind."

Heh. He may be an idiot but he has good taste.

I hand the idiot a bottle and sit down to unwrap my sandwich. Out of curiosity, I glance up to see what kind of sandwich he is eating and my mouth opens slightly in shock. There is no way that is what I think it is. It's impossible.

"Er, Lovi? Is something the matter? Err, Lovi? Lovi?" The Spaniard's hand waving in front of my face snaps me out of my trance.

"W-what?" I blink in surprise. Oh. I was zoning out. "Mi dispiaci. But is that what I think it is on your sandwich?"

"Huh? Oh, its heirloom tomatoes. Why? Is something wrong?"

"Ah. No. I was just wondering where you got them. Those are hard to find."

Antonio laughs.

"Si. They are hard to find. It took me three years to find the seeds for these."

Did I just hear him right? He said seeds, right?

"You grew those yourself?" I ask quietly. I don't really trust my mouth right now it's watering so much.

"Si. I have a small tomato garden at home. I picked these last night." He takes a bite from his sandwich and sets it back down. I don't realize that I'm still staring at the damn thing until he asks, "Um, Lovi? Do you want to try a bite?"

"Si." The word slips out before I can stop it. "I mean, no, well yes I'd like to try one of those tomatoes, but that's your sandwich and umh…"

My rambling comes to an abrupt stop as half a slice of an heirloom tomato is popped into my mouth and I chew instinctively. Holy shit. It's delicious.

I stare wide eyed at Antonio for at least a minute and a half before my senses return.

"What the HELL? Who just shoves food into someone else's mouth, bastard?!" I can feel my cheeks turning red in a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

"Aw, but Lovi, you looked like you enjoyed it, mi tomate." Antonio chuckles and takes another bite out of his sandwich.

"What did you just call me? How the hell am I a tomato?" I rage at the newest of nicknames from the Spaniard. "And for the last time, my name is LOVINO!"

"Ah it's just that your face started turning red and it was kind of cute…"

"I'm not fucking cute!"

"If you say so, Lovino." he pauses then quickly changes topic, "But you must really like tomatoes. You even have a tomato sandwich yourself. It looks pretty tasty."

He eyes my sandwich with curiosity. I stare right back.

"It's a margherita sandwich. I made it based on the pizza. And why wouldn't I like tomatoes? They are the best fruit on the planet." I state the obvious.

"Si. Tomatoes are delicioso." He takes a drink from his tomato juice and looks at my sandwich again before asking, "Do you want to split lunches? You know 'I'll trade half my sandwich for half of yours'? That kind of deal?"

'Why the hell would I want to share my lunch with this bastard?' I think to myself. But then I catch sight of those rare, delicious, purple heirloom tomatoes again.

"Fine. Hang on just a second, bastard." I walk to the sink and fish a knife from the dish drainer. I return to the table and carefully slice my sandwich in half, well close to half. The side I'm keeping for myself is a tiny bit larger, I'm sure of it. I hand over the smaller sandwich and the knife and watch as Antonio slices his sandwich. The side with the bite missing is definitely smaller than the other half.

My day just got slightly better. He hands me the larger half! Holy shit! Wait, is he trying to be nice to me? I'm not buying it. There has to be some catch somewhere. But right now, I don't really give a shit. I've got tomatoes to eat!

A/N: Friendship is necessary before romance. And what better way to start friendship by sharing a mutually delicious lunch. Antonio even got Lovino speak nicely without him even realizing it. Ah. The power that tomatoes have on little Lovi...LOL.

National Reviews:

Me: see, Romano. Tomatoes. Just like I promised.

Romano: *eating spare margarita sandwich off of plate nearby.* Whatever. This is an okay sandwich I guess.

Me: I'm glad you like it Romano. So don't try to delete my stories any more or you'll accidentally delete the tomatoes in future chapters that are already typed. And that's a lot of tomatoes.

Romano: Fine. I'll let you write about me being a girl temporarily for the sake of those tomatoes. But only for the tomatoes.

Me: So the fact that Spain might wind up with you romantically doesn't matter in the least?

Romano: *blushes vibrant shades of red* O-of c-course not! There's no way that has anything to do with it. I can't stand Spain.

Spain: *walks through door, hears the last sentence, and looks disappointed* Ah I see. I guess you hate me then...

Romano: ah, um I didn't mean it like that, bastard. I meant...um...

Spain: *smiles brightly* ah so you don't hate me!

me: *smiles slyly at readers* Looks like I'm on to something here...

Coming next chapter: Antonio has a brilliant idea. Solution? Not!