Antonio looked into his fridge. He only had some things that he needed. There wasn't any meat, dairy or protein products.
"Guess I'm going shopping..." He stretched his arms out, wincing as his muscles tugged at the closing skin. He slipped on a black sweater then going outside and locking his door. He made sure he had his wallet, and continued his way to the market.
He walked around the stalls and vendors, buying what he needed. He finished his shopping and Antonio looked around to make sure he has everything. However, a man was resting underneath a tree, sleeping, and another man was going to steal whatever he had in the bag and the crate.
So vulnerable.
"Ay! Get away from there!" He walked right over to the second man, looking down at him.
Antonio was about to lecture him, but was stopped by another voice.
"Leave him alone. He's with me." Lovino woke up to the voice of a familiar man, but since he just woke up from his nap, everything was blurry. He rubbed his eyes and stared at one of his mafia members. He turned to face the other man and tell him to fuck off but he was met with eyes that were worthy of the most beautiful eyes on earth.
Both of them locked gazes, not turning away. Just staring.
Antonio gasped at the male beauty in front of him. His amber eyes burned a flame that interested Antonio. This man was Italian it seemed by his accent. His curl seemed to form a heart and his face was dusted in a red blush. Like a tomato, he thought, a small chuckle being heard from Antonio.
Lovino's breath caught in his throat, mesmerized by the mans beauty. The same one who self harms. Tan skin, shaggy brown hair that he wanted to run his hands through, and deep green eyes that swirled. And oh, that chuckle!
Of course the moment didn't last to long.
The mafia member was freaking out that the other two men were just staring at eachother for about five minutes and neither of them looked like they were about to look away.
Thankfully, Berwald pulled up near by. The look on his face signaled that the comrade get everything and bring it to him. The man obliged and carried everything to the car. As soon as he climbed inside, Berwald drove off to the base and gave his leader some time to 'enjoy' himself.
Lovino blinked and looked around his stuff was gone, and on instinct, he pulled out his phone and dialed Berwald.
"Put the bag in my room and don't look inside." He stuffed it back in his pocket and looked up at the Spaniard.
"Hola..." Antonio awkwardly shifted on his feet, wanting to start a conversation.
"Ciao." Lovino got up and looked at the bags in Antonio's hand. He reached out to grab some of the bags. Unitentionaly, their hands brushed against each other, and the warmth and softness of Antonio's' hand provided shocked Lovino. He wanted to hold it, but, he just couldn't, that would be awkward.
"Wait, you don't have to..." Antonio went to grab the bags back but stopped when the Italian jerked backwards.
"You should be thankful that I'm helping you, bastard." Lovino didn't really mean to say bastard, but it came out out of instinct, habit if you will. Antonio on the other hand was glad to have some company and interact with people.
"Ah, thank you. Would you like to come to my house?" Antonio hoped that the younger man would say yes.
"Sure." Before Lovino could say anything, he accepted the invitation.
Close enough to a 'yes'.
"My home is this way." Antonio turned and led the way to his house. Lovino already knew where it was and he could have just led the way, but he had to act like he didn't know anything. The familiar street came into view and Antonio began to dig in his pocket for his keys.
The keychain dangled, holding a key, a Spanish flag charm, and a tomato charm dangled from the loop. He unlocked the door and walked straight to the kitchen. Lovino looked around.
It was surprisingly clean. When you entered, the living room was just ahead of you. To his left, was the kitchen, and to his left was a storage room, the door wide open. He followed Antonio and put the bags on the kitchen island, waiting for the older male to introduce himself.
"Ah, well this is my house." He looked around and then walked to the fridge. Lovino could see some of his tomatoes inside. This brought the faintest of smiles to Lovino's lips. "Want one?" The Spaniard held out a tomato in one of his hands, the other holding a tomato to his lips.
"No, it's fine." Lovino declined, but the Antonio shoved it in his face.
"You'll love these! They are the best thing I have ever tasted before! Some mysterious man gave them to me." He took a bite out of his own tomato before continuing. "He had a helmet on, but he was very handsome as far as I could tell. I hope I get to see him again..."
Lovino took a bite of the tomato, using it to hide his blush and smile. He was called handsome. (Internal screaming)
"Someone with the intials R.V. Do you know anybody?"
"Ah, no. Oh! By the way, what's your name?" Lovino avoided the question.
"Right! My name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, but you can call me Toni!" Antonio smiled genuinely, happy to have someone here.
"I'm Lovino Vargas." He managed to say between bites. There was silence while both men continued to eat the tomatoes.
"Hey Lovi do you-" Antonio began.
"Don't call me Lovi, tomato bastard." He ate the last of the tomato and turned to glare at Antonio.
"But you gave me a nick name. Please, Lovi~?" Antonio knew that the Italian didn't mean anything. Maybe he just had trouble expressing his feelings? "Anyways... do you want to... eat properly, or just talk?" Antonio's voice was small and he mumbled shyly, looking down to hide the blush on his face.
"I guess. I have nothing else to do. Just let me make a quick call." Lovino went outside and pulled his phone out, taking a quick look at the blushing and happy Spaniard behind him. The phone buzzed twice before a voice filled his ear.
"Lovino?" Berwald sounded slightly confused.
"Ciao, bastardo. I'm going to be staying over at a friends house. If he won't let me crash at his place, I'll be in the base West of the market. Take care of things while I'm gone. Arrivederci {Good bye}." He hung up and turned back at Antonio that was staring at his stove, probably thinking on what to make.
"Oh, Lovino. What would you like to eat?" Antonio turned around and stared into the amber orbs that belonged to the younger male. His arms still kind of hurt from... things but he still wanted to make Lovino something.
Lovino must've seen how he slightly struggled to move and flex his arms because he pushed him over to the side gently, taking out some things to make pasta.
"Is it ok if I cook? You look tired." He meant to say 'in pain', but that would be awkward. Without even waiting for an answer, he prepared, measured and waited.
After a moment of silence, well, more like the sounds of Lovino preparing for pasta cooking, he just answered with a small 'yes'.
"I'll be in the living room, it's just a bit down the hall, across from the front door." Antonio moved away and stopped at the kitchen doorway.
"Yeah, I'll find you after I finish, unless the smells draw you out." Lovino added the last part with a smirk, looking at the slightly grinning Spaniard.
"Ok, I'll leave you to do your magic." Antonio left, walking to one of the couches, one where Lovino couldn't easily see if he was to enter. "Yes! I have a new friend!" He quietly muttered to himself, turning on the tv and holding a pillow to his chest. For a moment, he was just silently staring at the floor, then started to roll around, using the tv sounds to cover his squealing.
In the kitchen, Lovino was making some pasta, then taking out some ingredients to make some beadsticks. Pasta always tasted better with breadsticks. He continued to cook and bake, the smells growing stronger and stronger, taking color with them as the smell filled the house, the loneliness Lovino had felt when he first entered slowly disappearing, replaced by a warmth that could brighten up a day.
It wasn't long after the food had cooled down, Antonio walked in, his stomach growling loudly, his blush growing noticible.
"Looks like the smell drew me out.... You were right. It smells delicious." Antonio awkwardly sat at the dining table, watching Lovino take some of the food he made and set it on a plate infront of him.
"Eat up." He set his own plate and began to eat.
Antonio stared at his plate. It looked way too good, too beautiful. It was the first plate of food he had eaten that someone had prepared for him in a loooooooooong long time
"It's not poisoned, I promise." Lovino noticed how Antonio had only been staring at the food, his hair was covering his eyes, so he couldn't tell what he thought about his cooking.
"Oh, of course not...." He chuckled somewhat nervously and took the fork nearby and took a bite of the pasta.
Lovino had held his breath, his heart thumping unrealistically fast and loud, well, to him at least. With anxious eyes, he watched Antonio's reaction to his cooking, wanting to see if he liked it or not.
Antonio made a small sound of happiness, something between a moan and a squeal, but sounding more like a moan to Lovino, whose face had set ablaze a bonfire.
"I don't like it." Antonio stated in a monotonous voice just after the sound he made. He looked straight into a heartbroken Lovino, his feelings having an internal battle. "I love it!" He showed off a genuine smile, and Lovino slightly glared at him.
He actually managed to break his heart and fix it back up in less than ten seconds. He gripped his heart in a mocking way, and took a drastic, deep breath. He fixed his posture though, and then stared into Antonio's green, grassy colored eyes. He then gestured to the breadsticks as a sign to tey them, and without hesitating, Antonio had taken a bite out of one, his eyes watering in happiness. He made this cute blushy face, and again it set Lovino's face on fire, but he didn't care, smiling as he knew that at there was someone in this world that loved his cooking.
--- What's up, my lovely pastas? So, as you might know, I am not updating as frequent as I am only updating if I see people actually like my stories. There, I said it. I have nothing else of importance to say, yada yada yada.... Asta La Pasta! {Arrivederci!} ---