WHY CAN'T I BE CREATIVE FOR ONCE?!...*clears throat awkwardly* well here's another Spamano because I have no creativity what-so-ever. Anyways...enjoy the story or whatever and like, please don't hate me for my grammar issues even though I am also a heckler for bad grammar... holy cheese help me. Enjoy!
Lovino scowled at the grass beneath his feet, a low flush spreading up his neck and over his ears. Antonio stood at his side, laughing at how comical 'his little tomato' looked at the moment. The two had been going on a walk through some city in Spain, Lovino didn't feel like remembering the name. A woman had called them over into the grass where she was selling churros, and asked them if they were going to be married yet. After shouting at the poor woman, Lovino had clammed up and avoided Antonio's amused gaze.
"Sh-shut up tomato bastard. Stop fucking laughing." He hissed at Antonio as the spaniard led them away from the giggling lady.
"Awe but Lovi." He purred, cupping Lovino's chin, and lifting the male's face so he could meet his eyes.
"Don't fucking call me that. We should go." Lovino reached up to bat Antonio's hands away.
"But Lovi, wouldn't our wedding be amazing?" Antonio hummed to himself, as if he was picturing what their wedding would be like. Lovino only rolled his eyes and hissed profanities in English, Spanish, and Italian.
"We can't get married. Neither of us proposed to each other, and I would probably say no. Also, I would never propose to you, you fucking bastard." He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. Antonio went silent behind him as they continued on their way. After a few minutes of thought, Antonio tugged the younger male to a fountain that sat in the middle of the square.
"What are you doing?" Lovino asked, whispering loudly as multiple pairs of eyes fell on the pair. His curl stiffened a bit at the sudden movement, and he found himself glaring at Antonio.
"L-Lovino." Lovino froze, eyes widening slightly. Antonio never stuttered, or at least, he hadn't since the two started dating. Antonio's face flushed a bit as he cleared his throat before dropping down on one knee. Lovino stiffened and stepped backwards, feeling his face warming as Antonio gazed up at him with a love-filled expression. "We've, well, we've been together for five years now, and I love you . So damn much Lovi. With all of my stupid heart. And, and I know you love me too, or else you wouldn't have tolerated me as long as you have. Can we take that probably and have you say yes? Would you do me the honour of marrying me?"
Lovino choked on his breath. Antonio, oh Antonio.
"A-Antonio you bastard. I-I yes. I-" At the word 'yes', Antonio flung himself at Lovino, dropping the small velvet box on the ground and tackling the male in a hug. Their lips collided together. They were on the ground.
Lovino pushed Antonio away, only darkening in colour when Antonio slid the ring onto Lovino's finger- a wide grin on his face. The growing crowd had broken into applause, whistling, and cheering for the two.
"Ugh, all of these people are looking at us. We should go." Lovino grumbled, hiding himself behind Antonio. Someone called "OTP!" as the pair ducked away.