A/N: JUST TO WARN YOU THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A MINOR AMOUNT OF SMUT, IF YOU DO NOT LIKE IT THEN PLEASE JUST DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER

I woke pretty late in the morning, about 10:20 or so, the sunlight beaming in through the windows but not touching my bed at all, amazingly. Letting out a yawn I stumbled out of bed and looked down the walkway, no one around, at least as far as I could tell. It was eerily quiet; I could hear the early morning sounds of nearby Madrid, but nothing from anyone here, not even Antonio, who wasn't exactly known for being quiet.

Almost tiptoeing my way down the walkway towards the main area I glanced around, sun coming in through almost brown in some of the windows which hadn't had a good clean, on closer inspection there was some cleaning equipment near it, and a sleeping older man, a slightly tired expression on his face.

It made me smile, the work attitude around here was interesting, work hard and if you are tired you take a nap, then you seem to be able to do everything so much easier, I don't think we do that back in Italy…Anyway, I was heading into the kitchen when I saw Antonio, wearing a pair of baggy, brown pants and a white shirt saying Kiss me, I'm the SPANISH cook, a groggy look plastered across his face.

"Up late last night?" I asked softly, poking most of my body into the room, smiling softly. He smiled back and groaned a little, sipping at his coffee, offering me a seat. I obliged and sat next to him in an awkward silence for about a minute or two. Nibbling on some toast I glanced at him every so often, he seemed to be gaining some colour back into his cheeks, a small smile etched into his face now.

"So Christina, what do you wanna do today? We could go and swim with some turtles, see how the tomatoes are doing down in the garden or we could even go play some soccer with the children from the local school!" He exclaimed enthusiastically. He really seemed keen on doing something, anything; I had already went swimming the day before and I don't think I really had any soccer gear with me I suppose that checking the garden was the only thing we could do at the moment.

"I suppose we could go and check on your garden then Antonio." He snickered at my decision as if I hadn't gotten the full picture, which of course I hadn't. "What? What's so funny?" I asked, determined that he answer at least that. All he did was usher me over with a finger as we walked out the door, into the car as he drove this time, down a different path than the one we usually drove on, it was a little smoother and had a lot of turns and corners in it.

I had been with Antonio in Spain for a week and had seen neither hide nor hair of Francis or anyone else really. My dad hadn't even called either, at least he hadn't called me, maybe he had rung Antonio at some point, "Hey Toni, have you gotten a call from papa yet?" I asked, still keeping my eyes out the window, his face only just in the faint reflection.

He blinked before smiling again, "Oh si, it was two days ago I think, he asked how you were settling in and if you'd been hurt yet, he mentioned your previous visit to the hospital and I almost reconsidered you going kitesurfing…" he said almost in a melancholy attitude. It made me sheepish, I'd rather avoid another trip as well, and who knows what state I might be in at that stage. Eventually we reached his "Garden" and I could see why he snickered, it was an orchard. Seemingly endless rows upon rows of tomato vines and plants, a few trees dotting the area and a small house with a storage barn I assumed.

He pulled up beside the house and got out, running around and opening my door for me, it made me blush a little, but I was fairly certain that he didn't see it. We both walked into the house and he pointed to a small changing room with some farm hand outfits. "Change, and don't forget some sunscreen, you'll bake if you don't…" he said strictly, walking briskly into another change room and shutting the door. It took me about five minutes to get changed and apply some sunscreen and I stepped out with my hands on my hips and a broad smile on my face. I thought the outfit was a little too exposing at the hips, but Antoino pointed out that's where the tool pouches would go and if you had anything on under that patch you would sweat too much. His outfit had the same problem so I didn't argue.

I checked the time before we headed out, he said to leave most of my stuff, including my phone, it would fry itself in my pocket if I didn't anyway so I left it with my clothes. It was about 10 or so when we stepped out into the Spanish sun, the golden rays immediately upon, not hot yet, a pleasant warm was more like it. We walked towards one of the walls of vines that had red fruit (Yes tomato is a fruit) growing from them left right and centre, they looked absolutely delicious. Antonio smirked and gestured to a particularly large one. "Go ahead, try one, I usually do when I get peckish on the job." He said almost beaming as I slowly reached for it and grasped it in my palm. "Don't squeeze the tomato, just twist your hand slowly…" he instructed. I did as told and I heard a tiny snap sound and the plump red fruit was now in my hand and away from the plant.

"W-wow…It's bigger than anyone I've ever seen…What do you use?" I asked curiously, wondering if he used any chemicals or secret practices to get their size up.

"Just the Spanish soil, sun and water! Tender loving care here and there and most of all…Passion."

I looked at him somewhat confused, "Passion? What do you mean, like very happy words or is it…"

He smiled and cut me off "It's more of what I do, if tomatoes are my passion, then they will grow and prosper as I work, I suppose it's a matter of aura Christina." He said dreamily, it was almost like he had drifted off into a dreamland as he blinked a few moments later. "Anyway, we should continue checking on them, after you please!" he gestured broadly ahead of us with a sweeping motion from one arm, the other around my shoulders. We walked along the vines for a while; he would crack the occasional joke or two and point out anything of interest. He never stopped smiling either; he hadn't stopped since we got out here. Perhaps he loved his work; it was the case with most things actually, ever since I got here I've noticed Spain always seems to smile. Not that there's anything wrong with that, I love to smile too and it nothing that's happened so far has stopped me smiling yet.

Time passed faster than I had realised and I soon found myself being really, really tired. I mentioned it to Antonio and he mentioned there was a perfectly good tree up ahead. "Are you sure that's okay though? Aren't there other people that work here though?" I asked, glancing between him and the tree.

"Only some days, with the Running of The Bulls coming up it has been just me for a week, I don't mind really, it's all in aid of something bigger." He sighed happily, gesturing again to the tree. "Take a quick nap; I've got plenty of more work for you later anyway." He said chuckling as I walked over to it. It was a fairly sturdy looking tree, thick branches almost all the way to the top and a very thick trunk at the base, perfect. I took off the tool pouches; they only had secateurs and a hammer anyways and set them against the tree as I lay back against it as well, smiling softly.

I tried to go to sleep, really I did, but for some reason I just couldn't. I kept looking at the clouds; they were formed as if a giant, invisible hand was ripping them to pieces slowly in zero gravity. I could see every edge and curve on the fluffy, white clouds, giving them a real 3D depth that was almost mesmerizing. I nibbled at the tomato every now and then before I started to feel a little guilty about skipping out on the work. I stood up and stretched, feeling rather limber and relaxed; I didn't even know what the time was so I would probably have to find Antonio. Well, that depended on me being able to find him…That didn't sound to promising, all the long almost never ending lines of tomatoes looked the same. I poked my head around the corner of one of them and looked left and right, it was empty. Moving forward I reached the next one, still nibbling on my tomato as I looked right and left again.

I managed to find Antonio this time; he was humming a calming tune as he worked the plants, it was extremely calming. Slowly walking over he paused for a moment, looking at me, smiling as usual and continued on with his work, humming. It was so calming that I almost fell, weak at the knees. He seemed to notice and sat down from his work. "That was the shortest nap I've seen…" he commented, grinning a little.

"I-I couldn't fall asleep, I just lay there, looking at the sky, looking at the clouds." I said, almost putting myself back in trance thinking about how tranquil it was watching the clouds, smiling softly as all my troubles lifted away into the sky, carried away by the fluffy clouds. I lay there, my head in Antonio's lap as I watched the sky, sighing happily. I didn't mind when he ran a finger through my hair, it made me giggle. Everything was so tranquil that I just didn't feel like moving at all. Every now and then I took a nibble of my tomato, I'm surprised that I hadn't finished it yet, maybe I'd eaten three, my memory was hazy so I had no idea.

"Christina…Are you awake Christina?" I heard Antonio whisper as I had my eyes closed. I let out a light nod and mumble as if to say yes and I'm certain his smile grew a little, if I could see it. "Do you want to stay here Christina? You could if you wanted." I opened my eyes immediately, blinking a little. I suppose I could stay here, so peaceful, happy and fun. I guess I wouldn't mind working more because the rewards for the said work were greater. I could keep Antonio company, help work the tomato orchard and take a nap when needed, it seemed like a heavenly idea.

"I…guess I could stay, if my dad said yes…" Of course I would have to ask papa, I'd be crazy not to. And even if I didn't, I suppose that Antonio would, either way there would be a high probability he would say yes. But what about all the friends I had made, the other countries? I guess I could leave to visit them if I liked but I wouldn't get to see them for ages at a time…I sighed aloud, unable to make up my mind at the moment. I closed my eyes again but felt something against my forehead, for a moment I thought it might be a raindrop but the weather was too perfect here at the moment so I looked up a little and saw Antonio leaning over me a little.

"Something wrong senorita?" He asked sweetly, pouting a little. I realized my cheeks were going a rosy pink, heating up just a little as I started to blush. "I understand if you want to make up your mind, but if you could be persuaded to stay I could most definitely make it up to you, after all you are such a beautiful girl Christina." The pink in my cheeks quickly turned to red as I covered my lips with two fingers, a confused look on my face. "It's the truth; I've seen the way some of the other nations look at you, please tell me you've noticed it too."

Now that he mentioned it I suppose he was right, I thought back to the meeting and I swear Russia and maybe Austria were looking at me. There was also Kiku and I guess I just got a confession from Antonio. So what was he trying to do? He was asking me to stay, so I suppose he wanted me away from the wandering eyes of other countries…Ugh I can't focus, there's too much running through my mind. "I know what happened at the party after the meeting, I suppose it was part of the game but I was rather jealous of France and what happened to you; wouldn't it have been better if my lips had been pressed softly to yours?" Antonio seemed so friendly; it was so calm and peaceful that it seemed almost impossible to shut out that idea. His hands moved down my sides until they reached my exposed skin and I shut my eyes, face almost rose red, the idea flooding through my mind: Him and I alone in that cupboard, his soft smile leaning ever so closer. I just couldn't take it, he was driving me mad. I couldn't control myself, the next thing I knew our faces were almost touching and my lips softly pressed to his, my eyes wide and semi- confused.

He held my cheeks softly, lifting me up a little from his lap as the embrace held a little longer, I couldn't think, it was just me and him alone in the Tomato Orchard among the vines…a-and I liked it... a lot. I parted his lips with a tiny gasp; resting my head back on his lap, feeling happy, guilty and confused at the same time, it's not a nice feeling, let me assure you. "I-I'd like to go back Antonio…I-I need to get my own space for a little while and think." I said quietly, my voice almost a whisper.

He nodded slowly, having heard me clearly as he sat me up and stood looking around. "Of course, I'll take you back and return here, I still have some work to do…" He took me to the house and let me change, not doing it himself and put me in the car, driving quickly to his house. I got out about 10 minutes later and I watched him go, a small dust trail spinning behind the silver Mercedes.

I walked slowly around his mini villa, trying to get something to catch my attention, something to distract myself from what happened earlier, already feeling torn between the Japanese boy I left in Italy and the Spanish flirt that fell out of the sky…Hang on, I was the one who fell out of the sky, whoops. My fingers trailed across the cool stone walls, looking down at the floor a little as I noticed there was absolutely no one else around, barely a sound. I couldn't think of anything to do so I trudged back to my room, shutting the door and flopping on the bed, looking at the DVD plater and TV across from me.

I suppose there was something I could to to keep myself entertained for a little while, I hadn't done in ages and I guess Antonio would be gone for a while…I pushed my pants down about halfway down my legs, feeling a tiny cool breeze on my legs, shivering softly as I lifted up my shirt, cupping a hand under my bra, squeezing a little, blushing pink. I shook a little, running my other hand to my waist, rubbing my thighs a little before slipping it between my legs, squeezing a little harder with my other hand, gasping louder. I began to rub slowly against my panties, panting a little harder as I slipped my fingers under my bra, groping my chest more and more, cheeks starting to go red as warm feelings started travelling up my spine.

Rubbing harder and faster against my underwear a tiny moan escaped my lips "Hnn…" I undid my bra nd dropped it over the edge of the bed, fondling and squeezing my chest more and more, panting louder as my body started to heat up. I couldn't stop, I didn't want to stop really, it just felt too good. I slipped my trousers and panties off, beginning to rub my fingers slowly against my womanhood, my closed and face flushed red, pinching and twisting my nipples a little, and letting off sharp gasps and moans every time I did. Eventually I slipped a finger inside me, eyes wide in a gasp as I moved it slowly in and out, starting to make squelching noises which made my face go a dark crimson as I kept going, leaving my breasts alone for a little while. I took my now free hand and ran it up and down my thighs, breathing loudly and whimpering erotically every now and then, shaking ever so slightly.

"Unnnh, K-Kiku..." I moaned slowly, picturing something amazing in my mind as I continued to pleasure myself. But something else started to slowly appear, Antonio crept in to my daydream and they seemed to fight over me a little, while still trying to please me. I-I'm not going to visualize what I was day dreaming, but it was really weird and awesome at the same time. Eventually I slipped in another finger, the squelches getting louder and louder as I could feel myself reaching my limit. I panted and moaned louder and louder, even reaching small cries before I was overcome by a white rush of nothing but pleasure, making my mind blank as I arched my back just a little, panting heavily when I regained my senses.

"G-good god…That was intense…" From there I hurriedly went to have a shower, in my underwear before stretching in the sun to dry off indoors. I put on the rest of my clothes and decided to watch a Monty Python movie to pass the rest of the time till Antonio returned. When he did he had quite an excited look on his face and was rather cool the way he was right in front of the sunset. "Tomorrow's the day Christina! Tomorrow we run with the bulls!" he exclaimed in an ecstatic tone.