7. Dull

"God, I don't understand why you need a freaking ax to pick tomatoes."

I chuckled and messed up little Romano's hair, it just made him that more mad, but hey, he's just that much more cute when he's mad. Not only that, but his face turns really red, another reason why he's my little tomato! I had wanted him to come over today because I knew he would be especially irritable. He had just lost the world cup to Slovakia and his football (soccer) team was doing really crappy. There's nothing wrong with taking an opportunity as it comes right? "Well it's more fun this way, besides I'm not that bad with an ax! Have I ever told you about my pirate days? I was pretty amazing. Not that I'm not now."

"You've only told me like ten million effing times!"

"I suppose that means you're ready to go then?" I put on my best smile and opened the garden shed door for him. I swear he gave me one of his 'shut the hell up' looks, but I would be worried if he didn't. Stories could wait, we had tomatoes to harvest.

I walked out behind him and squinted at the bright Spanish summer sun met my eyes. "So where should we start?" I asked examining every row of my garden, filled with bright, red, ripe fruit.

"I don't care! Let's just pick the damn tomatoes already!"

Then I had an idea. This is going to be muy delicioso*.

"Romano, I think we need to see if my ax is sharp enough to cut through all of these thick, juicy tomato plants, sí?"

"I still don't see why you need an ax to pick tomatoes! Use your damn hands!"

"But it's more fun this way."

"No, damnit!"

"Por favor?" I did the sad face thing; it usually always worked with him. Thank God for that. He was considering it.

"Fine, but hurry the hell up, Jesus! It's hot out here! I want to get back inside!" He walked to the edge of the garden and picked a plump red tomato from the side of the fence.

"I need your help Romano! I can't do it without you!"

He tensed up. Here it comes…

He spun around red faced and angry, it's so cute when he goes on his little rants! "Wtf? You know, it wasn't my idea to come out here and do anything with you! You're the one who called to drag me all fucking way here! Use your hands! You certainly weren't afraid to last night! God! You're such an ass sometimes! Damn tomato bastard, sometimes you jus-"

Taking 'tomato bastard' as my que, I threw my ax in his direction; he hadn't finished ranting soon enough to see my weapon spinning at him at deadly speed. It cut the fruit in his hand in half, and grazed his fingertips and face. It ended up lodged in the side of the fence; about half of the blade had gone completely through and was sticking out the other side. He stood there frozen in shock and the other tomato half in his hand dropped to the ground to meet the other.

"Not too dull, eh Romano?"

Sorry this was so late! I'm the ultimate procrastinator I swear! Please don't hate me! I'll be better with the next one I promise! There's also the problem of me not being able to write my own handwriting. It's been that way forever.

Okay, now that excuses are done, hooray for a terrible Spamano fic! My next one is going to be AMAZING! You'll see. I have the best idea EVER. I do. I am also now taking REQUESTS! Comment a pairing or scenario you would like to see, and I can make it happen.

muy delicioso: Very delicious