Readers POV
You gasped on how cold the dress was. The outside was made completely out of tomatoes? There was a fabric separating the tomatoes from your skin.
… … … … “Poland why the hell am I wearing tomatoes? Did you do this because of my crush on Lovino.”
“Maybe”
You put on the clothes. ‘I look terrible. You thought.’ You visibly winced at your disgusting body in the mirror. You also smelled like a tomato.
“Come on (Name) I want to see,” he wined like a toddler.
You grabbed your thighs and arms and made a dirty look. “Do I have to?”
“Yes” he chimed from outside.
You walked out seeing Poland smirking at you.
“Good now wear it for the day and the bet is done.” He took a picture of you.
“I swear if you show that to anyone and I mean anyone I will paint your whole house blue with permanent non-washable paint.” He gasped. “Oh and Poland where the hell did you get this dress? Is this really made of tomatoes?”
“Yes~ and I got it from the edible dress store.”
“I really fuck*ng hate you right now.”
“Aww don’t be so mean (Name). Now go home (Name).”
Time Skip…
Right now you were having a dilemma. 1 you didn’t want tomato anywhere you sat. 2 Lovino called and said he would be over in 20 minutes because you apparently called him yesterday. So now you were thinking it was Poland and that he was going on your hit list. 3 you were screwed. You heard knocking at your door.
“Hey ragazza open up.” He sniffed the air. “Is that tomatoes I smell?”
“Um Lovi I can’t let you in.”
“Why the hell not.”
“Well (explains the bet). What he dressed me in is ridiculous. For crying out loud I have to keep the house cold for what I am wearing.”
Lovino softened at what you said he knew you were upset. “Bella ragazza let me in please~.” He cooed softly to see if you would budge.
What he heard was a sniffle, an unlocked door and footsteps running upstairs. “I’ll talk to you from my room.”
“No I want to see you and why does your house smell like tomatoes?” He started searching for tomatoes.
“NO I look horrible! I am fat, ugly and worthless. I look horrible in this dress and I-I.” Then it happened you broke down. You fell to your knees sobbing loudly.
“Bella! Bella please don’t think that about yourself. I think you look so beautiful that is why I call you bella. You are not fat bella you are chubby its fuck*ng adorable. Most of all you are definitely NOT worthless. I love you so much I can’t explain it. Now please bella let me in.” He heard the sobbing stop and you unlocked the door. He gave you a big hug avoiding the tomatoes.
“I love you t-to Lovi.” Then something happened you saw Lovino pull back and go wide eye at you. “Something wrong Lovi?”
“S-So this is the dress you have to w-wear.”
“Yep what about it?” Then he passionately kissed you on the lips and pushed you to your bed.
“Lovi *you panted* what are you doing.”
“You know I love tomatoes.” Then he lowered himself and bit a tomato off your stomach. “I-a plan to eat all these tomatoes with you.” You went wide eye. He pushed you onto your bed. It made a squish sound and you could feel the juices on your back.
*You shivered* “Noooooooo now I have to wash these sheets and now I can’t give him back the dress.”
“Oh are you cold let me help you.” He unzipped the dress from the side and pulled it off and put it next to you.
“Now bella let me show you how beautiful you really are.”
Time Skip to next morning…
“Hello Poland yea you aren’t getting that dress back we sort ate it.” Then you laid back down with Lovino still holding your chubby waist in his sleep.
