Romano gawked as his expression was one of horror and embarrassment. Wait, why was he embarrassed? Great timing douchbag. He was absolutely despicable.
Antonio carried a large bag slung over his shoulder and beared that signature moronic grin. Something amazing was emanating from his bag that Romano could smell.
" Hola, Señorita Elizabeta. Where is Señora Pagado? I don't think we'll be able to eat this all by ourselves," then Antonio noticed the person standing beside the Hungarian, giving him the evil eye. Antonio bit his lip, and scratched the base of his hair line and neck. Romano did not look too pleased to see him. Elizabeta either ignored the strange energy between the two, or just didn't notice it because she went right away with greeting Antonio and chatting.
"Hello Signor Fernández, so nice of you to stop by. Unfortunatley, your journey may have been in vain. Signorina Pagado is out for her break. Should I take the dish and leave it here for when she gets back?"
"Uh, no I mean..." he started to stare off sideways, then suddenly Antonio locked eyes with Romano. It was like Romano's face had helped him generate an idea. His eyes returned to Elizabeta. "But you know, I think these would taste the best if they were eaten fresh, considering I just made them now. I was hoping to share with you my greatest snack. The three of us could, if that's okay with you?" His eyes looked into hers, searching for signs of acceptance.
Elizabeta embraced the idea with a bubbly, "Sure! We'd love to, wouldn't we Romano?" Elizabeta turned to Romano and smiled, he had to force a smile back. Painfully.
Food. Food sounded so good right now. His face was fixed on the item in Antonio's hands.The sweet aroma of Spanish dish made the inside of his mouth water. Why not just let himself enjoy this blessing in disguise?
The answer was simply obvious.
Antonio made it.
No way in hell would Romano ever, EVER eat a smidge of that bastard's food. It didn't matter if he licked his fingers after mixing the bowl, or if he was a pro. Anything, anything he prepared was the devil's incarnate. How could he be so sure? Don't ask, just keep watching.
Antonio came forward with his lovely homemade abomination in tow. Surprisingly enough, he did not go to Elizabeta. He went straight to Romano.
"Romano, I never knew your real name was Lovino," he made a very unpleasant smile that was sickening, and yet, Romano felt his stomach do a flip. Wait a minute, isn't this one of those symptoms?
"Che, does it matter? You would just go wearing it out anyways. I don't care for it," Romano squinted into Antonio's face staring up at him with icy olive spheres and hostility beneath the glass.
Antonio tilted his head, and a "Queee?" Escaped his lips. "Lovino is fun to say and pleasant to the ear. Romano makes me think of the cheese. Have you ever thought of just shortening it to "Lovi? Lovi sounds like the English word for-"
Romano swifty cut in; "Lovi is a girl's name, are you an idiot? Do I look like a female to you?" The elder Vargas scoffed. He placed his hands firmly on his hips and squared his shoulders, but it looked more from Antonio's position that he was pouting. It was quite adorable.
"Lovi, you treat me so coldly. Ay! Que frio," Antonio went "Brrr" and rubbed his arms, pretending to shiver.
"I am not Lovi, chigii!"
You could practically see the imaginary puffs of steam above Romano's head, Antonio smiled amusedly with the familiar flora-aura circling his incessant grin and closed lids. His euphoria was impenetrable. And the way Romano was getting so flustered over nothing was just quaint.
At last, Elizabeta could not hold it in. She had been watching the quarrel the whole time with a hand to cover her mouth. Her giggling was cute and breathy, and Antonio and Romano were at a stalemate as Elizabeth's bubbling noises knocked them back to their senses. Romano felt a blush creep up the back of his neck and embarrassment redden his ears. Antonio widened his emeralds in befuddlement. She continued to laugh at the skit even though she was being gawked at.
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I'll Never Call You Maestro
Fanfiction"Roma then," Romano was surprised at the sudden tanned hand ruffling his hair. "Can I call you Roma?" The cranky Italian felt like someone had pointed a universal remote at him with their finger pressed on the pause button. He wanted to smack that h...
