Romano X Reader Tomato Fields

Romano X Reader

Tomato Fields.

Hetalia

Chapter 1

It was another hot day at your home. The sun was shining brightly; too bright in fact, you were forced to cover your (e/c) eyes from the blinding golden light as you looked forwards out into the field of green and red. Your (h/l) (h/c) hair flowing gracefully around your face in the breeze. But yet you loved this, the sun beating on your head, the moist smell of dew and tomatoes in the morning. Yes tomatoes. You happened to own a tomato farm.-Along with some other vegetables- A big one. And so another day started, you put on your sun glasses and a straw hat, then grabbed your big basket and went right to work. Slowly you walked down the rows of ripening tomatoes. Once you where half way out into the field you stopped and keeled down starting to pluck the fresh and ripe tomatoes from there vines. Not many of them where bad, a couple would be bruised and punctured, you left them there until they were fully ripe. The really bad ones - ones that you were afraid held disease - you plucked and put in a plastic bag that was hanging off your hip. Once your basket was full you sighed and stood up wiping your forehead and looking around. 'It seems the other workers are out and working now.' You thought to yourself.
Tomatoes where to soft and delicate for a machine to harvest them, so you had workers to help you.-Plus you never hand enough money for a machine- It was too much for you to do all by yourself. You moved some of your soft and now slightly sweaty (h/c) hair behind your ear as you headed back to your house to drop off a few tomatoes for yourself, the rest would be packaged and sold at the open market in town. That was one thing you loved about this town, they had a market about twice a week. On Mondays and Thursdays they would let you set up a booth in the town square to sell whatever you liked. You of course sold tomatoes, a few different types to be precise. You headed towards your house, it wasn’t too big or fancy, just a decent house with two floors, on the upper floor there were four bed rooms and a bathroom. One of the bed rooms you used as storage for things you could not place. On the bottom floor was the wine cellar and a rec room, in between the floors was where the living room and kitchen was. That was where you were heading now to the kitchen. You swung open the door and walked in, leaving your sneakers on as you headed straight into the kitchen where you swung open the fridge and placed four tomatoes inside before grabbing a bottle of water and then closing the fridge. You then continued on out to the store shed where you put the tomatoes in a bin then went back to your house to fix dinner. You stepped back outside for a moment and rang the bell three times calling your friend Elizabeta over. She quickly got the hint and hurried over to the front door of your home where you were waiting. She gave you a warm smile and waved at she ran to your location. You politely smiled and waved back to your long-time friend as she finally got to you, her breathing barley affected. She had a good metabolism. "Hello (y/n) did you need somezing?" She asked you softly. "Yes in fact I would like you to help me prepare and then eat dinner with me. That's if you don't mind." You replied with a smile, she blinked a few times and then took your hand pulling you into the house behind her a big smile to her face."Yesh! Vhat shall we have?" She asked still dragging you, only stopping to give you both a moment to remove your shoes then continued to drag you. "Ah, hey easy!" You complained and then sighed as you both walked into the kitchen. "Hmm. I don't know how about.. Chicken and um-" you started only to be cut off by Elizabeta "Potatoes!" She said happily. "And corn" you added, gaining a nod of approval from her. "Okay let's get to work!" She chirped happily as she begun to get out the things you would both need for dinner.

~~~~~~~~time skip~~~~~~~

You took a deep breath as you stood in front of your sink with Elizabeta to your left, your hands in the hot soapy water as you washed the dishes from the dinner you just ate. "So vhen are we setting up ze shop?" Elizabeta asked referring to the vegetable stands the two of you would set up in town. You glanced at her then back down at your hands - that where scrubbing at a spot on the plate- as you thought about that. It took you a few moments to reply, but she waited patiently as you rinsed the plate and handed it to her. "How about tomorrow afternoon? It will be busy in town so we would have a better chance to sell more with more people." You looked at her face for a moment as she gave this a quick think through. "Yes, I zhink zat vill be perfect." She agreed then took the plate and dried it before returning it to where it belongs. Once you two where done with the dishes you and Elizabeta went into the living room and sat down watching the news for a bit then got distracted with a movie. After a while it started to get dark and Elizabeta was starting to fall asleep. You giggled as you watched her struggle with trying to stay awake. Her eyes would droop and then her head would fall slightly, then she would partly jump and wake up a bit only to repeat the process. You pat her head and got up. "Go to bed, dear" she looked up at you and nodded before slowly wobbling to her feet and heading off towards a bed room. Slowly may I add? You then went back outside to see if any of the workers where still here. You noticed a few still in the field’s, then turned off the light over your door, it was dark now so you rang the bell twice to tell the workers to give up for the day. You then returned to the living room and turned off the TV and lights before turning and heading up the stairs going to your own room. You flicked on the light and looked around your room for a moment. It was a fair size room for the house you lived in. You had a (f/c) canopy bed to the right sticking out from the wall and across from it were a dresser, and then right in front of the window was a desk that looked out over the fields. And next to the door was a vanity with a big mirror. The room its self was nice and always calmed you down to be in here. It had an old vintage feeling to it. You took a deep breath of the air and went to sit at your desk to finish off some work. You wrote up some checks, signed a few sheets of paper then you just sat and looked out the window for a while watching the moon rising in the distance. Its glow partly lit up the tomato field. You took a deep breath and leaned forwards onto your desk as you watched over the field for a bit before getting up and flicking off the bed room light, then crawling into the beds awaiting warm grasp. You lay there for a while staring at the ceiling, now that it was time for bed you weren’t really tired, so instead you flicked on the bedside lamp, gripped a book off your nightstand and sat up starting to read.(Ha I shall make you read! I am zee god I make zee rules! ... Yeah. Sorry. At least it’s not Twilight? Unless that's what you want to read.. Then uhh have fun?)

~~~~Romanos P.O.V~~~~

Somewhere else in the town was an annoyed Italian man who was doing his best to ignore his overly optimistic hyper Spanish friend. Lovino growled under his breath as Antonio started going on about his visit to town today and about some woman he met. "And then I went to this little cafe~ the lady that served me-" he was soon cut off by Lovino who started to walk away "Good for-a you. I'm-a hungry." He missed the mock hurt look on Antonio's face as he left the room. Antonio followed him into the kitchen as Lovino swung open the fridge and took a good long look in, looking for one thing. His favorite food. Toni licked his lips before speaking. "Where all out of tomatoes Lovi. But we can pick up some at the market tomorrow~" Lovino's eye twitched at the new information the Spanish man just gave him then turned to glare at him. "What do-a you mean-a were out of-a tomatoes, bastard!?" Lovi almost yelled, Antonio lift his hand to the back of his head where he scratched it awkwardly. "Si, sorry amigo we used the last for dinner last night." Lovino closed the fridge roughly and sighed, then turned and opened the cupboard pulling out some pasta and cooking that. Toni smiled happily and clapped his hands in front of him once. "So amigo do you need any- " "No." Lovino once again cut him off and continued preparing the pasta. Antonio's smile never faltered as he nodded and put his hands on his hips. "Now, now, Lovi no need to be cranky, we will buy lots tomorrow!" "Don't-a call me that Bastard! And-a I know!" The Italian snapped and put the pot now full of water on the stove top. "Okay okay~ and I will never stop!" Antonio sang as he left the room before Lovi could say anymore. Lovino just rolled his eyes and went back to cooking his dinner. Though it never felt the same without his beloved tomatoes... He went to the wall that separated the kitchen from the rest of the house and peeked around it to see if he could see or hear the Spaniard. After a moment of listening he heard nothing then smirked. He went back to the stove and turned it off, he then quietly snuck out to the front of the house sliding on his shoes and coat then opening the front door, wincing as it made a low creaking, he sighed and slid his small body through the crack, closing the door behind him, before quickly hurrying off into the night. " I will not wait-a till tomorrow, bastard!" He whispered to himself as he took off out the dirt road where the tomato farm was he would have tomatoes for dinner if it’s the last thing he does.