"Hey, Toni." I muttered as the cheerful Spaniard walked past me after that little meeting.

"Lovi?" Antonio stopped and turned to smile at me.

"We all know what happened the last time we played with the Allies." I put on a dark tone, risking the guy calling me "cute."

"Si?"

"Just...Don't die...Okay bastard?"

"What will chu do if I survive?" The tomato bastard asked, a teasing smile on his face.

"I'll buy you a turtle." I turned my head to the side so I could blush in peace.

"A turtle? Really?" His green eyes lit up with excitement.

"Yes. A turtle. We can name him sénior tomate and he can live in a little tank and eat Feli's pasta."

"I don't think turtles should be eatin- Wait. We?"

Shoot.

"Yeah. We. Tí Amo you damn bastard."

"Really? Lovi! I'm so happy!" He hugged me to the point that I couldn't breathe.

"Obviously." I muttered.

"Te amo." He whispered. I could feel that damn blush growing on my face again.

"Yeah. Whatever."