Re: It's not 'La Tomatina' today! [4/?]
anonymous
April 26 2009, 23:11:36 UTC
Feeling his confidence back again, he walked upward the hill again to Spain's house. "Oiiiiii Spaaaiiin, where are you you bastard!?" He asked as he tried to walk trough the front door with his crate in his hands. Really, Spain's house was so big, so why make the front door so small. He almost dropped one tomato, for Christ sake!
Once inside the living room, he stopped dead in his tracks of what he saw.
Spain. Laying with his head on Belgium's lap, and with Hungary laying next to him. Kissing that bastards cheek, while Belgium was stroking his hair. Kissing. HAIR stroking.
"Lovino!" Spain's head shot up from Belgium's lap, smiling. "You came back!"
Romano twitched, and felt something wet dripping in his hands. It was the tomato he almost dropped and it was oozing red on his new shoes. 'Great' He thought sarcastically just when his younger brother made them for his special day. Wait a minute...
Meanwhile, the Spaniard sat upright again, after gently pushing Hungary off of him. "Lovi! It's great that you came right now. We just wanted to go to your favorite restaurant to celebrate our union! Y'know, the one that makes that gr---
SPLAT!!
"great paella..."
Both the girls squeaked in surprise, and Spain stopped in mid-sentence to look at his crispy white shirt. "Uh... L-Lovino... La Tomatina isn't today, you know..."
Romano looked at them calmly, almost eerily calm, before feeling his patience snap, and something of an evil grin filled his face. He got another tomato from his crate and with almost sadistic pleasure watched as this tomato also oozed in his hand.
He positioned the tomato. Belgium blanched. "D-don't you dare!"
He remembered vaguely that he used to flirt with Belgium at the world meeting once, but oh well. Grandpa Rome had once taught him that all was fair in love in war (especially war!), and now that Antonio was his main objective, he supposed his actions were fair.
The tomato his Belgium square in the face, and the next tomatoes that where coming, were just thrown without a real target. But the angered screams he heard around him, he figured he got a few direct hits. In his tomato-throwing frenzy, he heard screams of Hungary saying he's be really dead if she had her frying pan with her right now (and "Ita-chan was is SO much cuter than you ever were!!"), and he believed that Belgium yelled about a tomato falling into her low-cut summer dress. Antonio just yelled at him to stop.
And then he just only heard Antonio. The other two voices had left.
"Lovino... please stop"
His hand stopped at the last tomato in his crate, but was suddenly held back by the soft but firm hands of the Spaniard. "Lovi, I know your angry, but please listen to me. Stop." He looked the other in the eye, and saw for the first time that Antonio was serious.
"What!?" He asked rudely.
"First, promise me to stop throwing tomatoes at me" Spain asked as he let go of his hand. Romano lowered the tomato, but still looked like he would throw it at any given chance. "Fine"
The Spaniard sighed and sat back on the sofa again. "Okay. So I understand that you where angry at me for that commenting on your face"
Re: It's not 'La Tomatina' today! [5/5]
anonymous
April 26 2009, 23:13:15 UTC
Romano hmmpt-ed, and glared at him. "Took you long enough"
The other ignored him. "...all I want to know, is why you took out your anger at everyone in this room. Belgium and Hungary had nothing to do with our fight, and heck, they just wanted to celebrate their union with m--"
"Shut up! It's all your fault anyway!"
Antonio was about to object, when he suddenly had Romano sitting in his lap, both of the legs on one side of his legs, and thin arms around his neck. "L-Lovino!!"
"I said, shut up, you bastard..." Lovino lowly murmured in his ear, and Spain had trouble not to shiver. He was about to ask what Romano was planning, when suddenly all his thoughts stilled. Lovino's tongue was trailing from his chin to his cheek, licking away some of the tomato pulp, and mi dios, it was sexy.
He shivered and could feel his cheeks getting red, when Romano shifted more closer over his sensitive parts, while those soft hands pushed him back into the cushions. This had been what he had always secretly hoped to happen. What he always wanted to do when he hugged the other nation, or when Lovino would lay next to him, when he was cold at night, or, or...
"I like you, you jack-ass. Acknowledge it"
The words nearly melted through him, and Antonio felt his heart race against his chest. Lovino lowered his head and those lush and inviting lips where slowly inching to his... Antonio's hands had already found the backside of the Lovino's head, and the could feel feather light touches of the other's lip on his, when---
Splat!
...he felt that last tomato meet his face... 'so much for promises...'
In the blink of an eye, the very welcoming weight on his lap had disappeared, and when he'd removed the tomato from his face, Lovino was already at the door-opening, glaring at him.
"L-Lovi... why did you...?"
"Leave?" The Italian hmmpt-ed again, and refused to meet his eyes. "I've chased for you long enough already, danmmit! If you really care, you'll take me on a date right now"
Spain smiled and wondered vaguely in the back of his head if he had to date with Romano, while being smeared with tomato-pulp all over him, but he stood off the sofa and walked to the other nation anyway. "That, mi amor, would be my pleasure~ ♥
...But first he was going to claim those sweet lips, though~.
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orz||| I'm sorry Anon. I'll apologize for only reading the prompt fleetingly >__< It was supposed to be a Belgium/Spain/Hungary fic, but it kinda came out like a Spain/Romano fic... And I'm also much meaner for the girls than you are (still love them though!)
English is not my mother-laguage, so I'm sorry for Engrish and grammar mistakes... ^__^;
Once inside the living room, he stopped dead in his tracks of what he saw.
Spain. Laying with his head on Belgium's lap, and with Hungary laying next to him. Kissing that bastards cheek, while Belgium was stroking his hair. Kissing. HAIR stroking.
"Lovino!" Spain's head shot up from Belgium's lap, smiling. "You came back!"
Romano twitched, and felt something wet dripping in his hands. It was the tomato he almost dropped and it was oozing red on his new shoes. 'Great' He thought sarcastically just when his younger brother made them for his special day. Wait a minute...
Meanwhile, the Spaniard sat upright again, after gently pushing Hungary off of him. "Lovi! It's great that you came right now. We just wanted to go to your favorite restaurant to celebrate our union! Y'know, the one that makes that gr---
SPLAT!!
"great paella..."
Both the girls squeaked in surprise, and Spain stopped in mid-sentence to look at his crispy white shirt. "Uh... L-Lovino... La Tomatina isn't today, you know..."
Romano looked at them calmly, almost eerily calm, before feeling his patience snap, and something of an evil grin filled his face. He got another tomato from his crate and with almost sadistic pleasure watched as this tomato also oozed in his hand.
He positioned the tomato. Belgium blanched. "D-don't you dare!"
He remembered vaguely that he used to flirt with Belgium at the world meeting once, but oh well. Grandpa Rome had once taught him that all was fair in love in war (especially war!), and now that Antonio was his main objective, he supposed his actions were fair.
The tomato his Belgium square in the face, and the next tomatoes that where coming, were just thrown without a real target. But the angered screams he heard around him, he figured he got a few direct hits. In his tomato-throwing frenzy, he heard screams of Hungary saying he's be really dead if she had her frying pan with her right now (and "Ita-chan was is SO much cuter than you ever were!!"), and he believed that Belgium yelled about a tomato falling into her low-cut summer dress. Antonio just yelled at him to stop.
And then he just only heard Antonio. The other two voices had left.
"Lovino... please stop"
His hand stopped at the last tomato in his crate, but was suddenly held back by the soft but firm hands of the Spaniard. "Lovi, I know your angry, but please listen to me. Stop." He looked the other in the eye, and saw for the first time that Antonio was serious.
"What!?" He asked rudely.
"First, promise me to stop throwing tomatoes at me" Spain asked as he let go of his hand. Romano lowered the tomato, but still looked like he would throw it at any given chance. "Fine"
The Spaniard sighed and sat back on the sofa again. "Okay. So I understand that you where angry at me for that commenting on your face"
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The other ignored him. "...all I want to know, is why you took out your anger at everyone in this room. Belgium and Hungary had nothing to do with our fight, and heck, they just wanted to celebrate their union with m--"
"Shut up! It's all your fault anyway!"
Antonio was about to object, when he suddenly had Romano sitting in his lap, both of the legs on one side of his legs, and thin arms around his neck. "L-Lovino!!"
"I said, shut up, you bastard..." Lovino lowly murmured in his ear, and Spain had trouble not to shiver. He was about to ask what Romano was planning, when suddenly all his thoughts stilled. Lovino's tongue was trailing from his chin to his cheek, licking away some of the tomato pulp, and mi dios, it was sexy.
He shivered and could feel his cheeks getting red, when Romano shifted more closer over his sensitive parts, while those soft hands pushed him back into the cushions. This had been what he had always secretly hoped to happen. What he always wanted to do when he hugged the other nation, or when Lovino would lay next to him, when he was cold at night, or, or...
"I like you, you jack-ass. Acknowledge it"
The words nearly melted through him, and Antonio felt his heart race against his chest. Lovino lowered his head and those lush and inviting lips where slowly inching to his... Antonio's hands had already found the backside of the Lovino's head, and the could feel feather light touches of the other's lip on his, when---
Splat!
...he felt that last tomato meet his face... 'so much for promises...'
In the blink of an eye, the very welcoming weight on his lap had disappeared, and when he'd removed the tomato from his face, Lovino was already at the door-opening, glaring at him.
"L-Lovi... why did you...?"
"Leave?" The Italian hmmpt-ed again, and refused to meet his eyes. "I've chased for you long enough already, danmmit! If you really care, you'll take me on a date right now"
Spain smiled and wondered vaguely in the back of his head if he had to date with Romano, while being smeared with tomato-pulp all over him, but he stood off the sofa and walked to the other nation anyway. "That, mi amor, would be my pleasure~ ♥
...But first he was going to claim those sweet lips, though~.
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orz|||
I'm sorry Anon. I'll apologize for only reading the prompt fleetingly >__< It was supposed to be a Belgium/Spain/Hungary fic, but it kinda came out like a Spain/Romano fic... And I'm also much meaner for the girls than you are (still love them though!)
English is not my mother-laguage, so I'm sorry for Engrish and grammar mistakes... ^__^;
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I loved it anon!
so cute and fun~
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are you the OP, btw?
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are you the OP, btw?
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I think you should link this here (http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/7233.html?view=8977217#t8977217) or else people won't notice it was filled ^^
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