(A/N): Aren't I the worst ;)
*doesn't own Hetalia*
____________________________________
Hot.
That is what Toni is right now. He has been in his indoor orchard for exactly one month now, without a single call of concern.
"I wonder what they're up to," pondered Toni, who had grown accustomed to having conversations regularly with the tomato plants he so adored.
"Who knows, they are the bad touch duo," replied a tomato plant snootily, sticking its little tomato tongue out at the Spaniard. This of course lead to Toni picking the tomato off of its plant and eating it ravenously.
Toni, you fucking savage.
After finishing the remains of his victim, the Spaniard decided to explore a bit more. Now, this may seem hard to believe, but no matter how long the Spaniard tried to spend in his orchard, he could never seem to see the entire building.
As our little Spaniard was exploring, he saw a dark brown nub floating around, which seemed to have a curl sticking out of it. Toni could only assume that this nub was hair, and that mean there was another person in his orchard.
"I'll eat him!" Toni thought aloud.
"No, Toni. We don't eat people," scolded the reader.
Toni nodded, before approaching the forsaken nub.
"Hey," the Spaniard called out. "who are you?" As Toni got closer, he depicted the figure as.....
An outrageously adorable man.
"What's it to ya, eh?" The man growled, taking a bite of a -stolen- tomato. Toni tried to think of a response, but he couldn't seem to stop himself from staring at the male. "What? What is it, bastard?"
"You're so...." Toni began, but stopped himself. "I'm Antonio, but you can call me Toni," the Spaniard reached his hand out, only to recieve a flinch in reply. "There's no need to be afraid, I wouldn't hurt you!" the cranky male hesitated, before taking the Spaniards hand.
"Lovino. And that's all you're allowed to call me." replied the man, standing to face the Spaniard. This man was slightly shorter than Toni, but it barely shows, and his clothes -which were covered in tomato stains- were tattered and thin.
"Aw! But Lovi sounds so much cuter!" whined the Spaniard.
"Shut up! Jerk bastard!" Lovino huffed. "You will treat me with the utmost respect, and nothing else!"
"Aw~ but Loviiiii~" the Spaniard cooed.
"I've known you for three minutes, at the most! I will NOT submit to your childish games!"
And yet, he did.
____________________________________
(A/N): Oh you ;3
Author out *rolls away*
