Tomato.. To'mah'to

Buongiorno, idiota

I wake up to the smell of food. Damn I'm hungry. I slowly get up, groggy from sleep as I scratch the back of my head. I stand up walking to the door and opening it to have the smell of food intensify. Like a wolf hunts for prey, I hunt for my next meal as well. The further I stroll down the hall, towards the stairs leading down, the more my mouth waters at the possibilities of what was cooking. I reach the kitchen, yawning and closing my eyes as I round the corner entering it. I am greeted by a certain s-

"Buenos Días, Romano!"

"Dammit..." I mutter opening one eye to glare at the Spaniard. He turns back to face the food as he continues blabbing.

"How did you sleep? Well I hope! You always seem so tired." He abruptly turns around, "You want a churro?"

"No, bastard. I don't want your damn churro." He giggles with a perverted grin on his face for a split second as he turned back setting it on a plate.

"Well, what would you like for breakfast then? Anything in particular?" I could sense his smile as I sat down in a chair near by.

"No." I replied rather quickly.

"You have to eat something, Roma." He turns back around to face me, his green eyes meeting mine. What is this feeling I have? I look away pretty quickly and awkwardly.

"I don't have to eat if I don't want to. In fact, I'm not even hungry." My stomach decided it was a great fucking idea to counteract my 'not hungry' point by speaking up loudly.

"Uh-huh. I believe your stomach says other wise."  He continues to stare at me, a tomato in hand.

"Shut up!" I say looking down at my stomach an punching it. 

"Romano," I look up at him. His sweet smile and kind eyes stare me right in the face. Ugg, food guilt is setting in.

"Fine! Gimme that tomato, jerk bastard!" I throw my hand out signaling him to hand over the tomato. He willingly hands it over. I begin nibbling at it, seeing Spain watch me out of the corner of my eye. "What do you want, idiota?" I say still havin the tomato at my lips.

"Oh, nothing." He replies in a sweet tone, closing his eyes and smiling. He finishes cooking and walks to sit next to me. I glance away from him as he sets down his food. Still nibbling at the tomato I study the wall at the other side of the kitchen. Such an interesting wall...

"So Romano," His voice startles me and I jump a little, continuing to eat the tomato, I look over. "I'm sorry did I startle you?"

"No....fuck you." I watch him look down at his food mimicking words. My eyes widen in shock, did he just say 'maybe later'? He turns to face me again.

"Are you ok? You look even more startled. Are you feeling well?" 

"As if you don't already fucking know."

"What?" A confused look appears upon his face. So he was oblivious to his own words? Maybe I was just imagining his saying that...wait..

"I'M NOT GAY!" 

"Uh.." Did I just say that out loud? Fuck...well I could have been a more subtle. Probably not though. I look into Spain's eyes again. Why does he look slightly disappointed? Does this mean he really said 'maybe later'? Oh god...I stand up quickly, almost knocking over the chair I was sitting in.

"Where are you going, Roma?"

"It's Romano and I'm going back to sleep, stupid" I step out of the kitchen, striding down the hall and up the stairs to my room. I lay down in my bed covering myself with blankets and setting the tomato on the nightstand for later that day. I turn to my side, quickly falling asleep with my arm under my head. Dormire ora.