Author's note: Nice to see y'all again! Sorry if these updates are kind of sporadic. I'll try to even them out to every Saturday or something. To those who live in 'Murica, I hope your Thanksgiving was great! I'm ate half my body weight in turkey.

~~~~~~TOMATOES~~~~~~~

An ear piercing whistle could be heard practically halfway around the world. A certain brunet waved his hand in the air..

"Oi! Taxi!"

The yellow cab drove right by him as if he weren't there. Lovino, in response, let out a string of choice words. There's no way that cabbie hadn't seen him. He was wearing neon blue and was the loudest fucker on the street. His blind and deaf great grandmother could have found him if she weren't, you know, dead. That's always a minor setback.

The completely sweet tempered (*sarcasm*) Italian trudged onwards. This really sucked. That was the third taxi to pass him. He was a willing, paying customer. Why wouldn't they just fucking stop?

A car passed by him, close to the curb. It has rained hard a couple days ago, and anyone who has seen a clichéd movie with a tragic scene in it would know what happened next. Of course they would. Lovino got drenched as the car's wheels created a spray of mud that arched gracefully in the sky, aiming to land right upon him. The brunet stopped as suddenly as he had started. The dirt and water he was showered with really seemed to open his eyes at that moment, and God presented him with the ultimate epiphany.

Karma was a royal bitch.

Lovino wasn't really sure what he had done. Yeah, he lost his temper often, but he didn't deserve this. The worst thing he'd ever done was accidentally strike a bird with a slingshot. And his nine year old self had cried and nursed it back to health! Sure, he wasn't a great person, but what did he do to deserve this? Nothing. That's what. And with this final thought, Lovino turned around to go home.

Screw work. Screw school. Screw life. Lovino would just sit in his room and eat a carton of ice cream. Or he would, he realized, if he wasn't freaking locked out of his apartment. It's funny how easily someone can forget a tiny thing like that. Today was really not Lovino's day. Head hanging low, Lovino looked like a pathetic half drowned creature. Anyone who wasn't a total asshole would feel pity for him somewhere in their hearts. Hands shoved in the pockets of his designer jeans, the Italian made his way back towards the apartments because, frankly, he had nowhere else to go at the moment. Maybe he'd just sleep outside on his welcome mat like a hobo. That would work.

A jet black motorcycle pulled up next to the figure. Antonio pulled off his bike helmet to ask the stranger what was wrong. After all, he had just witnessed the poor guy get a full face of random street crap. The spaniard was just a nice guy like that, and not a total asshole. (Unlike all the other pedestrians) Shock crossed his features when he realized he knew this guy, and he almost immediately regretted pulling over. God, he would probably get an earful about how loud his bike was and-

"What do you want." Came a tired voice. The spaniard looked towards the Italian in surprise. No cussing him out? This was a novelty.

"I was just checking to see if you were alright, Lovi. Sorry if I disturbed you."

"It's nothing." the younger Italian said he he proceeded on his way. Looking more than slightly perturbed, the spaniard stopped him.

"Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"If you hadn't noticed, tomato-bastard, I'm locked out of my home with no keys. How in the hell do you think I'm supposed to get there. Teleport?" He hissed. Touchy. The other smiled. There was the annoying asshole he knew. Knowing he was going to lament this decision in time, he patted his motorcycle.

"I can drive you to work, if it's not to far. Where are you going?"

Looking confusedly towards the spaniard, Lovino decided that this idiot must be the most clueless guy in the universe. He had just insulted the man, yet he was offered a ride. But, as the saying goes, don't look a gift horse in the mouth. The younger nodded slightly,muttering a thanks before accepting midnight blue helmet. He had been on motorcycles before for short rides. There wasn't much to it, you just had to hold on tight and lean with the turns. Quickly instructing Antonio which restaurant to go to, the tanned man revved the engine to let Lovino know they were about to ride. It was more than slightly awkward, and the smaller man felt like a woman. It wasn't so bad when you were riding with friends, but hugging an acquaintance was weird. Not that the spaniard seemed to mind. In fact, he seemed to, dare I say, enjoy it. That perverted sadist, he knew that the man was to good to be true! Okay, forget that last thought.

In what seemed like only a matter of seconds, they slowly came to a stop.

"¡Ya está! Our final destination has arrived." announced Antonio. He was happy that the roar of his motor had drowned out any insults the Italian may have shouted during the ride. It had actually been pleasant. Lovino dismounted and stepped onto the sidewalk that Antonio had pulled up by.

"Um, grazie, I suppose." he said quietly, shifting his weight slightly. Antonio looked around nervously. Two shows of gratitude and decency in under an hour? Either the sun was about to explode or the dead were going to rise. Either way, that wasn't a good omen. Sensing no immediate demise, he smiled graciously.

"De nada." the Spaniard easily replied.

The Italian nodded quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, I'll be going." he said, though it sounded a bit more like a question. Antonio smiled one last time before pushing off and riding into the sunset or something. (In reality, he was going to see Francis. The drunk frenchman had called him, sobbing melodramatically about how an accordion had stolen a kiss. Antonio was going to check on him to see whether or not he was high.)

Lovino sighed before turning on his heel, preparing himself for actual orders from actual bitches. The first thing he saw, or rather, felt, were arms wrapping around him in a tight hug. A squeal came from behind him.

"Oooooh! Lovino! Was that your boyfriend? He's so hot. You two make such a cute couple!"

The young man tried to spin around but was stopped by the other brunette's steely grip.

"No Elizabeta, that was not my boyfriend. He's a tomato bastard who locked me out of my home and offered me a ride."

"Pet names already? So cute!" she sighed, clearly only half paying attention.

"What the hell are you- you know what? forget it." He sighed, making his way past his workplace's entrance and dragging the gushing woman behind him.

"Lovino's finally found the love of his life!" she happily announced as soon as the Italian had stepped through the kitchen doors. Everyone stopped and stared. While this was Lovino's first day on the job, since this place was fairly near campus, a lot of students he knew worked there. Therefore, just about everyone knew him and he knew everyone, if only by reputation. Alfred beamed and sent the young man a thumbs up.

"Good work dude!"

A pat on the back from a blond with wild hair, the party animal Mathias, almost knocked Lovino down. Much like the american, he didn't know his own strength. "I'll be sure to bring a six pack to your wedding!"

"If you don't drink it all first." came an emotionless deadpan from Lukas.

"We're not dating!"

"Check the cameras. We can use this as blackmail, aru." said a smiling Chinese man, Wang Yao. Apparently not getting the joke, or worryingly, actually understanding it and thinking it a good idea, a polish man disappeared to the security room. A muffled thump could be heard before a blond head popped back out.

"Found it! And it has, like, really clear audio."

Elizaveta grinned widely, a terrifying gleam in her eye. "I want a copy!"

"Me too!" chimed a small woman from Taiwan. They almost ran Feliks over in their quest for yaoi on tape. A triumphant shout came from inside the room.

"Hey guys! Check this out! I told you Lovino was a total tsundere! And his boyfriend is a catch."

"He's a neighbor!"

"Aw. So you two are never to far. How romantic." sighed Katyusha. The Italian had never face palmed harder.

Hope y'all liked it! by the way,

¡Ya está!- means there it is. It's like the Spanish equivalent of Voilá!

Grazie- Thank you (italian)

De nada- It's nothing

This is apparently a comedy, according to my now hopefully changed genre. Sorry about not updating often, I only have a vague idea where this story is going. Thanks for reading! As always, please tell me if I spelled something wrong and please review. GRACIAS!

May lollipops fall from the sky and all turtles fly,

LollipopTurtle