Loving Me Chapter 2
Bringing Me
ROMANO'S POV
I walked down the stairs after washing up, only to get a basketful of tomatoes shoved in my face.
"What the hell!" I exclaimed, not exactly happy about getting a basket in the face, even if it was full…of…tomatoes? Who gives a fuck about my nose hurting! Give me the damn tomatoes! I grabbed at the basket, only to have it pulled back as Spain's smiling face came into view instead.
"Now, now Lovi", ewww….he sounded like he was actually trying to sound like a responsible guardian…,"You have to wait, we're going to go for breakfast and these are for our neighbor, who kindly watched the tomato plants while we were away last month".
"Fine…but I'm hungry…"I WASN'T WHINING…ok maybe I was whining…just a little though.
SPAIN'S POV
'Oh Dio he is so cute when he whines like that…just one tomato…couldn't hurt right, besides it might help him to realize he is worth something to me…' "Here you go Lovi~" I handed him the best one in the basket as we started walking next door, "This should hold you off until we get to go for breakfast." I watched as his eyes grew huge, and he practically ripped my hand off grabbing the tomato.
"Grazie Tomato Bastard" He was so cute when he was eating the tomato, such a messy eater, the juices ran down his chin as he sunk his teeth into the ripe fruit.*
"De nada mi poco de tomate" I smiled as he shot me a dirty look, most likely because I was speaking Spanish.
"Don't speak that damn language bastard! You know I can't understand you!" I just ignored him as we walked up to the door. I knocked quickly and backed up a step.
ROMANO'S POV
Was it just me, or was the bastard being nicer…it must be my imagination….he can't possibly get any nicer. I heard footsteps inside the house before the door swung open, revealing a young girl in a similar outfit to mine, except for her dress was black, and it seemed to be made of a nicer material. 'Hn…rich people, always dressing up their servants.'
"Buenos días, Señor Antonio, I asume you are here to see Señorita Arabela." Oh great…she was speaking tomato bastard.
"Sí I am here to thank her." What the hell was he saying…oh look he lifted up the basket…but I didn't hear tomate…gaah nevermind…I was just going to sit here and eat my tomato.
I turned my back on them to watch as some boy, about my age came walking towards the house. I felt my face heat up as the boy caught my gaze. 'Great….now he knows I was watching him.' He smirked as he walked up the stairs towards me. For some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off of him.
"Hola hermosa, see something you like?" I had listened enough in Spain's Spanish lessons to know what 'hermosa' meant. For me, right now, it meant fuck I'm screwed. I turned to get Spain's attention; only to see that he and the young girl had went inside. Damn unreliable tomato bastard.
SPAIN'S POV
The young maid took me down the hall towards Señorita Arabela's chambers. We stopped at an elaborate door, made of clean wood and with gold hammered into it. She knocked on the door and I heard a quiet 'Ingrese'.
"Buenos días Señorita Arabela" I walked up to the lovely lady sitting in a straight backed chair and kissed the hand she offered.
"Buenos días too you too" She smiled and her eyes lit up when she saw the basket of tomatoes."Are those for me Antonio?"
"Yes they are", I laughed, she looked so much like Lovi did when he saw a tomato, "and gracias for watching my tomato plants while I was gone~"
"De nada Antonio" She had a lovely smile, but I bet Lovino's would be so much nicer….speaking of Lovino…
"Excuse me, but I have to go, Lovino is waiting for me outside." I walked as fast as I could out of the door as she waved goodbye.
ROMANO'S POV
I was running. What else could I do when a boy had tried to put his hands up my skirt? He was chasing after me, laughing whenever I tripped or stumbled. I gasped as I tripped over something, falling over. I cried out as my head hit the ground. Oh Dio that hurt. The boy grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, pushing his body onto mine. He leaned towards me as I quickly turned my head away. 'No way am I letting this bastard have my first kiss'. He moved my wrists so that they were in one hand and grabbed my chin. I felt tears run down my face as he moved towards me. 'Some one…any one…help me please…oh Dio help me'.