Tomatoes

It didn't take Arthur long to spot Alfred. "Time to go." he stated pulling on the American's arm.

Alfred blinked as he was being pulled toward the exit. "That has, to be a, record time… for a quickie." he slurred but was helped sobering up a little seeing the glare that was shot toward him. "Dude, if you liked… it just say, it." he shrugged like he didn't have problems now himself.

"Don't talk about that bloody git!" he snapped.

Francis had decided that part of the activities they would do today was to visit his friend Antonio Fernandez. It would be interesting to see how he's doing and he also needed more tomatoes. He would only buy tomatoes from the Spaniard because he had the best. I wonder how he's doing with Lovino as well… Now, the hot headed Italian seemed nothing compared to Arthur and it still amazes Francis how Antonio never gives up. He knocked on the hotel room to grab his mon petit lapin.

Antonio was so happy to hear that Francis was making another visit and bringing a new friend. He nearly skipped into the kitchen to Lovino. "Hola Lovi~!" he exclaimed getting some tomato juice to drink.

"Dammit just say my full name!" snapped Lovino continuing cooking. The Italian did notice that his friend was happier than usual, if it was possible. "Why the hell are you so happy?"

At first Antonio looked up at him confused making the other man nearly snap but he knew he was… clueless at times. "Oh! Mi amigo Francis is visiting today!" he smiled warmly at Lovino.

The warmth never reached the Italian because he was seething with anger. The last time that pervert bastard was here he was all over Antonio. "Why the hell did you say 'yes' you tomato bastard!" he yelled glaring at the Spaniard.

"Lovi…" started Antonio getting a little worried. He didn't like his little tomato's anger.

Lovino picked up one of the tomatoes he picked and threw it at Antonio's face. "That bastard doesn't belong here!" Lovino stated.

"Lovi~! Calm down!"

Arthur didn't want to do the date after what happened last night. He still couldn't believe that he got caught up so easily with Francis's voice. He will never massage my back ever again! "Where are we going frog?" he asked very happy that Francis was actually wearing a better disguise with guy clothes.

"To the 'Spanish Italian Garden'." answered Francis smiling.

"Why?" Arthur asked a little confused.

"I need more ingredients for cooking, they have the best produce, and for you to meet another friend." he winked at him. Arthur really didn't like the idea of meeting another friend of Francis's. He could also see why Gilbert was his friend and was worried at how much a pervert this other worried at how much a pervert this other friend was. "I almost forgot." Francis said turning around to look back at him. "When I saw 'duck', duck." the Brit was a little taken aback by that statement because of just how serious he looked when saying it.

Francis was walking up the driveway keeping an eye out for a certain Italian. Knowing Antonio, he would have forgotten to tell him before today.

Arthur was following the Frenchman wondering why he was moving so slowly. He probably isn't supposed to be here thanks to his pervert ant…

His thought process was cut off by a yell from Francis, "Duck!"

Arthur, too shocked to duck ended up with a face full of tomato. "Wine bastard! You fucking ducked!" screamed another loud angry voice.

"Aww, Lovino~. You got my date dirty." whined Francis helping the Englishman wipe off his face.

Before Lovino could retaliate a happier and bubblier voice sounded. "Lovi~! Why must you always throw a tomato at him?" Antonio exclaimed running over to see Francis wasn't hit this time.

"Hey! Clueless! Don't get close to him!" protested Lovino not moving from his spot.

Once the tomato was cleaned off it revealed a very angry Brit. "Mon petit lapin~, I told you to duck." explained Francis laughing lightly.

"Bloody frog stop laughing!" demanded Arthur glaring at him.

"Hola~! You must be Arthur?" asked Antonio getting his friend out of trouble. "I am Antonio Carriedo Fernandez and my co-worker is…"

Lovino came up from behind hitting Antonio on the head. "You never say my full name." he snapped. "Lovino Vargas."

"Lovi~…" whined Antonio looking at him with hurt in his eyes.

"Don't give me that face tomato bastard!" he yelled quickly looking away or he would crumble under it.

Arthur couldn't believe that Francis's other friend was… clueless. That's all that kept running though his head. There's just no way they can be friends…

Francis put an arm around Arthur's waist feeling him flinch slightly. "Do you like mes amis?" he asked looking down at him.

"They're definitely interesting." Arthur admitted seeing Lovino storm back to the house.

"Lo sentimos amigos." apologized Antonio scratching the back of his head.

"Esté bien." smiled Francis replying in Spanish. They then began a short conversation between themselves.

Arthur watched still amazed that they could be friends. I am glad though he has one normal friend.

"Hey tomato bastard get inside!" demanded Lovino really hating his partner around the Frenchman. He wasn't he was just being protective and had to look over the clueless idiot.

Antonio smiled and nodded. "Si~, come on inside! We have made some snacks!" he exclaimed skipping off to the house.

Francis smiled widely leading Arthur inside with an arm around his waist. "What do you think of them?"

"How can you have a friend that's so clueless?" Arthur asked watching the house for the Italian.

"He's not clueless. He just wishes to ignore most things because it makes things easier for him." explained Francis smiling at him before going in the house and leaving him in the living room.

Lovino walked in with a cup of tea told by Antonio that he should make some. "Hey Arthur." he said seeing the Englishman jump. "How did you get caught up with that pervert?" he asked setting the tea down for him.

Arthur smiled seeing the tea and thanked him before sitting down to take a drink. He then looked at Lovino as he sat down. He is so much calmer when the other two aren't around. "I went to my favorite restaurant after a couple years of not being able to go and he happened to be the chef there. He came out and made a scene. So now the only way to get rid of him and the rumor that we're lovers is to go on three full day dates. Today is the second." he explained setting the tea down after another cup. "How can they be friends anyway?"

"I have no fucking clue, the bastards must have met when the pervert wasn't a pervert yet." growled Lovino hating at how they are friends because every time the three of them went drinking Roderich and him would have to clean up their mess.

"How can you deal with Antonio?" Arthur asked wondering how he could have such a resolve to deal with a dense idiot.

"I just have to keep an eye on him only when his friends are around because no matter what they always seem to get touchy and I just want to bash their heads in." he explained being completely honest with the Brit. Lovino still hadn't exactly figured out why he always wanted to beat Francis in so much when he saw him just with his arm around him. He didn't get why he even ended up smelling Antonio's stupid t-shirts before roughly throwing them in the laundry.

Arthur definitely didn't want to mess with the Italian when he was angry and had a feeling that he liked the Spaniard more than he let on. "How did you guys meet anyway?"

Lovino looked up at him glaring intensely. "That fucking potato bastard shouldn't be touching my brother." he growled. The Englishman's curiosity instantly went out the window and wondered where Francis was, wanting to leave before he did something wrong.

"How are you doing anyway Antonio?" asked Francis sitting down at the table accepting a glass of wine.

"Bien~!" he exclaimed grabbing his tomato juice again and sat down drinking it. "Lovino isn't as angry anymore but he did become extremely hostile when he heard you were coming over. I only got him calm when I said you were bringing a date."

Francis smile widely knowing exactly why the younger man acted that way. Being the nation of love had its perks and one of them knew when other people had feelings for another. Lovino still hadn't come to terms yet with it but he was waiting for him to finally snap one day. When that did happen he knew he would be getting one hell of a happy phone call. "I'm glad he's getting better at controlling his anger~."

"He's still so adorable while blushing~!" Antonio commented loving it at how Lovino could blush a brighter red than their best tomatoes. He couldn't say that out loud anymore because the Italian hated it when he compared him to something people would only eat later.

"I really do hope it works out with you too and it looks like your business is going well." smiled Francis thinking about making a bet with Gilbert about who would finally get the courage to ask the other out.

Antonio nodded looking over the garden patches. "Si~, we are even having a very good harvest year~." he smiled widely. "I think Gilbert might have already asked but are you finally serious about this one?" It wasn't that he was tired of seeing the line of heartbroken people Francis left behind but he was worried about his friend. There was no way it was healthy to keep pulling people's heart strings like that and it wasn't a very smart idea to do it to Ivan. I really hope that he finally found someone to stay with…

Francis looked at his wine glass remembering that, yes Gilbert had asked him but he wasn't able to answer before he left. "I'm not sure." he admitted. "I usually don't go after stubborn ones but he seems to be… different." he finished looking back at the living room.

The Spaniard nodded agreeing with him because he usually didn't go after stubborn people and the Englishman looked just as stubborn as the Italian. I wonder if our circle of friends is doomed to have difficulties in love life… "So you actually like him and you aren't going to drop him like everyone else?"

Francis looked back at the Spaniard and remembered that the only reason why he suggested the bet was to stay close to him. He knew he was going to win anyway because no one could really ignore him after so many days. "Oui, I would very much like to be with him."

Antonio smiled widely before tackling his friend to the ground holding him tightly. "I'm so happy for you amigo~!" he yelled capturing the attention of the other two men in the living room.

Lovino instantly got up and walked back seeing them on the ground. "TOMATO BASTARD!" he screamed somehow getting a couple of tomatoes to begin throwing at the two friends.

I'm happy I could work on this even though it was Thanksgiving. I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and the new little development I finally showed with Francis. As you can see I put in another fun pairing, SpainxRomano~! *flails*