Gift for geritafanfreak
Title: Cafe Tomate Rojo
Author: jammerlea
Recipient: geritafanfreak
Word Count: 5731
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Spain/Romano, France, Prussia, Italy, (small Belarus cameo)
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Just Romano's mouth
Summary: Antonio runs a little cafe. One of the regular customers is a handsome Italian man, and he's crushing on him hard. What will happen once he's finally able to talk to his favorite customer?
Note to Recipient: I had fun with this and it's turned out to be my longest Hetalia fic thus far. It took an unexpected twist in a way, so I hope that's okay.
The Cafe Tomate Rojo was quiet in the afternoon. The lunch rush was over, leaving only a couple customers chatting with each other as Antonio tended to cleaning the tables and washing the dishes. The smell of the coffee beans was deep and inviting; the soft wooden decor of the building was warm and relaxing. Images of tomatoes accented the dining room, advertising the shop's signature tomato sandwich lunch special.
It was a small coffee shop and it never filled up entirely, but it was his coffee shop and Antonio took pride in his business and joy in the satisfaction of the customers who stopped in. He loved the customers the most. Each one was unique and had their own story to tell. Antonio loved to chat with them about their day and he was familiar with many of the regulars on a first name basis. For those who wouldn't open with him, he would make up his own stories for them.
Most of his customers were businessmen and women who came by during their lunch break for a quick sandwich and coffee. These were his regulars. Recently though, there had been a new man coming in. A sharply dressed young man, with a pair of sunglasses clipped to his front pocket. He had parted hair that had a wild strand, he wasn't sure if it was styled that way or an accident, but it completed a very handsome look nonetheless. Unfortunately, the man always always came in when the shop was at its busiest, so Antonio never really got a chance to talk to him aside from taking his order. He sounded obviously Italian. Their exchanges were short, as the Italian always seemed a little grumpy and pouty, but somehow it struck Antonio as endearing. The more he noticed him come in, the more Antonio wanted to talk to him, but the opportunity never came up, or just when he thought he'd get a chance, some other customer would flag Antonio aside, and by the time he was done with them, the Italian would be gone.
This happened so many times that seeing the Italian was becoming rather an obsession for Antonio. Anytime he heard the bell on the door ring when a customer came in, he'd look up in hopes that it was the mysterious Italian. And when it was the Italian, he could feel his heart start to race, his smile would widen, and his cheeks would heat up ever so lightly. His cheerfulness up 110%, Antonio would give the man the friendliest service he could. He'd serve him the freshest coffee and even add an extra tomato to his sandwich. Maybe, just maybe he could get that adorable pout to smile. Whether he meant it to or not, Antonio's obsession had turned into a rather large, undeniable crush. Not that he really understood that yet.
Today though the lunch rush was over and there was no sign of his secret favorite customer. Antonio sighed sadly, praying that his new regular hadn't defected to the French cafe of his friendly rival Francis, or to the bar of his other friend Gilbert. Francis' cafe was far fancier than his own, and Gilbert's bar was where everyone went to unwind. Both spots were more popular than his own little coffee shop. If they stole his Italian from him, he didn't know what he would do! Ah, but he was just worrying, right? He chuckled nervously to himself as the last two lunch customers left. Carefully he cleared off their table and gathered up the dishes to wash. It would be another couple hours before anymore real traffic came in once people were off of work.
Unexpectedly the bell jingled as the front door opened.
"Bienvenido!" Antonio turned to the door with a warm smile. Instantly it turned to a look of surprise, then to a look of glee. Before him was the Italian. "H-hola!! I'll be right with you!" Quick as he could, Antonio dumped the dishes into the sink then hurried to the counter to assist him.
The Italian trudged up to the counter. He looked a bit wearier than normal, a sign that it was already a long day at work. Looking up to take a quick glance at the menu boards, he then turned to Antonio to place his order, "I'll have-"
"Your usual~?" Antonio beamed at him. He barely took note of the Italian's wary glance at him. "An Italian espresso with the Tomato Sandwich special!"
"How did you...?"
"I've seen you in here often so I remembered!" Antonio rocked back on his heels, proud of his memory. He had been very attentive.
"That, yes." The Italian paid, then took a seat within the quiet dining area.
Finally! Finally Antonio had the Italian to himself! He quickly tended to the order, making fresh espresso and as usual adding the extra slice of tomato to the sandwich. Now he could finally find out more about the man he couldn't get out of his head. Quickly he brought the order over to the table. "Here you go!"
The Italian took his meal with a nod and mumbled in return, "Grazie."
Antonio stood there, smiling, this was his chance! But he froze. His excitement turned to nervousness as all the conversation starters he usually used suddenly escaped him. He couldn't think at all! All he could do was stand there, grinning like an idiot, feeling his heart pound inside his chest.
Looking up from his meal, the Italian noticed Antonio's awkward stance, "Is something wrong?"
"What's your name??" he blurted in reply, not an answer, but a question that had been on his mind for a very long time.
The Italian regarded him for a while, then deciding the question was harmless enough, answered. "Lovino. I'm Lovino Vargas."
Lovino. It wasn't a normal name, but Antonio liked the sound of it a lot. "I'm Antonio Fernandez Carriedo! I run this coffee shop!"
"I figured that," Lovino frowned a bit at the obvious statement, wondering what this cafe owner's deals was.
"I wasn't sure that I'd see you today!" Antonio rambled on, "Since I usually see you come in during the lunch rush. Ah, I'm so glad you came!"
Lovino nodded slowly, not taking his eyes off excited man, wondering exactly why Antonio was so glad he came. "Si... I got caught up in a project at work so I had to take a late lunch."
"That's great!" he gave a sigh of relief. "I was worried you might've ended up at one of the other places down the street." Lovino pouted a bit at that. Antonio could maybe guess that perhaps Lovino was hoping for a different answer, but he was too excited to take notice. "I mean, those guys are my friends, but we still have to compete, you know?" He noticed Lovino was seemingly trying to ignore him and eat his sandwich, but surely he wouldn't really be ignoring him. "They've stolen a lot of business from me before, but they just play it off like it's nothing. It's hard to make a living like tha-"
"Will you shut up?" Lovino scowled at him, then turned back towards his sandwich, seeming a bit flustered, "I'm not going to go anywhere else... B-because my favorite sandwich is here."
It was a bit startling at first, he wasn't used to being yelled at. But Lovino said he would stay at this coffee shop, so that had to be a good thing! Marveling at him, Antonio pulled up another chair and straddled it backwards so he could rest on the back of it as they chatted. “So, Mr. Vargas, what sort of work do you do?”
Lovino seemed to calm down a little and sipped his drink before replying, “I work with a clothing designer located down the next block.”
The clothing design business! That would explain why he was always dressed so sharply. Antonio let his imagination get away from him for a bit, “Issat so~? That sounds really impressive!! I bet you're a model!”
The Italian blushed at the suggestion, seeming to take it as a compliment, “N-no, I'm just an assistant. My little brother is the designer, so I help him. He's too stupid to handle the business side of the job.”
“Wow, you're really kind to help out your brother like that!”
Lovino blushed deeper at the new compliment, but Antonio didn't really take notice. No one ever called Lovino 'kind'. “N-no. I kind of hate the job.”
“Oh.” Antonio studied Lovino for a bit as he worked on finishing off his sandwich, then asked, “What kind of job would you like then?”
Cleaning his face with his napkin, Lovino paused before replying. “I want... to be a chef.”
Cooking! His Italian liked cooking! Antonio couldn't believe it, they shared a similar passion! He blurted without thinking, “Why don't you work here with me then!”
Lovino stared at him in disbelief. The corners of his mouth started to twitch and Antonio was almost sure he'd see him smile, but the Italian stood up and pushed his chair in. “Scusa. I have to get back to work.”
The next couple days Antonio saw Lovino come in with the lunch rush as usual, limiting their exchanges, however, the Italian didn't seem quite as grumpy as usual. Antonio longed to talk to him again like they had the other day, but there was just too much to do. Still, whenever he saw Lovino he would inwardly swoon, just happy to be graced by the precense of his Italian. Antonio was so enthralled when Lovino was there, that he had been known a time or two to overfill a coffee cup, ending in him scrambling to mop up the mess while the regulars wondered what was wrong with the Spaniard. Whenever he and Lovino met eyes, the Italian would quickly look away in what appeared to be embarrassment, and what Antonio would find adorable.
Friday was finally here and this time Lovino had stumbled in after much of the lunch crowd had gone. A new chance to talk, Antonio could hardly contain his excitement as he brought the food over. He stuck close to the table as Lovino sipped his espresso. “So...” he grinned earnestly, “have you considered my offer?”
Lovino spat the espresso back into his cup in surprise, “Eh? You were serious?!”
“Kind of...” Antonio replied sheepishly, blushing slightly. “See, there's just me here, so I'm not able to add a lot to the menu. I'm worried customers might start to get bored of my tomato sandwich special.”
“T-that one's my favorite.” Lovino stared down at the sandwich on the table, “I love tomatoes and this sandwich has a lot of them on it.”
“Oh, that's because I always put an extra slice on yours!” Antonio grinned proudly at him.
Lovino stared at him, his mouth agape and a deep blush starting to tint his cheeks. He was speechless.
Antonio didn't notice, “That's what I would like! Tomatoes are my favorite too! I would never get tired of them! Ah, but some people don't like tomatoes at all.” He frowned as if disappointed, “I don't really have much for those people.”
“Y-you...” Lovino stuttered, still flustered over learning about his special sandwich, “You should have another simple sandwich, like a ham and cheese sort of thing, or maybe a soup, which can be prepared in advance and is faster to serve.” He continued on, and before either of them really realized it, they were both leaning over the table, going over the menu. Antonio jotted down notes as they collaborated on new ideas and dishes for the cafe to offer. There were a handful of quick and delicious sandwiches to add on, a soup of the day special, a few new ideas for special blend coffees, and even a couple simple but sweet desserts.
Time slipped by them.
Then a phone rang. Fumbling a bit, Lovino quickly pulled his cellphone from his pocket. “Pronto.” A muffled, frantic voice could be heard on the other end. “Eh...?” Lovino took a moment to glance at his watch and his eyes widened. “Cazzo! Arrivo subito!” He quickly hung up his phone and stuffed it back in his pocket, “Dammit, I have to get back to the office, I'm late!” He stood up and made a quick dash for the door.
“W-wait!” Antonio called after him, and was pleased that the Italian took a moment to stop and listen, “This... this weekend... If you can, I'd like it if you could stop by again.”
“We'll see...,” was the reply, and Lovino disappeared out the door.
He might actually come by on the weekend! Antonio's face heated up, hopeful that it would come to pass. Now he just needed to come up with a reason why he wanted Lovino to visit on the weekend. Embarrassed with himself, he quickly distracted himself with cleaning the cafe.
Saturday was slow and Antonio spent most of the time practicing making some of the foods that he and Lovino had discussed. He thought back on the previous day and how involved the two of them had been going over the menu; how well they seemed to work together; how close they had been. Antonio closed his eyes as he stirred a pot of warming soup. His Italian was such a handsome man, especially when he was focused on something. Sure he was cute enough when he was pouting after spending time at work, but this other side of him that Antonio had discovered was quite attractive as well.
“I wonder if he likes men?”
Antonio blinked at his own question. He had never thought of that before. Actually, he had never really come to terms with just how much he liked Lovino. It was more than just the regular like as he felt with his friends. He had fun with his friends, but Lovino could make him breathless just by being in the same room, and it felt really good. Was it one of those things that he'd overhear the young businesswomen talking about? That 'crush' thing when they liked one of their coworkers but were too shy or embarrassed to admit it to them? “You should just tell them,” is what he always said to them as encouragement, “you might just get a nice surprise!” It was so easy for him to say that to them, but now that he knew just how they felt, he could sort of understand why they had a hard time admitting it.
What if those feelings were turned down? Wouldn't it be best to continue with things as they were rather than risk losing the relationship they do have? He was starting to feel really hot...
“¡Ay, dios mio!” The soup was boiling over! Quickly he turned off the heat and hurried to clean up the mess he had just made. How did he get so distrac-
“Is everything okay?”
The voice from over the counter made Antonio freeze, and slowly he turned towards it, “S-señor Vargas!”
“What have you done? Are you trying to kill the soup?!” As if he owned the place, Lovino made his way past the counter to help clean up in the kitchen. “What were you doing?”
Antonio flushed red with embarrassment, “I was trying to practice making this soup, but, um, my mind wandered for a bit.”
“Idiot.”Lovino flicked a finger against Antonio's forehead, “You have to pay careful attention when you make food! One little mistake can ruin the whole thing!”
“Si...” Antonio agreed with a nod. He stepped back to observe Lovino as he cleaned. The Italian was dressed in casual clothes today, rather than the usual black suit. He wore a designer t-shirt, with a green jacket and faded jeans. He still managed to look very handsome to the Spaniard.
The spill cleaned up, Lovino turned to Antonio, “So why did you want me to stop by today?”
“Well, I was...” he never did come up with a solid reason, “I was... going to have you try the food!” He motioned towards the neglected pot of soup and Lovino looked less than impressed.
“If that's all it is, then no. I'm not going to touch your shitty soup.” Scowling, Lovino turned to leave the kitchen.
Now Antonio found himself a little irritated. Just because he feeling like a lovesick fool, didn't mean he'd give up what he wanted, and he wanted his Italian to stay! How dare he just walk out after Antonio had found the courage to invite him over! “No!” He reached out and grabbed Lovino's wrist.
“Let go, basta-” Lovino turned to glare at the Spaniard, but saw Antonio's determined face looking back at him. It was both mysterious and mesmerizing in comparison to his usual cheerful nature.
“I want you to stay.” Antonio said firmly. He was trying to stare Lovino down, but quickly his giddiness overtook him again and that bright smile appeared on his face once more, “I really need your help with this, Mr. Vargas! I can't do it on my own!”
Lovino's face reddened at the change in Antonio's demeanor. What was he trying to pull here?! He yanked his hand away. “Fine, I'll help you since you're so lost by yourself! But only on two conditions!”
“Yes, anything!” If it was possible, Antonio's smile appeared even brighter.
Lovino held up one finger. “First, stop calling me 'Mr. Vargas', I get enough of that at work. Lovino is fine.” Then the next finger, “Second, you have to answer to me. No questions. Got it?!”
“Si! Yes, whatever you say!” Antonio felt like he would jump through a fiery hoop if that's what Lovino wanted.
“Good, let's get started.”
The rest of the day was filled with Lovino directing Antonio around as they went over creating and perfecting the new menu items. They would offer samples to the various customers who walked in, and most of the food received good reviews from those who tried them. Lovino commanded Antonio about the kitchen continuing to refer to him as an “idiot” or some other insult when he messed up, but Antonio either didn't care or didn't notice. He was making food alongside his favorite Italian and his happiness was apparent from his continuous smile. Finally the day was coming to an end and it was almost time to close up shop. The both of them worked together to clean up the kitchen.
“I had so much fun working with you, Lovino!” Antonio practically sung his pleasure out, “I wish it was like this everyday!”
Lovino glanced at him, a bit surprised that Antonio wanted to continue with him after how much he had yelled at the Spaniard. Most other people, including his whiny little brother, would be happy to be rid of him. “It was nice, I guess.”
Antonio beamed at him, putting a clean pot away in the cupboard, “So, will you come work for me now that you know how much fun it is? You can be the head chef! All the customers love your food!”
Blushing hard, Lovino turned away, “I-I'm not sure.” He had enjoyed working there for a while, but...
“Well, I probably can't pay as well as your other job, but what does pay matter if you love what you do~?” Antonio walked over and hugged the Italian from behind.
“Chigi!” Lovino jumped at the touch and turned to face Antonio, his face a deep shade of red, “I don't know yet, that's all, dammit!!” In a flash he grabbed his jacket and fled the cafe.
Antonio blinked after him as he left without so much as a goodbye. But there was only one thing stuck on the Spaniard's mind as he though of Lovino's blushing face. “...he looked like a tomato.”
The coffee shop was closed on Sunday, so Antonio occupied himself with finalizing the new menu and making copies of it. He smiled to himself thinking about how much he enjoyed working with Lovino the other day. The Italian really was a talented cook and Antonio wanted nothing more than for him to come and cook for him. He imagined how stunning Lovino would look dressed as a chef, or maybe just wearing a cute apron. His imagination wandered more as he thought of Lovino cooking not in the coffee shop, but in his own home making a delicious Italian dinner. Antonio would set the table and Lovino would fill it with all sorts of delicious dishes, just thinking about it made his mouth water. They would enjoy the food then relax with a little wine, then maybe...
Antonio blushed at his own thoughts. It's like he was imagining being married to Lovino. That was a silly idea, wasn't it? But the thought made him extremely happy. Well, first he would have to get Lovino to work for him.
The next few days were disappointing. The Italian never showed up at Cafe Tomate Rojo despite his new menu items being added. The first day Antonio thought was a coincidence, maybe he was sick. The second day he was starting to worry, maybe Lovino was really sick... But the third day... that was too much! Something had to be wrong! His Italian had told him himself that he wouldn't go anywhere else to eat, so why wasn't he there?! At a complete loss, Antonio asked to meet his friends at Gilbert's bar for some advice.
“Tell Big Brother what happened~.” Francis put his arm around Antonio's shoulder as Gilbert came by with their drinks.
“Ah, well,” Antonio blushed a little, “There's someone I like...”
Gilbert laughed, taking a gulp of his beer, “Oh, it's a love issue! Antonio likes someone! We should mark it on the calendar!”
“Hush!” Francis swatted at their German friend, “Or I'll bring your pitiful relationships into the conversation.” He sighed and took a sip of his wine as Gilbert grumbled and quieted down, “Please continue, Antonio.”
“I like this person, but I'm not sure they like me,” he continued. “I found out they want to be a chef, so I invited them to work with me...” He absentmindedly pushed his fingers together, “And we did a bit, we redid the menu, but when I asked them to work for me again, they ran out and I haven't seen them since.” Antonio stared down at his drink.
Gilbert laughed again, “You probably scared them off! Did you offer them your 'churro'?”
Francis frowned, “Elizabe-”
“Okay, okay!” Gilbert huffed and quieted down again, occupying himself with his beer.
Francis gave Antonio a soft smile, “I think they're probably nervous. You're asking them to make a big change in their life by having them work for you. Perhaps you pushed too hard.”
“I didn't think I did...” Antonio frowned.
Gilbert smirked, “You don't think too much.”
“Do they know you like them?” Francis tilted his head curiously.
“N-no, I haven't told them that.” Antonio felt himself blush again.
Francis nodded. “If you really want to be with them, you're going to have to chase them down and find a way to win them over. Don't hide how you feel, but don't be pushy either. With this situation, I'd say let them know you'll wait for when they're ready.”
“Waiting sucks!” Gilbert scowled at his now empty mug.
“Yes,” Francis nodded, “it does, but it sounds more romantic when you say that to someone~!” Suddenly Gilbert had a notebook out to take notes.
Antonio smiled a bit at Francis' advice, “Muchas gracias. I will give that a try.” Finally he felt up to drinking his sherry. He would just have to find a way to confront Lovino.
Antonio shouldn't have, he knew he shouldn't, but he closed the coffee shop for the day. He had a plan. If Lovino wouldn't come to the shop to see him, he would go to see Lovino. Thankfully there was only one clothing designer studio in the neighborhood, so Antonio was 100% sure that it was the one Lovino worked at. At least he hoped it was. The design place was just a block and a half down the street. It was set in a large office building, the lobby of which was spotless, decorated with fine art by the elevator, a small waterfall, and a sour-looking lady tending the front desk.
“Can I help you?” She glared impatiently as Antonio looked around the lobby, marveling at the art.
“Ah, si,” he turned to her and walked up to the desk, noticing her name tag sitting on the desk’s edge, “Hola, Natalya, I'm looking for Mr. Vargas.”
“And what business do you have with him?” She frowned, “Do you have an appointment?”
“Que?” His plan hadn't accounted for this! He had to have an appointment?? Surely there had to be another way! He had to think fast. Ignoring the sound of the elevator opening behind him, he reached in his pocket and found a slip of paper, “Ah! This!” He pulled the paper out to show her, it was a copy of the new menu, “I wanted to offer catering...”
“We already have a caterer,” Natalya replied curtly.
“Ve, what's this?” A young man walked up beside Antonio, looking quite curious at the two of them. He looked remarkably like Lovino, but Antonio couldn't quite place why. “May I see your menu?” He asked with a smile.
“Si...” Antonio handed him the paper and watched to see how the young Italian would respond.
As he read over the menu, the Italian's smile brightened even more, “This looks good! This is just the kind of stuff my brother would like!” He looked up at Antonio, “I want you to cater for us tomorrow!”
“T-that's wonderful!” Antonio beamed happily with tears in his eyes. “It's nice to meet you, I'm Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. I run the Cafe Tomate Rojo!”
The Italian laughed softly in return, “It's a pleasure! I'm the head designer here. My name's Feliciano Vargas!”
Finally it clicked. This young Italian man was Lovino's little brother!
Feliciano asked Antonio to cater during a modeling session the next day, and he had decided to keep it a secret to surprise Lovino. Antonio figured that would give him the benefit of surprise. Catering was a bit out of his comfort zone, but the new menu gave him some good options, all he needed was to choose a couple special blends for the coffee and he decided to pick up a bottle of his favorite sherry as an extra. Maybe a bit of alcohol would at least calm his nerves. He closed the coffee shop for the afternoon and gathered up a few trays of sandwiches and desserts. This had to work.
There was a small room by the photo studio room where everyone would meet for refreshments. A small fridge kept the food cool and fresh and he set up the coffee to brew. Antonio tried to keep focused, but all he could think of was that Lovino was there in that very building. What would he say when they saw each other? He tried to play it out in his head over and over, but somehow dipping his Italian into a kiss seemed a bit over the top and he wasn't sure if he had the nerves to pull it off. He gave up trying to imagine it after that and instead just waited till it was time to set out the refreshments.
He got them set out just in time, along with the coffee brewed to perfection, for a crowd of people to stream in, chattering among themselves about Feliciano's new clothing designs. Antonio backed away from the table of refreshments and tried to peer over the crowd to see his Italian, but he heard him before he saw him.
“Fratello, look here~!” It was Feliciano's voice. “You should really like these!” The young Italian pushed his way through the crowd, pulling his brother with him.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Lovino huffed as he was dragged along, “They're just fucking sandwiches!”
Antonio frowned at Lovino's reaction to the food, but he kept back to observe for a bit longer.
“Just try one!” Feliciano whined. “You'll like it!”
“Fine, if you'll fucking shut up, I'll try one!” Lovino picked up a sandwich and took a bite. Slowly he started to realize that the food seemed familiar. “Extra tomatoes...” He blinked and searched the room.
Their eyes met.
Antonio smiled nervously, “Hola! It's good to see you.” Lovino stared back at him blankly, “I was asked to cater, so... I made sure to bring your favorite!”
Feliciano glanced between Lovino and Antonio, “Oh! Do you two know each other already?”
“Kind of,” Lovino grumbled, then gave Antonio a glare, “You. Out in the hall. I need to talk to you.” Without waiting for a response, Lovino hurried out of the room, and Antonio quickly followed behind him. The Italian turned to confront him once they were out of hearing range of the other room, “What are you doing here?! It can't be just because you want to fucking cater food! Are you trying to ask me to cook for you again!”
Antonio had a hard time not thinking about how much Lovino's angry face was starting to look like a tomato. “Ah, no, I wasn't going to ask that.”
Lovino frowned and folded his arms over his chest, continuing to glare at Antonio.
“Actually, well...” This time it was Antonio who was blushing. “I got really worried when you didn't show up at the coffee shop the last few days. Whenever I see you, it makes me really happy.” He smiled softly, “I like you Lovino. A lot. That's why I want you to be with me.”
Lovino stared at him silently, his glare fading and a deep red, definitely tomato-colored blush swept over his face spreading from ear to ear.
Antonio, of course, had absolutely no clue how to interpret Lovino's reaction. Instead he tried to remember what Francis had suggested. “W-well, I mean, I don't even know if you like me or if I'm just making a fool of myself,” he laughed nervously, “but I just had to see you again. And I wanted to let you know that I'll wait for you in case you ever decide to come back.” He smiled softly after having said his piece, and turned to head back to the room.
“W-wait!” Lovino called out, startling the Spaniard. He pushed past the taller man and opened the door to the room, “Feliciano!!” He yelled over the chattering crowd, causing everyone to quiet down and look at him.
“Ve? What is it, Fratello?” The younger brother looked confused.
“I quit!!”
“I don't understand...,” Antonio looked perplexed as he and Lovino carried the catering supplies back into the cafe, “why did you quit like that?” He had kept quiet on the way back, but he really hadn't expected Lovino to do that, at least not so soon. He was happy to have his Italian with him, but he was worried too. What if he made a rash decision and suddenly decided to go back to work with his brother? Where would that leave them?
Lovino grunted as he set his load down on a table in the kitchen, “I had been thinking about it for a while. That's why I hadn't stopped by.” He frowned at Antonio who was dumping some dishes in the sink to be washed, “I wanted to decide without feeling pressured.”
“Oh...” Antonio felt a bit foolish. Maybe Lovino would have come back on his own. “I'm really glad that you chose to come back.”
There was an awkward silence between them as the two men shifted through the dishes to start cleaning them.
“When you said you liked me...,” Lovino broke the silence, but kept focused on cleaning, “just what did you mean?”
“I meant I like you, Lovino!” Antonio replied without really understanding the depth of the question.
“That's not what I mean, dammit!” The Italian snapped back. “How much do you like me?”
“Oh.” That Antonio could understand. He blushed, “A lot... I would date you if I could!”
Lovino put down the dish he was cleaning and turned to face the Spaniard, staring him down. “And who said you can't?”
Blinking, Antonio set aside a platter to dry, “Que? What do you mean?”
The Italian blushed, but tried to explain, “The sandwich with the tomatoes... It wasn't...,” he glanced away towards the wall, “it wasn't the only reason why I came here. I wanted to see you too.”
“C-cuuute!” Antonio smiled brightly, “I had no idea that you liked me too!!”
“Shut up, you're too damn loud!” Lovino hissed.
“I can't help it!” The Spaniard beamed and pulled the smaller man into a tight embrace, “I'm so happy! You've made me so happy, Lovino! Let's go out on a date right now just to celebrate!!”
Lovino squirmed in Antonio's arms before giving in and just going along with it, “...wait, right now?!”
“Why not now?” Antonio let him go, but continued to smile at him.
Lovino shuffled his feet, the deep red blush returning to his face, “I guess that's okay.”
Antonio felt like he could just burst from joy. He finally had his Italian all to himself, and his Italian liked him too! They would work together and build a relationship together. He knew without a doubt that he was already falling in love with Lovino, and for once he could tell that Lovino was feeling just the same. He decided the rest of the cleaning could wait for the morning, and took the blushing Italian's hand to lead him to the door, admiring his handsome face. “You look like a tomato, Lovino! Un tomate rojo!”
“S-shut up!” Lovino snipped back at him in embarrassment, but this time it was with a smile.
Author: jammerlea
Recipient: geritafanfreak
Word Count: 5731
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Spain/Romano, France, Prussia, Italy, (small Belarus cameo)
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Just Romano's mouth
Summary: Antonio runs a little cafe. One of the regular customers is a handsome Italian man, and he's crushing on him hard. What will happen once he's finally able to talk to his favorite customer?
Note to Recipient: I had fun with this and it's turned out to be my longest Hetalia fic thus far. It took an unexpected twist in a way, so I hope that's okay.
The Cafe Tomate Rojo was quiet in the afternoon. The lunch rush was over, leaving only a couple customers chatting with each other as Antonio tended to cleaning the tables and washing the dishes. The smell of the coffee beans was deep and inviting; the soft wooden decor of the building was warm and relaxing. Images of tomatoes accented the dining room, advertising the shop's signature tomato sandwich lunch special.
It was a small coffee shop and it never filled up entirely, but it was his coffee shop and Antonio took pride in his business and joy in the satisfaction of the customers who stopped in. He loved the customers the most. Each one was unique and had their own story to tell. Antonio loved to chat with them about their day and he was familiar with many of the regulars on a first name basis. For those who wouldn't open with him, he would make up his own stories for them.
Most of his customers were businessmen and women who came by during their lunch break for a quick sandwich and coffee. These were his regulars. Recently though, there had been a new man coming in. A sharply dressed young man, with a pair of sunglasses clipped to his front pocket. He had parted hair that had a wild strand, he wasn't sure if it was styled that way or an accident, but it completed a very handsome look nonetheless. Unfortunately, the man always always came in when the shop was at its busiest, so Antonio never really got a chance to talk to him aside from taking his order. He sounded obviously Italian. Their exchanges were short, as the Italian always seemed a little grumpy and pouty, but somehow it struck Antonio as endearing. The more he noticed him come in, the more Antonio wanted to talk to him, but the opportunity never came up, or just when he thought he'd get a chance, some other customer would flag Antonio aside, and by the time he was done with them, the Italian would be gone.
This happened so many times that seeing the Italian was becoming rather an obsession for Antonio. Anytime he heard the bell on the door ring when a customer came in, he'd look up in hopes that it was the mysterious Italian. And when it was the Italian, he could feel his heart start to race, his smile would widen, and his cheeks would heat up ever so lightly. His cheerfulness up 110%, Antonio would give the man the friendliest service he could. He'd serve him the freshest coffee and even add an extra tomato to his sandwich. Maybe, just maybe he could get that adorable pout to smile. Whether he meant it to or not, Antonio's obsession had turned into a rather large, undeniable crush. Not that he really understood that yet.
Today though the lunch rush was over and there was no sign of his secret favorite customer. Antonio sighed sadly, praying that his new regular hadn't defected to the French cafe of his friendly rival Francis, or to the bar of his other friend Gilbert. Francis' cafe was far fancier than his own, and Gilbert's bar was where everyone went to unwind. Both spots were more popular than his own little coffee shop. If they stole his Italian from him, he didn't know what he would do! Ah, but he was just worrying, right? He chuckled nervously to himself as the last two lunch customers left. Carefully he cleared off their table and gathered up the dishes to wash. It would be another couple hours before anymore real traffic came in once people were off of work.
Unexpectedly the bell jingled as the front door opened.
"Bienvenido!" Antonio turned to the door with a warm smile. Instantly it turned to a look of surprise, then to a look of glee. Before him was the Italian. "H-hola!! I'll be right with you!" Quick as he could, Antonio dumped the dishes into the sink then hurried to the counter to assist him.
The Italian trudged up to the counter. He looked a bit wearier than normal, a sign that it was already a long day at work. Looking up to take a quick glance at the menu boards, he then turned to Antonio to place his order, "I'll have-"
"Your usual~?" Antonio beamed at him. He barely took note of the Italian's wary glance at him. "An Italian espresso with the Tomato Sandwich special!"
"How did you...?"
"I've seen you in here often so I remembered!" Antonio rocked back on his heels, proud of his memory. He had been very attentive.
"That, yes." The Italian paid, then took a seat within the quiet dining area.
Finally! Finally Antonio had the Italian to himself! He quickly tended to the order, making fresh espresso and as usual adding the extra slice of tomato to the sandwich. Now he could finally find out more about the man he couldn't get out of his head. Quickly he brought the order over to the table. "Here you go!"
The Italian took his meal with a nod and mumbled in return, "Grazie."
Antonio stood there, smiling, this was his chance! But he froze. His excitement turned to nervousness as all the conversation starters he usually used suddenly escaped him. He couldn't think at all! All he could do was stand there, grinning like an idiot, feeling his heart pound inside his chest.
Looking up from his meal, the Italian noticed Antonio's awkward stance, "Is something wrong?"
"What's your name??" he blurted in reply, not an answer, but a question that had been on his mind for a very long time.
The Italian regarded him for a while, then deciding the question was harmless enough, answered. "Lovino. I'm Lovino Vargas."
Lovino. It wasn't a normal name, but Antonio liked the sound of it a lot. "I'm Antonio Fernandez Carriedo! I run this coffee shop!"
"I figured that," Lovino frowned a bit at the obvious statement, wondering what this cafe owner's deals was.
"I wasn't sure that I'd see you today!" Antonio rambled on, "Since I usually see you come in during the lunch rush. Ah, I'm so glad you came!"
Lovino nodded slowly, not taking his eyes off excited man, wondering exactly why Antonio was so glad he came. "Si... I got caught up in a project at work so I had to take a late lunch."
"That's great!" he gave a sigh of relief. "I was worried you might've ended up at one of the other places down the street." Lovino pouted a bit at that. Antonio could maybe guess that perhaps Lovino was hoping for a different answer, but he was too excited to take notice. "I mean, those guys are my friends, but we still have to compete, you know?" He noticed Lovino was seemingly trying to ignore him and eat his sandwich, but surely he wouldn't really be ignoring him. "They've stolen a lot of business from me before, but they just play it off like it's nothing. It's hard to make a living like tha-"
"Will you shut up?" Lovino scowled at him, then turned back towards his sandwich, seeming a bit flustered, "I'm not going to go anywhere else... B-because my favorite sandwich is here."
It was a bit startling at first, he wasn't used to being yelled at. But Lovino said he would stay at this coffee shop, so that had to be a good thing! Marveling at him, Antonio pulled up another chair and straddled it backwards so he could rest on the back of it as they chatted. “So, Mr. Vargas, what sort of work do you do?”
Lovino seemed to calm down a little and sipped his drink before replying, “I work with a clothing designer located down the next block.”
The clothing design business! That would explain why he was always dressed so sharply. Antonio let his imagination get away from him for a bit, “Issat so~? That sounds really impressive!! I bet you're a model!”
The Italian blushed at the suggestion, seeming to take it as a compliment, “N-no, I'm just an assistant. My little brother is the designer, so I help him. He's too stupid to handle the business side of the job.”
“Wow, you're really kind to help out your brother like that!”
Lovino blushed deeper at the new compliment, but Antonio didn't really take notice. No one ever called Lovino 'kind'. “N-no. I kind of hate the job.”
“Oh.” Antonio studied Lovino for a bit as he worked on finishing off his sandwich, then asked, “What kind of job would you like then?”
Cleaning his face with his napkin, Lovino paused before replying. “I want... to be a chef.”
Cooking! His Italian liked cooking! Antonio couldn't believe it, they shared a similar passion! He blurted without thinking, “Why don't you work here with me then!”
Lovino stared at him in disbelief. The corners of his mouth started to twitch and Antonio was almost sure he'd see him smile, but the Italian stood up and pushed his chair in. “Scusa. I have to get back to work.”
The next couple days Antonio saw Lovino come in with the lunch rush as usual, limiting their exchanges, however, the Italian didn't seem quite as grumpy as usual. Antonio longed to talk to him again like they had the other day, but there was just too much to do. Still, whenever he saw Lovino he would inwardly swoon, just happy to be graced by the precense of his Italian. Antonio was so enthralled when Lovino was there, that he had been known a time or two to overfill a coffee cup, ending in him scrambling to mop up the mess while the regulars wondered what was wrong with the Spaniard. Whenever he and Lovino met eyes, the Italian would quickly look away in what appeared to be embarrassment, and what Antonio would find adorable.
Friday was finally here and this time Lovino had stumbled in after much of the lunch crowd had gone. A new chance to talk, Antonio could hardly contain his excitement as he brought the food over. He stuck close to the table as Lovino sipped his espresso. “So...” he grinned earnestly, “have you considered my offer?”
Lovino spat the espresso back into his cup in surprise, “Eh? You were serious?!”
“Kind of...” Antonio replied sheepishly, blushing slightly. “See, there's just me here, so I'm not able to add a lot to the menu. I'm worried customers might start to get bored of my tomato sandwich special.”
“T-that one's my favorite.” Lovino stared down at the sandwich on the table, “I love tomatoes and this sandwich has a lot of them on it.”
“Oh, that's because I always put an extra slice on yours!” Antonio grinned proudly at him.
Lovino stared at him, his mouth agape and a deep blush starting to tint his cheeks. He was speechless.
Antonio didn't notice, “That's what I would like! Tomatoes are my favorite too! I would never get tired of them! Ah, but some people don't like tomatoes at all.” He frowned as if disappointed, “I don't really have much for those people.”
“Y-you...” Lovino stuttered, still flustered over learning about his special sandwich, “You should have another simple sandwich, like a ham and cheese sort of thing, or maybe a soup, which can be prepared in advance and is faster to serve.” He continued on, and before either of them really realized it, they were both leaning over the table, going over the menu. Antonio jotted down notes as they collaborated on new ideas and dishes for the cafe to offer. There were a handful of quick and delicious sandwiches to add on, a soup of the day special, a few new ideas for special blend coffees, and even a couple simple but sweet desserts.
Time slipped by them.
Then a phone rang. Fumbling a bit, Lovino quickly pulled his cellphone from his pocket. “Pronto.” A muffled, frantic voice could be heard on the other end. “Eh...?” Lovino took a moment to glance at his watch and his eyes widened. “Cazzo! Arrivo subito!” He quickly hung up his phone and stuffed it back in his pocket, “Dammit, I have to get back to the office, I'm late!” He stood up and made a quick dash for the door.
“W-wait!” Antonio called after him, and was pleased that the Italian took a moment to stop and listen, “This... this weekend... If you can, I'd like it if you could stop by again.”
“We'll see...,” was the reply, and Lovino disappeared out the door.
He might actually come by on the weekend! Antonio's face heated up, hopeful that it would come to pass. Now he just needed to come up with a reason why he wanted Lovino to visit on the weekend. Embarrassed with himself, he quickly distracted himself with cleaning the cafe.
Saturday was slow and Antonio spent most of the time practicing making some of the foods that he and Lovino had discussed. He thought back on the previous day and how involved the two of them had been going over the menu; how well they seemed to work together; how close they had been. Antonio closed his eyes as he stirred a pot of warming soup. His Italian was such a handsome man, especially when he was focused on something. Sure he was cute enough when he was pouting after spending time at work, but this other side of him that Antonio had discovered was quite attractive as well.
“I wonder if he likes men?”
Antonio blinked at his own question. He had never thought of that before. Actually, he had never really come to terms with just how much he liked Lovino. It was more than just the regular like as he felt with his friends. He had fun with his friends, but Lovino could make him breathless just by being in the same room, and it felt really good. Was it one of those things that he'd overhear the young businesswomen talking about? That 'crush' thing when they liked one of their coworkers but were too shy or embarrassed to admit it to them? “You should just tell them,” is what he always said to them as encouragement, “you might just get a nice surprise!” It was so easy for him to say that to them, but now that he knew just how they felt, he could sort of understand why they had a hard time admitting it.
What if those feelings were turned down? Wouldn't it be best to continue with things as they were rather than risk losing the relationship they do have? He was starting to feel really hot...
“¡Ay, dios mio!” The soup was boiling over! Quickly he turned off the heat and hurried to clean up the mess he had just made. How did he get so distrac-
“Is everything okay?”
The voice from over the counter made Antonio freeze, and slowly he turned towards it, “S-señor Vargas!”
“What have you done? Are you trying to kill the soup?!” As if he owned the place, Lovino made his way past the counter to help clean up in the kitchen. “What were you doing?”
Antonio flushed red with embarrassment, “I was trying to practice making this soup, but, um, my mind wandered for a bit.”
“Idiot.”Lovino flicked a finger against Antonio's forehead, “You have to pay careful attention when you make food! One little mistake can ruin the whole thing!”
“Si...” Antonio agreed with a nod. He stepped back to observe Lovino as he cleaned. The Italian was dressed in casual clothes today, rather than the usual black suit. He wore a designer t-shirt, with a green jacket and faded jeans. He still managed to look very handsome to the Spaniard.
The spill cleaned up, Lovino turned to Antonio, “So why did you want me to stop by today?”
“Well, I was...” he never did come up with a solid reason, “I was... going to have you try the food!” He motioned towards the neglected pot of soup and Lovino looked less than impressed.
“If that's all it is, then no. I'm not going to touch your shitty soup.” Scowling, Lovino turned to leave the kitchen.
Now Antonio found himself a little irritated. Just because he feeling like a lovesick fool, didn't mean he'd give up what he wanted, and he wanted his Italian to stay! How dare he just walk out after Antonio had found the courage to invite him over! “No!” He reached out and grabbed Lovino's wrist.
“Let go, basta-” Lovino turned to glare at the Spaniard, but saw Antonio's determined face looking back at him. It was both mysterious and mesmerizing in comparison to his usual cheerful nature.
“I want you to stay.” Antonio said firmly. He was trying to stare Lovino down, but quickly his giddiness overtook him again and that bright smile appeared on his face once more, “I really need your help with this, Mr. Vargas! I can't do it on my own!”
Lovino's face reddened at the change in Antonio's demeanor. What was he trying to pull here?! He yanked his hand away. “Fine, I'll help you since you're so lost by yourself! But only on two conditions!”
“Yes, anything!” If it was possible, Antonio's smile appeared even brighter.
Lovino held up one finger. “First, stop calling me 'Mr. Vargas', I get enough of that at work. Lovino is fine.” Then the next finger, “Second, you have to answer to me. No questions. Got it?!”
“Si! Yes, whatever you say!” Antonio felt like he would jump through a fiery hoop if that's what Lovino wanted.
“Good, let's get started.”
The rest of the day was filled with Lovino directing Antonio around as they went over creating and perfecting the new menu items. They would offer samples to the various customers who walked in, and most of the food received good reviews from those who tried them. Lovino commanded Antonio about the kitchen continuing to refer to him as an “idiot” or some other insult when he messed up, but Antonio either didn't care or didn't notice. He was making food alongside his favorite Italian and his happiness was apparent from his continuous smile. Finally the day was coming to an end and it was almost time to close up shop. The both of them worked together to clean up the kitchen.
“I had so much fun working with you, Lovino!” Antonio practically sung his pleasure out, “I wish it was like this everyday!”
Lovino glanced at him, a bit surprised that Antonio wanted to continue with him after how much he had yelled at the Spaniard. Most other people, including his whiny little brother, would be happy to be rid of him. “It was nice, I guess.”
Antonio beamed at him, putting a clean pot away in the cupboard, “So, will you come work for me now that you know how much fun it is? You can be the head chef! All the customers love your food!”
Blushing hard, Lovino turned away, “I-I'm not sure.” He had enjoyed working there for a while, but...
“Well, I probably can't pay as well as your other job, but what does pay matter if you love what you do~?” Antonio walked over and hugged the Italian from behind.
“Chigi!” Lovino jumped at the touch and turned to face Antonio, his face a deep shade of red, “I don't know yet, that's all, dammit!!” In a flash he grabbed his jacket and fled the cafe.
Antonio blinked after him as he left without so much as a goodbye. But there was only one thing stuck on the Spaniard's mind as he though of Lovino's blushing face. “...he looked like a tomato.”
The coffee shop was closed on Sunday, so Antonio occupied himself with finalizing the new menu and making copies of it. He smiled to himself thinking about how much he enjoyed working with Lovino the other day. The Italian really was a talented cook and Antonio wanted nothing more than for him to come and cook for him. He imagined how stunning Lovino would look dressed as a chef, or maybe just wearing a cute apron. His imagination wandered more as he thought of Lovino cooking not in the coffee shop, but in his own home making a delicious Italian dinner. Antonio would set the table and Lovino would fill it with all sorts of delicious dishes, just thinking about it made his mouth water. They would enjoy the food then relax with a little wine, then maybe...
Antonio blushed at his own thoughts. It's like he was imagining being married to Lovino. That was a silly idea, wasn't it? But the thought made him extremely happy. Well, first he would have to get Lovino to work for him.
The next few days were disappointing. The Italian never showed up at Cafe Tomate Rojo despite his new menu items being added. The first day Antonio thought was a coincidence, maybe he was sick. The second day he was starting to worry, maybe Lovino was really sick... But the third day... that was too much! Something had to be wrong! His Italian had told him himself that he wouldn't go anywhere else to eat, so why wasn't he there?! At a complete loss, Antonio asked to meet his friends at Gilbert's bar for some advice.
“Tell Big Brother what happened~.” Francis put his arm around Antonio's shoulder as Gilbert came by with their drinks.
“Ah, well,” Antonio blushed a little, “There's someone I like...”
Gilbert laughed, taking a gulp of his beer, “Oh, it's a love issue! Antonio likes someone! We should mark it on the calendar!”
“Hush!” Francis swatted at their German friend, “Or I'll bring your pitiful relationships into the conversation.” He sighed and took a sip of his wine as Gilbert grumbled and quieted down, “Please continue, Antonio.”
“I like this person, but I'm not sure they like me,” he continued. “I found out they want to be a chef, so I invited them to work with me...” He absentmindedly pushed his fingers together, “And we did a bit, we redid the menu, but when I asked them to work for me again, they ran out and I haven't seen them since.” Antonio stared down at his drink.
Gilbert laughed again, “You probably scared them off! Did you offer them your 'churro'?”
Francis frowned, “Elizabe-”
“Okay, okay!” Gilbert huffed and quieted down again, occupying himself with his beer.
Francis gave Antonio a soft smile, “I think they're probably nervous. You're asking them to make a big change in their life by having them work for you. Perhaps you pushed too hard.”
“I didn't think I did...” Antonio frowned.
Gilbert smirked, “You don't think too much.”
“Do they know you like them?” Francis tilted his head curiously.
“N-no, I haven't told them that.” Antonio felt himself blush again.
Francis nodded. “If you really want to be with them, you're going to have to chase them down and find a way to win them over. Don't hide how you feel, but don't be pushy either. With this situation, I'd say let them know you'll wait for when they're ready.”
“Waiting sucks!” Gilbert scowled at his now empty mug.
“Yes,” Francis nodded, “it does, but it sounds more romantic when you say that to someone~!” Suddenly Gilbert had a notebook out to take notes.
Antonio smiled a bit at Francis' advice, “Muchas gracias. I will give that a try.” Finally he felt up to drinking his sherry. He would just have to find a way to confront Lovino.
Antonio shouldn't have, he knew he shouldn't, but he closed the coffee shop for the day. He had a plan. If Lovino wouldn't come to the shop to see him, he would go to see Lovino. Thankfully there was only one clothing designer studio in the neighborhood, so Antonio was 100% sure that it was the one Lovino worked at. At least he hoped it was. The design place was just a block and a half down the street. It was set in a large office building, the lobby of which was spotless, decorated with fine art by the elevator, a small waterfall, and a sour-looking lady tending the front desk.
“Can I help you?” She glared impatiently as Antonio looked around the lobby, marveling at the art.
“Ah, si,” he turned to her and walked up to the desk, noticing her name tag sitting on the desk’s edge, “Hola, Natalya, I'm looking for Mr. Vargas.”
“And what business do you have with him?” She frowned, “Do you have an appointment?”
“Que?” His plan hadn't accounted for this! He had to have an appointment?? Surely there had to be another way! He had to think fast. Ignoring the sound of the elevator opening behind him, he reached in his pocket and found a slip of paper, “Ah! This!” He pulled the paper out to show her, it was a copy of the new menu, “I wanted to offer catering...”
“We already have a caterer,” Natalya replied curtly.
“Ve, what's this?” A young man walked up beside Antonio, looking quite curious at the two of them. He looked remarkably like Lovino, but Antonio couldn't quite place why. “May I see your menu?” He asked with a smile.
“Si...” Antonio handed him the paper and watched to see how the young Italian would respond.
As he read over the menu, the Italian's smile brightened even more, “This looks good! This is just the kind of stuff my brother would like!” He looked up at Antonio, “I want you to cater for us tomorrow!”
“T-that's wonderful!” Antonio beamed happily with tears in his eyes. “It's nice to meet you, I'm Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. I run the Cafe Tomate Rojo!”
The Italian laughed softly in return, “It's a pleasure! I'm the head designer here. My name's Feliciano Vargas!”
Finally it clicked. This young Italian man was Lovino's little brother!
Feliciano asked Antonio to cater during a modeling session the next day, and he had decided to keep it a secret to surprise Lovino. Antonio figured that would give him the benefit of surprise. Catering was a bit out of his comfort zone, but the new menu gave him some good options, all he needed was to choose a couple special blends for the coffee and he decided to pick up a bottle of his favorite sherry as an extra. Maybe a bit of alcohol would at least calm his nerves. He closed the coffee shop for the afternoon and gathered up a few trays of sandwiches and desserts. This had to work.
There was a small room by the photo studio room where everyone would meet for refreshments. A small fridge kept the food cool and fresh and he set up the coffee to brew. Antonio tried to keep focused, but all he could think of was that Lovino was there in that very building. What would he say when they saw each other? He tried to play it out in his head over and over, but somehow dipping his Italian into a kiss seemed a bit over the top and he wasn't sure if he had the nerves to pull it off. He gave up trying to imagine it after that and instead just waited till it was time to set out the refreshments.
He got them set out just in time, along with the coffee brewed to perfection, for a crowd of people to stream in, chattering among themselves about Feliciano's new clothing designs. Antonio backed away from the table of refreshments and tried to peer over the crowd to see his Italian, but he heard him before he saw him.
“Fratello, look here~!” It was Feliciano's voice. “You should really like these!” The young Italian pushed his way through the crowd, pulling his brother with him.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Lovino huffed as he was dragged along, “They're just fucking sandwiches!”
Antonio frowned at Lovino's reaction to the food, but he kept back to observe for a bit longer.
“Just try one!” Feliciano whined. “You'll like it!”
“Fine, if you'll fucking shut up, I'll try one!” Lovino picked up a sandwich and took a bite. Slowly he started to realize that the food seemed familiar. “Extra tomatoes...” He blinked and searched the room.
Their eyes met.
Antonio smiled nervously, “Hola! It's good to see you.” Lovino stared back at him blankly, “I was asked to cater, so... I made sure to bring your favorite!”
Feliciano glanced between Lovino and Antonio, “Oh! Do you two know each other already?”
“Kind of,” Lovino grumbled, then gave Antonio a glare, “You. Out in the hall. I need to talk to you.” Without waiting for a response, Lovino hurried out of the room, and Antonio quickly followed behind him. The Italian turned to confront him once they were out of hearing range of the other room, “What are you doing here?! It can't be just because you want to fucking cater food! Are you trying to ask me to cook for you again!”
Antonio had a hard time not thinking about how much Lovino's angry face was starting to look like a tomato. “Ah, no, I wasn't going to ask that.”
Lovino frowned and folded his arms over his chest, continuing to glare at Antonio.
“Actually, well...” This time it was Antonio who was blushing. “I got really worried when you didn't show up at the coffee shop the last few days. Whenever I see you, it makes me really happy.” He smiled softly, “I like you Lovino. A lot. That's why I want you to be with me.”
Lovino stared at him silently, his glare fading and a deep red, definitely tomato-colored blush swept over his face spreading from ear to ear.
Antonio, of course, had absolutely no clue how to interpret Lovino's reaction. Instead he tried to remember what Francis had suggested. “W-well, I mean, I don't even know if you like me or if I'm just making a fool of myself,” he laughed nervously, “but I just had to see you again. And I wanted to let you know that I'll wait for you in case you ever decide to come back.” He smiled softly after having said his piece, and turned to head back to the room.
“W-wait!” Lovino called out, startling the Spaniard. He pushed past the taller man and opened the door to the room, “Feliciano!!” He yelled over the chattering crowd, causing everyone to quiet down and look at him.
“Ve? What is it, Fratello?” The younger brother looked confused.
“I quit!!”
“I don't understand...,” Antonio looked perplexed as he and Lovino carried the catering supplies back into the cafe, “why did you quit like that?” He had kept quiet on the way back, but he really hadn't expected Lovino to do that, at least not so soon. He was happy to have his Italian with him, but he was worried too. What if he made a rash decision and suddenly decided to go back to work with his brother? Where would that leave them?
Lovino grunted as he set his load down on a table in the kitchen, “I had been thinking about it for a while. That's why I hadn't stopped by.” He frowned at Antonio who was dumping some dishes in the sink to be washed, “I wanted to decide without feeling pressured.”
“Oh...” Antonio felt a bit foolish. Maybe Lovino would have come back on his own. “I'm really glad that you chose to come back.”
There was an awkward silence between them as the two men shifted through the dishes to start cleaning them.
“When you said you liked me...,” Lovino broke the silence, but kept focused on cleaning, “just what did you mean?”
“I meant I like you, Lovino!” Antonio replied without really understanding the depth of the question.
“That's not what I mean, dammit!” The Italian snapped back. “How much do you like me?”
“Oh.” That Antonio could understand. He blushed, “A lot... I would date you if I could!”
Lovino put down the dish he was cleaning and turned to face the Spaniard, staring him down. “And who said you can't?”
Blinking, Antonio set aside a platter to dry, “Que? What do you mean?”
The Italian blushed, but tried to explain, “The sandwich with the tomatoes... It wasn't...,” he glanced away towards the wall, “it wasn't the only reason why I came here. I wanted to see you too.”
“C-cuuute!” Antonio smiled brightly, “I had no idea that you liked me too!!”
“Shut up, you're too damn loud!” Lovino hissed.
“I can't help it!” The Spaniard beamed and pulled the smaller man into a tight embrace, “I'm so happy! You've made me so happy, Lovino! Let's go out on a date right now just to celebrate!!”
Lovino squirmed in Antonio's arms before giving in and just going along with it, “...wait, right now?!”
“Why not now?” Antonio let him go, but continued to smile at him.
Lovino shuffled his feet, the deep red blush returning to his face, “I guess that's okay.”
Antonio felt like he could just burst from joy. He finally had his Italian all to himself, and his Italian liked him too! They would work together and build a relationship together. He knew without a doubt that he was already falling in love with Lovino, and for once he could tell that Lovino was feeling just the same. He decided the rest of the cleaning could wait for the morning, and took the blushing Italian's hand to lead him to the door, admiring his handsome face. “You look like a tomato, Lovino! Un tomate rojo!”
“S-shut up!” Lovino snipped back at him in embarrassment, but this time it was with a smile.