Prompt: Red
Characters/Pairings: Spain/Romano
Rating: K+
Summary: Lovino liked the color red. It was the color of tomatoes and spaghetti. Antonio liked the color red too. But for completely different reasons.
Warning: none
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Lovino liked the color red.

For one, it was the color of tomatoes when they were ripe and ready for picking.

It was also the color of the spaghetti Lovino was thinking of cooking for dinner as he picked the tomatoes. Meaty tomato sauce over al dente pasta with cheese on top. He could feel his mouth watering at the thought.

Red was also the color of the sunset now starting to color the tomato field. Though now that Lovino paused and observed the sky more carefully, it was actually leaning more towards a dark orange shade than a red one.

Well, it didn't matter to Lovino whether the sunset was red or orange or pink or whatever fucking color in the universe. He could leave the artists like Feliciano to ponder over that. Sunset only meant one thing at the moment: Antonio would be home soon.

And that meant Lovino had to hurry with his tomato picking if he wanted to surprise Antonio with a good spaghetti dinner.

But it seemed it was too late for that because Lovino soon felt familiar warm arms wrap around his waist.

"Lovinito! I didn't expect you to be here! I would have come home earlier if I knew." Antonio greeted cheerfully.

"You should have! I was waiting for you to come home and cook dinner for me." Lovino replied back irritably. "Look! I was so fucking hungry I was forced to prepare dinner for the two of us." "Forced," he emphasized after a brief (and thoughtful) pause, "you hear me,forced. It's not like I'll ever cook dinner for you or anything."

"Sorry, sorry." Antonio replied sheepishly. "But Lovino's cooking is always delicious so I'm excited!" He tried to reach for a tomato in Lovino's basket. "Oh and Lovi, do you like the color red?"

Shit. Was he saying his thoughts out loud?

"Don't think you can distract me and steal a tomato with such a stupid question." Lovino snapped, slapping Antonio's hand away. "Why'd you ask anyway?"

"Because I heard Lovino mumbling 'something something red something something'." Antonio replied. (Or more like cooed like that was the cutest thing in the world.)

"I do like the color red." Lovino snapped back (a little too defensively). "Got a problem with that?"

"Of course not!" Antonio replied cheerfully. "I like the color red too! It's the color of love, of passion, and of-"

Antonio paused. And Lovino felt something move in that pause. Something like the world suddenly shifting or the gears in Antonio's brain suddenly moving. Oh, Lord.

And then, before Lovino could react, Antonio turned Lovino around to face him. And then, before Lovino could ask what the hell was happening, Antonio bent forward and kissed him.

And then Lovino found himself pulling Antonio closer, deeper, refusing to let go, but fuck he still had to cook dinner and the tomatoes in the basket balanced on his arm were about to fall but Antonio had made him wait so fucking long and he had to claim his reward. Because when Lovino said he was hungry, he wasn't just hungry for food.

In some world far far away, a tomato fell to the ground with a splat.

"Oh fuck." Lovino swore, blushing furiously. "Look what you've done, you stupid bastard! Now we're one less tomato for spaghetti." Then he ran off towards Antonio's house, face burning and mouth foaming with Italian curses.

Antonio grinned to himself. He liked the color red too. It was the color of love, of passion…and of Lovino's face right after he'd kiss him.