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"¡Lovi, le gané a mi hermano!" Antonio yelled as he tackled his tomate precioso as Fábregas' penalty kick bounced in off of the post.
"Yeah, I saw, idiota," Lovino huffed.
"Lovi, are you not happy for me?" Antonio asked.
Lovino's cheeks reddened. "I never said that, bastardo."
"Awww, Lovi, you look just like a tomato!" Antonio cooed.
"Shut up." Lovino's cheeks puffed out slightly from irritation.
"But, Lovi," Antonio said, "If you aren't unhappy for me, why won't you celebrate with me?"
"I didn't celebrate because…" and Lovino finished by muttering something that Antonio couldn't hear.
"What was that, Lovi?" the Spaniard asked as he got even closer to his tesoro.
Lovino turned away from Antonio. "I said I didn't celebrate because I knew you were going to win anyways."
"Lovino had confidence in me!" Antonio yelled as he tightly hugged Lovino.
"Hmph, whatever, idiota," Lovino muttered.
"But you know what, Lovi?" Antonio asked, still not letting go.
"What?"
"I have confidence in you too for tomorrow!"
Lovino blushed an even brighter red and muttered something about cheerful tomato bastards.
"I love you, too, Lovi," Antonio said.
A/N: yeah, so I decided that for the remaining games I'm going to post another chapter for each one! (seeing how there is going to be opportunities for gerita and/or spamano in all of them). This one is incredibly short, but oh well. I still wrote it in time to watch the germany vs italy game! :D
¡Lovi, le gané a mi hermano! -Lovi, I beat my brother!
tesoro -treasure
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