GerIta: Royal to Loyal

Bonus Spamano Chapter

(This is a bonus Spamano chapter so please skip this chapter if you don't ship Spamano!)

Lovino sat at his table after he cooled down from yelling at his younger twin borther. He gritted his teeth at the newspaper he was reading.

'Breaking news! German Prince Kicked out of Castle!
This just in, Ludwig Bielschmidt has been banned from the Bielschmidt castle! He has been seen around Italy with a young man....'

"Bullshit!" He screamed and threw the newspaper into the trash.

"Lovi! What's wrong?" Antonio asked, clibing through the window.

"Stupid German bastard is in Ita- HEY! YOU BASTARD HOW DID YOU GET INTO MY HOUSE?!"

"I crawled through the window, silly!" The Spainiard smiled. (Dork :3)

"Yeah, well, listen. I know you're-a a stupido tomato bastard, but there's a stupido potato bastard in town and-a well, potato bastards are worse than tomato bastards..."

Antonio gasped, "Mi Lovi! Are you asking if you can stay with me?"

"Yeah, I-a guess. Just don't let it get to your head, jackass." Lovino crossed his arms as Antonio engulfed him in a hug.

"YAY! OH WE CAN DO LOTS OF THINGS LIKE DRINK HOT CHOCOLATE AND PLAY BOARD GAMES AND SNUGGLE ON THE COUCH AND HAVE SE-"

"ADADADADADADADADADA NOOOOO." Lovino squealed.

"I was just joking, mi Lovi. Unless you want to."

"No! You stupido fucking tomato bastard! Get-a the fuck off me!" The grumpy Italian struggled in Antonio's strong grip.

The Spaniard chuckled and kissed the top of Lovino's head softly, making the smaller male shut up.

"Te amo." Antonio whispered softly into Lovino's ear.

Lovino blushed tomato red and closed his eyes, giving into Antonio's warmth and protection.

They stayed like that for a few minutes until finally Antonio suggested that they went to his house.

Lovino didn't need to pack anything. It's not like he didn't go there often, but he would never admit how much he loved how hospitable the Spaniard's house was.

After 2 bus rides and a train ride, they were in Spain and only a few minutes from Antonio's house

"What do you want to do first, mi Lovi?" Antonio asked, intertwining their fingers as they walked to his house.

"Well, first of all, I-a want my tomatoes back, you bastard."

"I can't give you back your tomatoes, but I can let you pick as many as you want from my tomato field!"

This made no sense to the Italian, but he decided not to argue. Antonio owned 7 acres of just tomato feilds. Saying that he could have as many as he wanted, well, was certainly not a good thing for insects who liked to eat the red fruits.

Antonio's mansion came into view, and, like every time he saw it, he was taken aback. He never could get over how huge Antonio's house was. 'People are tiny,' According to Antonio, 'so we need the things we own to take as much space on the Earth up as we can!'

"I'm so happy that the prince... I think Ludwig is his name, got kicked our of his castle. It gives us so much time to be together!" Antonio sang, squeezing Lovino's hand a bit.

"Yeah, whatever, bastard. I'm only in it for the tomatoes."

"And I'm only in it for the Lovi!"

"Shut the fuck up, you son of a bitch."

"Oh, Lovi, that's so rude! You know I don't have parents, so how can I be a son of a puta?"

Lovino was silent. Antonio could talk freely about not having any family, yet when Lovino's grandpa was brought up, there would definitely be tears. (sorry if this is getting sad for some of you. i'm known to be a little insensitive.)

"Lovi? Lovi~!"

"What?"

"We're here!"

~

"I'm going to pick some tomatoes no-"

"No, Lovi! It's 5:15! It's too late to pick tomatoes!"

"You jerk! There's never a 'too late' time for tomatoes!"

"But the turtles!"

Lovini froze. "Turtles?"

"Si, the turtles! They come out at night! I moved them outside since you were afraid of them, but they always come to the fields to eat the tomatoes at night!"

Lovino set down his precious tomato-picking basket and walked to Antonio's couch, sitting down and laying his head on the back of his hand.

Antonio began to walk over to Lovino, but Lovino stopped him by throwing a couch pillow at him.

"You make dinner, jackass. And I don't want to eat anything unless it has tomatoes in it."

"Do you want spaghetti?"

Lovino quickly nodded his head, craving his favorite pasta.

~

"Lovi! Dinner's ready!" Antonio called, just as Lovino was nodding off into sleep.

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Aaaaaand that took forever ō^ō

So every 5 chapters I'll write a bonus chapter

And this one was SpaMano!

Next ones that you guys can vote on:

Continue from this one

Another SpaMano

Dennor

UsUk/UkUs

PruCan

OR

You can leave suggestions! I don't judge ships!

Uuuh next chapter will continue from the last Gerita chapter!

Bye-bye!

-Cherry