Chapter 2

Romano placed a pillow over his head to hide from the sunlight "Damn sun…" he growled.

He could smell food from beyond his door, he knew that Antonio was making breakfast for them, he groaned as he pushed himself up from the bed and sat at the foot of the bed, yawning.

He got up and changed before heading out to the kitchen, he looked around the kitchen "I really need to pain the rooms…" he muttered.

He walked towards the fridge to find something to drink, 'Maybe apple juice? No...Milk…Hell no….' he thought.

He felt a chill run down his back, knowing something was going to happen, he stood straight and was tackled into a hug by the one and only. Antonio.

"Get off Bastard! It is too early for you to be acting like this!" he yelled squirming in Antonio's grip

"But Roma~" he said almost a whine

"Get off before I throw you into the wall" he growled

"Lovi~ that's not nice you know that…" he said standing still holding onto Romano

"Quit it with that name, it's either Romano or Lovino" he struggled in the Spaniard's grip.

Antonio set him down in a chair and placed a plate in front of him, Romano looked at the plate to find an omelet and small tomatoes.

"Eat up~" Antonio said turning away.

Lovino picked at the omelet then started eating. "Work today?" he asked around a mouth full

"Si, and you won't be lonely, you'll have you're classes to go to"

"I only have one…And it's an art class…I'm doing it just for the heck of it…" he glared at the Spaniard.

He finished eating and placed the plate in the sink and walked to find his things "Thanks for the food…" he said quietly.

Antonio laughed a bit "Same old Lovi~" he said smiling while cleaning up.

Romano sighed as he grabbed his bag from his closet; he walked out quietly down the hall

'I need to get out without being noticed' he thoughts, looking around.

He touched the door knob and sighed in relief thinking he was home free, once he opened the door an arm grabbed around his waist and hugged him tightly

"Lovi~ aren't you suppose to say something to me?" he looked at him sweetly

"Let go bastard! I have nothing to say!" he squirmed in the Spanish man's death hug.

"You do too~" Antonio sang, smiling at the small Italian

"…Fine! Ci vediamo più tardi! Now let go! "

"Aww! So cute, you look like a small tomato" The Spaniard said setting the other down and kissed his cheek

"Have fun~" The Italian blushed furiously and walked off as fast as he can

"Damn that Antonio…" Romano muttered under his breath.

Antonio packed up and left the house to head to the café he worked at, he smiled happily as he came closer to the café.

Once he stepped inside his smile disappeared, across from him was Arthur, sitting at a table drinking tea.

Arthur looked up to see him, he nearly looked away instantly but didn't. They stared at each other for a while; Arthur waved slightly at him as the Spanish man waved half-heartedly then walked to the back to change.

The same memory from years ago played in the back of his head, he sighed, regretting everything.

After putting on an apron he went to the kitchen to start cooking, that was the only thing to distract him from his past.

Lovino sat in the room with other people around with their own canvas

"Alright people, today everyone is going to paint their feelings…" the instructor said then walked out to sit in his office when everyone worked.

"Lazy bastard..." he muttered as he began to work on his painting.

He saw that everyone else had their girlfriend or boyfriend with them or a friend to talk to, I glared at them.

'It's not like I want to talk to someone…' he thought, then placed his brush down, looking at his painting.

"Tomato bastard..." he mumbled as he wrote his name on the Canvas and left the room.

Everyone looked over to see; within the painting they saw a beautiful tomato field, with the sun setting showing a mansion in the distance, they all stared, amazed on how it looked.

Lovino sat out by a lake nearby, not wanting to head home yet; he took out his sketch pad and began to draw the lake.

Lovino looked up to see that he had been out there for almost three hours, only why he knew that was because the sun was about to disappear from the sky.

Groaning, he stood and put everything in his bag and began to walk home.

He watched the sky turn dark, he looked at the phone in his pocket and sighed, "I'm hungry…That bastard better have cooked dinner... If not I'll….I'll….I'll sit on him..." he grumbled.

Antonio watched the ceiling, waiting for Romano to come home, he was done cooking.

"Another day has gone by…" he said quietly, closing his eyes.

He heard the door open and close "Tomato bastard, I'm back, did you eat yet or what?"

"No Roma~ I've been waiting" said Antonio as he got up and walked to the kitchen, to serve them both

"Here you go Lovi~"

"Quit it with the nickname!"

"But it cute! Just like you!"

"B-Bastard don't say that kind of shit!" Romano said turning away, flushing "Damn it…" he hissed under his breath, sitting down.

A plate was set in front of him; he looked to see it was spaghetti with homemade sauce, he began to dig in.

The Spaniard sat across from him eating his helping.

When they both we're done eating Romano ran off to get into the shower.

While Antonio cleaned up the small mess in the kitchen, a huge grin was upon his face as he finished. He lies on the couch while the Italian took a shower.

Within moments he was half asleep. The Italian walked out and looked over at the sleeping bastard, "Damn it Antonio…" he walked over to him and pokes his forehead "Wake up Bast-" he was cut off and pulled into a hug

"Hey!"

"You're too loud Lovi~ mi tomate muy poco!"

"Shut up, Lascia andare!"

"Nope~" he held the Italian tightly "You're sleeping with me"

"Che diavolo?" he yelled, struggling.

It wasn't long until the Italian gave up, "bastardo..." he mumbled

"Te quiero Lovi~"

"whatever..." he said trying to sleep "buona notte...Tomato freak..."

Antonio chuckled and looked at him "buenas noches...Lovi~" he whispered as they both drifted to sleep.

Language:

Ci vediamo più tardi : see you later (Italian)

mi tomate muy poco: My precious Little tomate (Spanish)

Lascia andare! : Let go! (Italian)

Che diavolo : What the hell? (Italian)

Bastardo : Bastard (Italian)

Te quiero: I love you (Spanish)

buona notte : Good night (Italian)

Buenas noches: Good night (Spanish)

I hope you enjoyed this chapter