Woooo! Multi-chaptered fic! Speaking of multi-chaptered, I just finished 'Love you Too' asfjefeiovjvnafwaerioef - I'm so sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyy it took so long! ;;;;w;;;; And also, I really wanted to make something lighthearted and (hopefull) funny after writing that piece.

JUST TO LET YOU KNOW, LOVINO LIVES BY HIMSELF IN ANOTHER TOWN FAR AWAY FROM HIS HOMETOWN WHERE HIS YOUNGER BROTHER LIVES, SO FELI DOESN'T VISIT TOO OFTEN. (I just needed an excuse for Lovino to be alone ;a;)

VERY IMPORTANT!: More thanks to Justkissmeidiot, I'm so thankful you read over the idea and gave me help! Haha, I'd get nothing done without youuuuuuuu! :'DDD

Oh, and also, this will be a romance story, so don't worry!

**EDIT: Near the end of the story, I made a very grave, unforgivable mistake. ...I had typed 'you're' when the correct grammar would to be to say 'your' aghhhhhh that's my biggest pet peeve... U_U;;;

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Tomato

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If I could only have one wish...

It was his birthday again, as he sat all on his lonesome in his apartment.

His head hit the table with a resolute thud, and he gave a spare glance to the side at the clock adorning the wall, and frowned when it read ten til nine. He groaned and let his head slide back down when he realized he forgot to water Antonio. The Italian stayed like that for a few minutes, as he contemplated not getting up at all, but in the end his care for his plant won, and the Italian sluggishly got up to find a cup to fill with water. He looked around lazily, and finally found a glass in the cheap cupboard. He grabbed it and turned to the sink, immediately turning the tap.

Antonio. When he had first gotten him (he always got strange looks when referring to his plant as a him, but he tried to ignore them), he had detested the small, pathetic excuse for a tomato plant; it was shriveled and wilted, no doubt the work of Feliciano. His brother loved plants, but could never grow them - they had all ended up dead. Lovino himself didn't have much of a green thumb either, yet this barely alive plant he had tried to take care of seemed to not only live, it had grown larger and healthier than any plant he had ever seen, to his amazement.

His rather large tomato plant living on his small balcony was given to him by his younger brother years ago on their shared birthday. Though Lovino always thought about how idiotic it was to not only take care of a plant like an actual person, much less give it a name, he never could quite stop caring for him. Call it loneliness, or whatever regular people would blame it on, he felt as if the tomato plant in his apartment was his only real friend, aside from his brother.

Even if he got a lack of response from the plant while Lovino ranted about his day, or the people in it. Though, sometimes, if Lovino was looking extra carefully at his plant, he could see the leaves slightly tremble, as if his plant was laughing. But that was impossible - plants couldn't laugh, and they probably couldn't hear either.

In the beginning, he had forgotten to water Antonio, and also forgot to bring him inside when the weather got too cold - he even dropped him a few times while taking his inside. At first, he couldn't get himself to really care. Then, the plant began to grow greener, began to stand up a little straighter. It took Lovino months to realize that it still wasn't dead yet. He remembers Feliciano's visit quite clearly, he had visited him a little less than a year after gifting the tomato plant, and had commented on how green and not-dead it had become. Lovino had taken another look at it and it was true - the plant had become much healthier. If his brother hadn't been there, a warm smile would have wormed itself onto his face.

The shocking cold of water overfilling the cup jolted him out of his thoughts. He hastily turned the tap off, and put the glass down onto the counter, wiping his hands off on the rag hanging from the sink's cabinet. Grabbing the cup, Lovino strided out the balcony door with ease, smoothly walking out into the warm night air, the cool glass perspiring in his hand. He kneeled down in front of Antonio and pet one of the larger lower leaves as he slowly began to drizzle the water into the pot. "Hey there, tomato bastard..." He smiled softly as he finished dumping the rest of the liquid and sat beside the plant. "It's nice tonight, isn't it?"

He looked up at the clear night, hundreds of thousands of small pinpricks of light scattered against the inky blue-black sky. A small part of him liked to think Antonio was able to see the same sky he was seeing, and snorted as soon as the thought passed.

He let his hand keep a loose grip on the edge of the terracotta pot, continuing to look up. After a while, the loneliness he had been feeling earlier had began to creep up to him again. He let the back of his free hand rest against his forehead.

-x-

It was almost midnight already, which meant that his birthday was going to end soon. Not that it was much of a birthday, anyways. He sighed, and leaned more against Antonio's pot. Looking up again, his eyes slightly widened when a bright light flashed against the sky. He felt a smile grace his lips as he witnessed the shooting star and unintentionally gripped the pot's edge, as one thought subtly flit across his mind, barely registering the thought.

I don't want to be alone anymore.

The star disappeared as quickly as it came, and Lovino couldn't help but rebuke himself about the wish he made. Wishes didn't come true just by wishing on a star, and people didn't become easily become friends with someone with Lovino's temperament.

He let go of the pot slowly, standing up and stretching, hearing the soft pops resulting from it. He bent down to grab the glass he had set on the ground earlier, and turned away to go back inside.

"Happy Birthday, Lovino..." he murmured.

If he gave a backwards glance to Antonio, he would of seen the plant ever so slightly slightly droop.

-x-

He had a long, dreamless sleep that night, and woke up when the sun's rays wouldn't relent as it shone through the window. He stood up and stretched, remnants of last night's disappointing birthday coming back to him in slow flashes.

He slid off the bed, scratching the back of his head as he walked out into the kitchen. He brewed himself a pot of coffee, yawning. The old coffee machine seemed to be struggling with just warming up, so Lovino decided to walk out to water Antonio again.

He stepped out backwards, and turned around to see how he was do-

Lovino shrieked when a very tan, very naked man was sprawled where Antonio had been the night before.

"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The Italian screamed when the man twitched. Lovino scrambled backwards into his apartment, ducking behind the sliding glass door, warily peeking his face out. He watched the man let out a content sigh, and turned, letting Lovino have a very nice view of the man's tan backside. Panic rushed through Lovino's body as thoughts rapidly flashed in his head.

Who is he? How'd he get up here? Why is he naked?

The most prevalent and most alarming thought being, W-where is Antonio?

Looking away and shuffling back inside, Lovino grabbed the closest heavy object he could carry - his very old, very worn toaster. It had served him faithfully ever since he bought it at the store years ago - it will finally serve it's most likely final deed for him today. Holding his weapon of choice against his chest tightly, he quietly tip-toed to his balcony door, looking around to scope it out once more, silently hoping the man had woken up and somehow had gotten off the platform.

No such luck. Lovino quivered.

He breathed in deeply, still shaking slightly as he snuck up on the sleeping intruder. He lifted the toaster above his head, ready to throw it against the other's cranium, when the man suddenly snorted, and sat up, blinking sleepily.

"L-Lovi-?" Lovino, in response to the man's sudden awakening, switched into full blown out panic mode, screeched, and slammed the dull red kitchen appliance against the Spaniard's forehead. The man fell back, Lovino pulling the toaster back against his chest.

Crapcrapcrapcrap-

He looked around to see if anyone saw what had happened, and laid the toaster shakily onto the cement floor. Lovino hooked his arms under the intruder's arms and sloppily dumped him onto the worn grey couch sagging in the living room. He hovered around the tan man nervously before laying his head against the man's chest, searching for a heartbeat. It steadily pumped against his ear, the lulling beat causing him to close his eyes. Realizing what he was doing, his face flushed bright red as he stumbled backwards clumsily, landing on his bottom. The Italian bit his lip to stifle his cry.

He kept an eye on the naked man as he walked out of the living room in search of something to cover him with. After searching fruitlessly for some time trying to find a large shirt, he grabbed a towel and quickly deposited it onto the Spaniard.

Frowning, he picked up the phone to call the only person he knew who wasn't fazed by his rough personality: Alfred, the ice-cream man who lived in the downtown district of town.

"Ah - hey there, welcome to Alfred's Super Icecream shop! Would you like large, super-sized, or HERO size-"

"Bastard, it's me." Lovino growled, taking a quick peek back on the intruder. "Listen, I need help-"

"I'm not paying for your rent again, dude-" Alfred laughed, cutting the Italian off.

"No, no! I don't need help with the damn rent!" He shout-whispered and took another look behind him, before turning back around. "I found some guy on my balcony, and I think he took Antonio-"

"Your potato? Dude, that sucks! Good thing you caught him! Artie might of been next!"

"Gahhh he's not a goddamn potato - and be quiet for once you American! I need you here to help me!" He took another cautious look behind him. Good, he wasn't on the couch. "That guy could wake up any minute now and attack me! Come, before he wakes up so we can interrogate him-"

He wasn't on the couch.

crapcrapcrapcrapshittttttttt-

"..."

"Lovino?"

"ALFRED SAVE ME DUMBASSSSSSSSS!"

...It would be to not be so lonely anymore.

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haha, new story! Hmmmm, the pairings I'm putting in for sure for right now are: Spamano, and USUK

songs:

Call me - Blondie

【オリジナルPV】ハッピーシンセサイザ 歌ってみた。

Oh gawd I was laughing the whole time I wrote this pffffttttttttttt-