The Storm That Now Has Passed
The sky darkened as Romano walked out of his house; he slowly made his way toward his tomato fields. "F***, I hate the goddamn rain it's too cold and wet." He kept his head low and failed to notice that the sky had darkened to a shade that rivaled black. He slowly turned to his left and reached his tomato fields. He walked through the small gate, into the field dotted with red. He picked up his basket hurriedly; he had finally noticed the sky's ominous shade. Just as he picked the last tomato, the sky suddenly opened up. Romano took his anger out by yelling at the sky: "what, you stupid f***ing rain drops couldn't wait till I was home?!" he grumbled as he kept his head down, trying to keep the rain from stinging his face. Just as he was about to reach his house, he bumped into something. Romano in shock had dropped all of his tomatoes. When he finished picking up his tomatoes he looked up ready to cuss out the culprit, he of course had not expected to see Francis standing before him with a weird twisted look on his face.
Romano did what Italians do best, and high tailed it out of there, and took his precious tomatoes with him.
He ran for 5 minutes till he realized he had missed his house by about a mile. He swore again ( it was along string of curses too) and walked back toward his house. After 10 minutes he was fully and thoroughly soaked with cold rain water, but safe inside his house.
Romano quickly put down his basket fully of tomatoes and sauntered upstairs to get into some dry clothes. After sometime, he came down in a white button down shirt and a simple pair of jeans. He retraced his steps and found his basket of tomatoes and then proceeded to lug them to his kitchen. Romano also felt like being lazy, and decided not to wash them, and seriously they had been exposed to rain water for so damn long. He took out his knife and slowly began to chop his previously harvested tomatoes, in a long and heavy silence.
He chopped carefully making each cut the same and perfect as he could. He focused so much that he failed to hear the multiple knocks on his front door; he also failed to notice that the visitor had entered.
The visitor walked quietly through Romano's house, in hope of finding the southern half of Italy. He finally passed the kitchen door to hear the steady sound of a knife hitting a cutting board. He smiled as he found his 'younger brother', or so he referred to Romano as, since he had raised him. He slowly and quietly made his way toward Romano, when he reached the small brunette he knew not to yell or he might get a knife stuck in him, so he instead decided to just tap him on the shoulder. Of course when he did this, Romano jumped 10 feet in the air and dropped his knife on his own hand. "ESPANA?! What the hell?! Could you not see that I was chopping tomatoes?!" Once he finished his angry tirade he finally noticed the knife on the floor with blood, his blood. Antonio also noticed this and ran to get the first aid kit.
this is my first story and i think i might actually make this a series you know, tell me what you think, k?
So this is gonna be like brotherly love, cause i don't know how to write yaoi, and i might also place a Prussia x Hungary story.
well tell me what 'cha think ok? : )