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Hot Tomato - Spamano

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   Romano smiled joyfully, being he was alone had no one to witness his smile, as he skipped, also because no one was around, through the tomato garden.
   But suddenly he stopped as a beautiful red tomato caught his eye.
   "Mmm," he hummed as he picked it and brought it to his mouth.
   But, as with the skipping, he stopped suddenly. He remembered the pasta he'd eaten with his brother the night before and the deliciousness of the tomato sauce that covered it.
   Now he looked at the tomato quizically. "I wonder how you'd taste heated up?"
   So, glancing around to make sure he was still alone, he skipped back up to the house he shared with Spain.
   Upon seeing the door was still locked, he knew Spain was still at one of his various meetings.
   So he put a frying pan on the stove and placed his nice, ripe tomato in the middle.
   "You're going to be so delicious, mio pomodoro(my tomato.)"
   Finally, the tomato seemed done enough to him.
   He turned the stove off and carefully pricked the tomato with a fork.
   Spain walked in just as Romano took a large bite and screamed in pain from the burning.
   "Aah! Dammit, Spain!"
   Spain looked incredulous, though simultaneously worried about his little Lovi. "What did I do? I just got home!"
   "It's your fault my mouth burns, you bastard!"
   "Your mouth burns from a tomato?"
   "Yes, you bastard!"
   Spain quickly came up to Romano, wrapping his arms around the smaller country's waist, kissing him like the passionate Spaniard he was, rubbing his cold tongue against the entire inside of Romano's mouth.
   Romano gave in quickly to the taste of Spain's tongue, mouth practically watering, before he realized what he was doing and pushed the Spaniard away with a harsh shove.
   "What the hell, bastard?!" he shouted.
   "I was making you feel better!" Spain smiled.
   Romano blushed and looked away until the question surfaced his mind and he turned back to the older country. "Spain...why is your tongue cold?"
   "I was sucking on a popsicle!"
   "Sucking...on a popsicle?"
   "Si!"
   Romano shook his head, blushing deeply. "Whatever. Just kiss me again, you bastard."
Just going to say, I'm tired and it's three fifty-five in the morning.
Well, hope you enjoy.
Goodnight!
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XD someone get Romano a popsicle