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Red Sauce- SpainxRomano

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“What…”

Lovino stared at the plate in front of him, a look of pure horror on his face.

”…is this shit, Antonio?”

The Spanish man smiled nervously, staring at the Italian from across the table. “They’re just french-fries, Lovi…”

Lovino picked up a fry between his fingers, holding it away from him like it was a dirty rag. “…I…asked for something to eat for lunch…and you make me this?” He blanched, dropping the offending item. “What the hell are you getting at? You getting some sick pleasure from this or something?”

“Lovi, please, I just—“

“Maledizione!” He pushed the plate away from him, sticking out his tongue in disgust. “Just…merda, Antonio! Why would you try to feed me something that potato bastard would eat? Seriously!” Lovino’s chair grated against the ground as he stood, crossing his arm. “There’s a reason that hamburger idiot named those after that wine freak! They’re disgusting!”

Antonio had resigned to his fate with a tired smile, nibbling on a fry. There was no reasoning with Lovino when he was in a state like this.

And a state it was. The Italian walked around the table, closer to Antonio as he eyed the plate. “Dio! Are you stupid? What made you think I would like these grease sticks? But what’s worse than that…” Lovino pointed to the puddle of red goop on the plate. “…is that shit!”

The fry fell out of Antonio’s mouth. “…The ketchup? You don’t like ketchup? But why not? It’s made out of toma—”

“Don’t even say it!” The Spaniard was certain he would have lost an eye if he had moved a moment too slow, Lovino jabbing a finger toward him. “Don’t even say it! Shit!” He paced across the room, massaging his temples. “That shit is nothing like tomatoes! It’s just vinegar and water! That’s fucking disgusting! How can people eat food with that nasty shit coating it? It’s a disgrace!”

He gave the plate a long look before turning his back to it with a “Tch!” walking over to the fridge. “Make me something else, you bastard. I’m not touching that shit.” He crossed his arms stubbornly, waiting for Antonio to respond. However, the seconds dragged on and Antonio didn’t issue a peep. Irritated, Lovino spun around with a scowl. “Did you hear me, you ass—’

His comment was cut off by Antonio’s lips on his, wiping the argument from his mind.

Antonio broke the kiss after what seemed like hours to Lovino, a smile on his face. “¿y ahorra qúe? Taste any better?”

Lovino only stared, mind completely muddled. He noticed something wet on his lip, licking them instinctively…only to taste something tangy. Antonio’s smile grew as he held up a handful of ketchup covered fries, placing another on in his mouth as he approached the younger man.

The shock only lasted for a second before Lovino began to stutter, backing away from Antonio’s advances. “C-Chigi! G-get away from me, you freak! Gah, that’s gross! Vattene!”



Even though he would never admit it to Antonio, he found himself liking ketchup a little bit more.

Just a little bit.
Written for :iconchamo-chan: as eternal thanks for my Germany plushie~ <3

I dunno, though. XD Really, I just had an epiphany one day that Romano probably wouldn't like ketchup. It's ruining the good name of the tomato! D< (I on the other hand hate tomatoes and love ketchup. X3) And then this popped into my head.

So....yup yup. Uber short as always. OTL Oh well, I'm working my way back to my prime! :shakefish:

Yay for getting a book on bad Italian slang! >3<

maledizione: Goddammit
merda: shit
dio: God
y ahorra qúe: and now what

Hetalia (c) Himaruya Hidekaz
Story (c) Me
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