Found~Spamano

Chapter eight

So...escaping obviously wasn't going to happen.

I had sulked on the couch until he returned.

He was obviously confused on why I was sulking, so I made up a lie that there wasn't any tomatoes in the fridge.

The look on his face was priceless.

It was a mix of horror and frustration as he literally ran towards the kitchen and ripped open the fridge door.

He sighed in relief as he saw the tomatoes stacked neatly in the pile that he left it as and turned around to scold me.

I rolled my eyes.

"So I-a lied. Big deal." I muttered.

"Lying is a very wrong thing to do Romano!" He said, exaggerating the 'R' as always.

"Shut up." I said darkly and stomped away to my room.

He sighed and collapsed on the couch before I closed my door.

~

I paced my room afterwards, to the horror after I looked in the mirror, to find my cheeks as red as a tomato!

It-a really freaked me out, so I just let my mind wander to why it was happening.

"The temperature?" I wondered first.

"It-a could be the fact I was cleaning a shelf in the living room." I guessed.

"Or it-a could be Spain in gener- WHAT THE FUCK." I screamed.

I shook my head vigorously.

"What?! Where the hell did-a that come from?!" I asked myself repeatedly and groaned.

"Stupid Brain. Always coming-a up with stupid excuses." I said annoyed and went to my bookcase, before picking out a book and began to read it.

There was a large, and sudden knock at my door which lead to me almost dropping my book.

I huffed, before closing it shut loudly and headed to the door.

I opened it, and to my annoyance, was the Tomato Bastard himself.

"Romano! I heard a scream! Are you-a okay?!" He asked worriedly.

I covered my mouth.

Shit.

"W-What? There wasn't a scream stupido!" I said, a bit nervously.

"Are you-a sure? I could have sw-"

"Yeah. Now leave." I said rudely and shut the door in his face.

I looked around my little room and sighed.

I walked over towards the dresser and pulled out a spare tomato I have in there at all times, before taking a bite and sighed in relief before slamming the drawer shut and sitting on my bed.

My eyes traced over the tomato wallpaper and the Romano flag Spain had gotten me that time at Christmas.

I-a lied down on my bed and look at the ceiling while finishing my tomato.

I closed my eyes and let my mind wander for a bit.

~

Two hours later, I opened my eyes and groaned.

"Dammit. I-a must have fell asleep again." I muttered as I sat up, before finding my discarded tomato on the floor!

"WHAT." I yelled as I quickly picked it up and made a disgusted face.

"For-a fucks sake!" I said angrily as I stick it in my little trash can reluctantly.

I marched out of my room and towards the kitchen before hearing voices coming from the living room.

I stopped and stood there, confused for a moment.

"...It'll-a be nice to see brother Romano again!" Feliciano said excitedly as he clapped his hands.

My breath hitched as I continued on to listen.

"Oh seriously? I mean, of course! He'll be thrilled to see you again Feli!" The Tomato Bastard said happily.

I carefully rounded the corner as Feli hurried over and clasped his arms around my waist before spinning me around.

"L-LET ME GO!" I declared with a little smile before he set me down.

"I-a have come to save you!" Feli said as he spun around and jumped around.

"Whatever." I muttered.

"I-a shall get your-a things!" He said before running merrily to my room.

"Wait...what?! Tomato bastard! Explain!" I said urgently, and a bit angry.

"Well....Romano, you haven't seen Ita- Feliciano, for a while," Spain said, "I thought a good week would do you some good." He added.

I-a stood there, gaping at him like a fool.

And for the second time that we've been together, I hugged him.