Soccer with the Italy brothers
Romano sighed and crossed his arms. It was a warm, sunny Thursday afternoon. Romano, however, felt the exact opposite. Damn bastard He muttered, referring to Spain. How could he just leave me here without another word? Romano took a bite out of his tomato and scowled.
Italy sighed sadly and drooped his shoulders as he walked aimlessly. He wasn't used to being totally alone. Germany and Japan were at a meeting with the Allies and had told him he could not come along, fearing he would be a major distraction. Italy sighed again and his stomach growled. I should of packed some pasta for lunch before I left, He thought sadly. Suddenly, something caught his eye.
And suddenly Italy didn't feel lonely anymore. He had finally spotted company…And a crate of delicious tomatoes!