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1. Chapter 12. Chapter 23. Chapter 34. Chapter 45. Chapter 56. Chapter 67. Chapter 78. Chapter 89. Chapter 910. Chapter 1011. Chapter 1112. Chapter 12 Next >
Mi Tomate Pequeño
Spamano
Sicily 1951
Lovino coughed, blood coming out as he did so. His little fratello was off running around, doing the work in order so he could have his damn medicine. He sniffled quietly, and his amber colored eyes looked around the hot, and crammed city street. Lovino continued to do his humiliating beggars routine for food around the food vending area, his voice pleading for any scraps they could possibly give to him. To his bitter disappointment, he was turned out every time, mostly getting rocks and such pelted at …show more content…
It was almost like it had never happened, and he laughed cheerfully.
"Well, I thought you might like to have this, you always seem to look hungry, and growing boys need their nourishment," He said, and produced a single, perfect tomato. Lovino scowled, and let out a harsh bark of laughter.
"I never asked for your help!" He said, but his stomach growling betrayed him, and the mans eyes danced slightly, as he almost tauntingly held out the tomato in front of his face.
"Hmm… Well, perhaps. But you do need it, little tomate!" He exclaimed, before dropping it into the surprised Italian boys lap. Lovino picked up the perfect fruit, breaking his gaze for a moment, and started to argue, when he noticed something.
The man had vanished.
Lovino scowled, whatever! Might as well take the damn thing. He picked it up, and started back to where he and his brother commonly set up camp, not seeing or feeling the green eyes that followed him, that smile ever present.
Hook, line and
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1. Chapter 12. Chapter 23. Chapter 34. Chapter 45. Chapter 56. Chapter 67. Chapter 78. Chapter 89. Chapter 910. Chapter 1011. Chapter 1112. Chapter 12 Next >
Mi Tomate Pequeño
Spamano
Sicily 1951
Lovino coughed, blood coming out as he did so. His little fratello was off running around, doing the work in order so he could have his damn medicine. He sniffled quietly, and his amber colored eyes looked around the hot, and crammed city street. Lovino continued to do his humiliating beggars routine for food around the food vending area, his voice pleading for any scraps they could possibly give to him. To his bitter disappointment, he was turned out every time, mostly getting rocks and such pelted at …show more content…
It was almost like it had never happened, and he laughed cheerfully.
"Well, I thought you might like to have this, you always seem to look hungry, and growing boys need their nourishment," He said, and produced a single, perfect tomato. Lovino scowled, and let out a harsh bark of laughter.
"I never asked for your help!" He said, but his stomach growling betrayed him, and the mans eyes danced slightly, as he almost tauntingly held out the tomato in front of his face.
"Hmm… Well, perhaps. But you do need it, little tomate!" He exclaimed, before dropping it into the surprised Italian boys lap. Lovino picked up the perfect fruit, breaking his gaze for a moment, and started to argue, when he noticed something.
The man had vanished.
Lovino scowled, whatever! Might as well take the damn thing. He picked it up, and started back to where he and his brother commonly set up camp, not seeing or feeling the green eyes that followed him, that smile ever present.
Hook, line and