A/N: HAPPY DAY-AFTER-HETALIA DAY, EVERYONE! So as stated at the end of Tomatita, I'm going to be starting up a new story. Which is going to be a 100-theme story of one-shots set in my gen!flip-verse. This'll be updated on an 'as I'm inspired' basis and I'll be doing the numbers in order, just because I like to drive myself insane like that... And it'll deal with basically anything that happens before and (some) during 'Just a Little Push'. Very little—if anything—afterwards, because it'd give away too much...

As with the other genflipped stories, this will include genflipped Italy, Romano, Canada, America, and Prussia... It will also include multiple OC's and double the Hungary for double the frying pan fun...

I'll be taking requests for characters you'd like to see, although I can't promise that I'll honour all. So let us begin!

001.Introduction
Characters:Antonio & Lovina
Genre:Friendship
Rating:K+
Time Period: pre-Round & Round

Not Your Average Soul Mate

"Mamá! Look! Look!"

Antonio was pretty sure that he had never seen anything so amazing in his entire life. Never ever.

There were swings and super huge jungle gym that a bunch of kids were climbing on and a sandbox and slide and some boys were playing with trucks near one of the benches.

"I see it, Tonio. It looks like a lot of fun, doesn't it?"

And there were tons of other kids, probably hundreds and hundreds! Antonio giggled in excitement and bounced a few times in his seat before pressing his nose up against the window again. He couldn't wait to play with them!

This was the first time that he'd get to meet any of the other kids in town, since he and his mamá had just moved into their new house a few days ago. He liked their new house, since it was pretty and white with a green roof, and it was surrounded by lots and lots of little tiny plants that Mamá said would turn into tomatoes someday. He was super excited for when that happened, because he loved tomatoes a whole lot...

He had been a little worried, though, since he didn't know anyone here. What if the other kids didn't like him? What if they didn't want to be friends with him? But he was started to feel less worried about that, since there were so many of them. And they looked like they were having lots of fun...

So much fun that it made it hard for him to sit still long enough for Mamá to park the car, get out, open his door, and unbuckle his seat belt. Although he did manage... Barely.

"Now, Tonio." It was so hard to keep himself from running off as soon as he hopped out of the car. He did wait, though, as she crouched down so they were on the same eye level and gazed into his face. "You be good and make sure that you stay where Mamá can see you, sí?"

"Sí, Mamá..." He wanted to go right now.

And she just laughed and reached forward to ruffle his hair. "All right, just make sure that you make lots of amigos too, hijo. Now go on."

He didn't need to be told twice.

...It was so hard to decide where he should play first, though. Should he go to the jungle gym and climb on the bars there? Those kids looked a lot bigger than him, though, so maybe not.

He could go on the slide, but it looked really high and he was kind of scared of high things... The swings were all taken, too...

And then his eyes rested on the sandbox. Which was empty except for a bright red shovel—that was the exact colour of yummy, fresh tomatoes—which was just sitting there.

He could build a sandcastle! And he was sure that someone would come over to play with him once he started building his castle.

So he immediately headed over, glancing back once toward where his mamá was sitting on an empty bench, flipping through a book that she had brought. She was okay, so it would okay if he played there.

He then kicked his shoes off before climbing into the box, giggling excitedly as his feet sunk into the sand and it squished up between his toes. He loved sand. Whenever he stepped into it, he would remember when Uncle Ferdinand and Aunt Isabel had taken him to the beach a year ago. He'd loved playing in the sand while he was there—especially when his mamá and Aunt Isabel had helped him bury Uncle Ferdinand under a huge mountain of sand.

He giggled at the memory and then proceeded to grab the red shovel—taking a few moments to look over his new treasure before he collapsed down into the sand and looked around the box.

Sandcastles weren't very exciting things to build, though... He wanted to build something better...

Like a sand tomato!

That was even better than a sand castle! He'd make a sand tomato and then show it to his mamá.

And he immediately threw himself right into the task. So intensely that he didn't notice a pair of hazel eyes gazing at him from across the playground...

Not that he probably would have noticed anyway, since Antonio wasn't the most observant person in the world.

As shown when he completely failed to notice the figure walking towards him, eyes still intent on him. At least, he didn't notice until the person suddenly dropped into the sand right beside him and a fist darted out and yanked his shovel right out of his hand.

Huh?

And for a moment, Antonio just stared at his now-empty hand. Wha—? Who had—?

He finally lifted his head and turned, rather surprised to see a super adorable little girl sitting right beside him, pouting as she clutched the shovel against her chest protectively.

She was cute. Really cute. And dirty... Very dirty. Her curly, auburn hair was all tangled up and knotted; her dress was ripped in various places and covered in dried mud... She was barefoot, her feet almost black with dried mud.

And all Antonio could do was stare at her. Completely startled by her sudden arrival and the theft of his new toy.

"H—hola..." He immediately reached out toward her, flashing her a bright smile. Mamá said that smiles made lots of things better. "I'm Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. Can I have my shovel back, por favor?"

"Mine! Stupid!"

Antonio blinked.

That hadn't been the response that he was expecting.

"Pero, it's my shovel. I found it. And I was almost done with my sand tomato..."

"Mine, stupid!" And now she was glaring at him, clutching the shovel even more tightly.

Antonio wasn't sure what to do. She'd just stolen his shovel. But then again, maybe it was her shovel. And even if it wasn't, he should be nice and let her play with it. After all, now he had someone to play with...

"Okay, you can play with it," he finally responded, flashing her his friendliest smile. "We can make our sand tomato together!"

She glared back at him in response, looking rather suspicious. Then she looked down at the mound that Antonio was attempting to turn into a sand tomato.

And immediately hit it with the shovel.

"Hey!"

"Stupid!"

"That wasn't nice!"

Why in the world had she just done that? She didn't even look like she cared that she had just ruined his sand tomato, since she was just staring at him now. And then she turned and began to dig in the sand.

Antonio just stared back in complete horror for another moment. Not sure how to react to her. So he glanced toward where his mamá was sitting... And was a little surprised to see that she was sitting with a woman with long, blonde hair. They were laughing, Mamá looking happier than he'd seen her in weeks.

Mamá wanted him to try to make lots of amigos. Which meant that—even if she wasn't being very nice—he should try to be friends with the little girl...

"What's your name?" She had managed to dig a pretty large hole in the sand while he was distracted, but now turned to look at him with a rather surprised expression in her eyes. Which was almost immediately replaced with a scowl.

And then he suddenly felt a hard rap on his head, which caused him to yelp as he protectively covered his head with his hands. "Ow!"

"No." She immediately returned to her digging, obviously pleased that she'd put him in his rightful place.

"That's mean! Mamá says we're not supposed to hit people..." Then again, maybe her mamá hadn't told her that. His smile slipped away for a moment as he wondered over that... And then he was distracted, as he noticed that she was building a hill in the sand. That looked almost exactly like the mound that he had been making.

"Are you making a sand tomato too?"

She turned and glared at him again, but didn't hit him—he covered his head, though, just in case—and then glanced back at the pile with a thoughtful expression. "Sand 'mato..."

"I'll help you." He scooted closer, reaching out to pat at the side of the hill. "We can make it together, sí?"

And now she was staring at him with an even more suspicious expression. But she finally nodded, dumping another shovel-full of sand onto the hill, covering his hands in the process. "'Mato."

"Me and Mamá just got a new house," Antonio continued after a few seconds of silence. "We're gonna have lots of tomates! Maybe you can come over and have some."

She didn't answer, just patted at the sand tomato again with her shovel... A little too hard apparently, as it suddenly crumbled apart.

Which seemed to startle her enough that she froze, just staring at the sand with a surprised expression. And then pouted as she threw the shovel on top of the pile, crossing her arms over her chest... Her cheeks turning red as she puffed them out.

...Aww! She looked so cute like that! Just like a little tomato.

"I'll help you build it again!" Antonio hurriedly grabbed the shovel and started scooping the sand back into a pile. He didn't want her to be sad because she broke her sand tomato. "It'll be the best sand tomate ever!"

She just responded by grabbing the shovel back and then hitting him on the head with it. Although not as hard as before...although still hard enough to hurt a little bit. "Stupid."

"Ow~ That's not nice."

Again, she ignored him. Returning to digging in the sand, now making a big hole near her feet... And Antonio just watched her.

For whatever reason, he found himself interested in her. She had come over here to play with him for some reason, after all... And she had wanted to make a sand tomato like him. So he just smiled as he gazed at her. "I used to live with my tio and tia," he started after a few seconds. "But then Mamá got us a house and we're going to live here now. And I want to make lots of friends with everyone... I've never had friends before."

She was still ignoring him. Maybe. He kind of thought that she was listening and was just choosing not to talk.

"You can be my first friend, maybe." He smiled as she looked up at him. "It'll be fun! We can play and eat tomatoes and have lots of adventures! 'Cept, I should probably know your name if we're gonna be friends..."

And now he paused, waiting for her to answer. Which she didn't. As she had stuck her feet into the hole and was now pushing sand back in, covering them up.

When she had finished, she looked up, eyes settling on him. And then she turned away and patted at the sand over her feet. "Lovina."

"Lovina?" Antonio's lips immediately broke into an incredibly wide smile. And then he laughed. "So cute! You'll be Lovi!"

Which just earned him a scowl in response, Lovina's eyes narrowing as her cheeks puffed out again into a pout.

"Lovi, the little tomate!"

Antonio made a quick mental note to himself after that. Don't call Lovi by that name when she had a possibly-dangerous weapon in her hand... It'd probably work out better for his head.

Even if they were definitely going to be best friends from now on.

A/N: For all of the stories, I'll add a little blurb at the end about how the story relates to the theme (because some will be very vaguely connected)... This one...should be obvious, though. The introduction of little!Tonio to little!Lovi. Weee...

Next will be LOVE.

If you want the list of the 100 themes, I actually posted it in a journal entry on my deviantart (which is linked on my profile). So you can check it out there. Or just look it up, since it's pretty easy to find.

And for anyone who's wondering why I disappeared for so long. Well... xD Blame Durarara! I was working on a project til the 20th, so I didn't have much time to write and then I kind of got hooked on DRRR! right after that and have been watching it pretty much every free moment I have. (Such a bad little Authoress xD) Plus, you know. School... School and work kind of eat my soul sometimes.