" Damn it!'' Romano cursed as he cut himself with a knife as he was preparing tomatoes. 'It actually feels... good 'romano thought, 'maybe if I do it more, then all of the lonliness will go away' At that moment, Spain entered the room and greetd Romano with a giant bear hug, as usuall the only response he got was an " Get off of me, you damn tomato bastard'' that Romano was so used to saying. Spain heard a bit of despair in his usually angry voice.
" mi tomate, what's wrong" Spain asked, worriedly, of course he got the same old reply that romano has said for the past 500 years, a " Nothings wrong with me you bastard!"
Romano was not used to pouring out his feelings, instead he bottled them up and only popped his cap every other century.
"Romano,I know that there is something wrong with you, you're never like this. " Spain continued " I have known you for a very long time, and you never out on an angry face but have despair in your eyes..." spain trailed off as romano furrowed his eyebrows ( :( ..) " what is bothering you lovino?" spain whispered to himself, sadly romano overheard, dug the knife a good two inches into the cutting board and went outside to drive to a local vineyard.
" Maybe Romano needs a little time alone" Spain concluded. As he went outside to his favorite tomato patch that he grew at Romano's house. He will always worry about his Tomato.
Romano sped off in his ferrari ( to me Italy has the green Ferrari and Romano has the red one )to the vineyard 10 miles away from his villa in the country side. Tears were blurring his veiw." Stupid Espana, Nothings wrong with me! I am perfectly..." Romano thought about his position, his past and all of the other things bad and wrong with his life.
Espana wanting to trade him for his brother, Spain and his endless brotherly love, how Romano wanted Spain to be something more than a brother. He knew spainn would only reject his love, because he never wanted him in the first place, he only wanted his brother. his stupid younger brother which he always tried to protect, but once again got rejected. His stupid brother always got in the middle of things, always had what he wanted, always getting loved, Stupid Rome for always thinking about Italy instead of Romano.
STUPID LIFE, why arent you ever fair? ROmano constanly thought. Why? a simple three lettered question that still bothered the human race. one litlle word.