My Stupid Tomato Bastard (Spamano One Shot)

Chapter 2

--Italy and Romano--

"Big brother, why do you hate Germany so much?" Italy asked as he watched his brother drive.

"Because he reminds me of someone.." His brother replied vaguely. "AND CAN YOU STOP LOOKING AT ME, IT'S MAKING ME LOSE FOCUS"

"Who does he remind you of?"

"It's best if you don't know"

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The silver Mercedes pulled up at a Spanish Flat, the author really has no clue how to describe Spain's house so she decided to call it that.

"Okay so the tomato bastard is coming home soon, so help me and stuff" Romano grumbled as he stuck in the key and twisted the knob. He opened it up, and an aromatic scent of tomato sauce wafted into his nose, making his mouth water.

"Macarena tiene un novio que se llama," a singing voice came from the kitchen. "que se llama de apellido Vitorino, y en la jura de bandera del muchach" The italian brothers to see Spain shaking his fine ass while placing the pizza in the oven. "se la dió con dos amigos...Aaay!"

"HOW DID YOU GET INTO MY HOUSE" Romano interrupted loudly shoving an accusing finger Spain's way.

"Huh..? What are you talking about? It's our house" Spain replied as he took of his apron and dusted the flour off his hands.

"Oh right.." Romano murmured.

"Hi Spain!" Italy chimed in.

"Oh hola amigos" Spain placed his apron on the hook as he walked towards the Italian brothers. "Where were you all this time?" I was worried sick!" He explained as he checked Romano's forehead just encase he caught the flu.

"Whatever" Romano sassed smacking Spain's hand away from himself. "I'm going to the garden to pick some tomatoes" He dismissed himself as he opened the slide doors to reveal a vast land filled with tomatoes planted by Spain himself.

"Okay Romano! I'll be finishing off the pizza while you're at it" Spain smiled.

"Don't care."

"Whatever you say~" He teased. "Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena, Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosas buenas. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. ¡Eh,... Macarena! Aaay!" He sang to himself as he started to clean up the kitchen. "Dale a tu-" His singing was cut off my a distant scream followed with a "**** it's France!". Then in came the owner of the girly scream, Romano.

Spain's head snapped to the back door, "What the flying flamingoes is France doing here!?" He hissed. You see, Spain and France are actually really close friends, but Spain is just very over-protective of Romano and because in the past where France would dive in any chance he can get to take a part of the Southern Italy, he likes to keep Romano away from the perverted French.

"Save me bastardo" Romano muttered as he cowered behind Spain.

"Hi big brother France!" Italy waved to the blond that walked through the back door.

"Ohononono~ Vow, what a nice greeting Romano" The blonde winked at the Italian as he posed, his hip swayed.

"**** off France" He spat in return.

"Well that is rude" France said as he flipped his glossy hair.

"What are you doing here France!?" Spain hissed, venom laced in his voice.

"Ohv, you're too over protective Spain, but anyvays I've come to take the Italian brothers once and for all!" But in reality he would never really do that. He's just a lonely Spamano shipper just like the rest of us. He just wanted to test Spain's love for Romano.

"Never" Spain snarled at the same time Romano growled a "Like I said before, **** off!"

"But I don't wannaaaaaa~" Italy whined. "I like being with Germany"

"Ohonono~ okay then Italy" The blonde giggled as he, same as the rest of us, a Ger(Nor)Ita shipper. He stepped out of the flat waving a goodbye as he walked towards the gate and led himself out.

Romano turned to his brother his face boiling with anger. "I told you to stay away from that potato bastard!" He exclaimed.

"But he's my friend" Italy tried to explain.

"Hey, I don't think-" Spain was cut off by the annoying beeps of the oven. "Better go get that" He dismissed himself as he walked towards the kitchen.

"Whatever, but if he hurts you, don't come crying to me." Romano warned, as they both walked into the kitchen to help, well only Italy, prepare the dinner.

Spain walked towards Romano after placing down the sliced up pizza onto the wooden table. "You are one low key protective brother man.." Spain smiled somehow hearing the warning as he pat Romano's back.

The Italian's face flushed red, "Shut up Stupida" He retorted.

Spain chuckled loudly, "Sit, pizza is finished". The brothers sat down an started to gobble down the extra tomato pizza, Romano's favourite.

"Where did I put those tomatoes?" Romano asked through his full mouth. Though he thirst for his raw tomatoes, he still stuffed his face with pizza.

"Ah, they're still out in the field, let me get him" Spain exited out of the back door into the land of tomatoes.

The Italian brothers ate in silence as they await for the return of Spain. Italy , surprisingly, broke the silence first, but with an embarrassing question.

"Do you like Spain?"