Hidden Truths

Chapter Five ~ Tomato

When Spain had arrived, Romano was already in bed, he had just finished washing up and was about to sleep, he was too tried to wait any longer.

"Roma? You up?" he asked, he didn't even bother wash up yet, the blood still stained him, but in his defence, he didn't think Lovino was still awake.

"Of course you bastard! How old do you think I am? 30?" he asked–or rather spat. The little boy walked over to light a torch, since the one in their room was off. Antonio was quick to make sure he wouldn't do that though, because he didn't think his intelligent little tomato would believe that it was pasta sauce that was spilt on his face and clothes.

"Romano, you have to sleep, okay? Tomorrow you get your Spanish lessons!" he said cheerfully, he could imagine it: Romano speaking fluently in Spanish, the thought of it made the Pirate's heart melt. But then he thought about how Romano learning Spanish would be like he was becoming more of a colony, more like those ungrateful brats. Maybe he didn't need to learn Spanish...
Luckily Romano was a stubborn little tomato.

"Why would I want to learn your stupid language!" he asked, he didn't bother to turn the lights on now. Antonio's one eye that could see in the dark (pirate eyepatch theory) could see Romano's little red face. He had the urge to hug his little 'brother', but how would he explain the blood of it got on him? He sighed and said,

"Alrighty Roma, well I'll be there in a second, just got to wash up okay?"

"Wait, I think you want to hear a bedtime story," the younger country said, meaning he wanted to hear a story but was too proud to say so. Antonio sighed, he couldn't say no to that, not to that face.

"You know what, I think I do," he sighed, he smiled and sat down on the bed, Romano followed him.

"Well? Go on, you can tell one to yourself, I'll just be here to make sure you don't go over board with your tomato fantasies," he said, still not swallowing his pride.

"You want the one about the tomato dragon?" he asked, with a sweet smile.

"You probably want it, so yea," he said, still trying to be all stubborn. This made the older nation laugh.

"Okay then Lovi," he chuckled, he thought of an altered version of his tomato story, hoping to make Lovino laugh.
"Once upon a time, there was a handsome boy named Thomas, he had the cutest green eyes, adorable brown hair, and his face turned red whenever he was embarrassed. His friends called him: Thomas the Tomato slayer, since he held the record for the most tomatoes eaten in one sitting. But back in the day, when dragons roamed from the northern side of Europe to come to the Iberian peninsula when it was the time of harvest, the dragons were really sensitive. So when the tomato dragon heard there was a tomato slayer in town, he stopped visiting, and along with him, the tomatoes stopped coming. For about 3 years there were no tomatoes. Then everyone told the tomato slayer to go to the dragon and show him he wasn't there to harm him. Then that's what he did. Then the tomatoes came back, and the tomato dragon and the tomato slayer were best friends, la fin," he chuckled. The last part was French, which he had learnt from an old friend.

"You stupid tomato loving jerk," Romano said as he tried to hold back a laugh, he let a little get out though, and that made the Spaniard's heart melt.

"Hey, it's a true story," he laughed, "but seriously Romano, get some sleep okay?"

"Fine, fine, but it's because I want to, and not because you told me to. I've been busy," he explained, that was his reason behind being tired, not because of the time or anything.

"Buenas noches," he smiled as he left to wash up.

"Buonanotte," Romano huffed before settling into bed.

'That was a close one,' Antonio thought to himself.

The taller boy went and washed up, leaving no trace of the blood. Unfortunately though, he could not erase the look plastered on his cold brother's face when he fell to the ground. Nothing could ever make him forget that.

The next morning Lovino woke up earlier than usual and got changed, he wanted to go and pick tomatoes again today. Once changed, he went up to his guardian.

"Wake up you stupid bastard! We need to go tomato picking!" he screeched as he head butted Spain.

"Hmm," he groaned as he got up. The older nation opened his eyes slowly, anger was evident in his eyes for a second, just a second...then it was gone. He realized it was just his little tomate. "Of course Roma, we'll go. Let me change though, okay?" he asked with a smile. Romano huffed, but agreed and got off of the bed. 'How could someone as nice as Spain make those kids so scared?' he thought to himself. Then he told himself he simply did not care. Spain took a bit, so Romano walked around the room, he didn't care much for it so he never explored, but as he walked around he realized the room was actually very nice, and quite spacious. He found a lot of tomato things, he found it cool—since he shared the obsession, but he wouldn't voice that opinion, or any nice one for that matter.

Then finally, Spain was ready. He had his hat on and everything.

"Well Roma, which part of the field are we picking in today?"

And so their day begun. Lovino forgot about the other children. For now~

I won't be updating this regularly, but I decided to continue it, why not.