Missing tomatoes

"MY TOMATOESSSSSS!!!!!"

France looked up in time to see a brown haired blur run into the room and trip over the coffee table.

"Spain? What is the matter my dear friend?"

"MY TOMATOES!" Spain wailed grabbing onto France's pant leg, "THEY"RE GONE!!!!"

"Eh?"

"I-I went to get a tomato *sniff* from the-the fridge, but when I opened it……my tomatoes…… MY TOMATOESSS!!!!!!" Spain wailed.

"There, there little amigo," France said, patting Spain's head, "Are you sure that they are gone?"

"Yes *sniff*" Spain said, then suddenly leaping to his feet, "I looked everywhere! In the fridge behind some *insert something random here*, in the cupboard, in the sink, under my bed-"

"Why under your bed?" France asked confused.

Spain thought for a moment, "When I have a bad dream, I eat a tomato,"

"………………….."

"Well, THEY'RE ALL GONE!!!! MY TOMATOESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!" Spain wailed.

"Why can't you pick some more?" France asked, pointing out of window into Spain's garden that was overflowing with the said plants.

"I could I know but, those were the first batch of the season!" Spain cried grabbing a pillow (from where, I don't know) "The first batch is always the best and now they're, now they're………….. MMMMYYYYY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

France sighed, there was no getting around this one.

He could only leave Spain to wallow in his misery, wait until South Italy came home, or help find the dark skinned boy find his tomatoes.

Fortunately, he didn't have to decide.

Prussia strolled in whistling a song that suspiciously sounded like the childish song "The song that never ends".

"I've come to grace you with my aweso- what's wrong with Spain?" Prussia asked staring at the still wailing Spain.

France sighed, "His first batch of tomatoes have disappeared, not one but all. What shall we do with him?"

Prussia frowned, "All of them disappeared? I thought there were more than the ones in the fridge and the one under the bed. Why do you have one under your bed anyway?"

Silence.

"My……tomatoes?" Spain asked quietly. A dark aura started to swirl around him, making France scoot his chair back a couple inches while Prussia remained oblivious and rambled on.

"Yeah, England promised to pay me $50 bucks if I gave him all the tomatoes I found laying around your house,"

"You sold……………. My tomatoes………….." Spain stated quietly.

Suddenly, Spain smiled.

Oh, no, not one of those, normal "I'm happy" smiles. But rather one that bore an eerie resemblance to Russia's.

"Errr, Spain?" Prussia asked, realizing his predicament, "What's with the totally un-awesome smile?"

"Prussia, have you ever been frightened of me?" Spain asked.

"N-no. That would be totally not awesome," Prussia stated, inching toward the door.

"Well, let me give you a demonstration of what I do to people that steal tomatoes………………………………"

And Prussia never stole another tomato again.

The bad touch trio stories have been completed! XD. what happens to one that steals Spain's tomatos is up to YOU! XD, or me if you want me to write it. Of course Prussia is the cause of everything bad around here and England vs. Spain rivalry and annoyance is always good. Please R&R.