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A/N:This is the sequel of Romano In Wonderland. XD I don't think you need to read it to gasp the idea of this sequel though, but I guess that information may be a little necessary...I really am not sure... *Sighs* Hush up...I may be the writing, but I don't control my stories they control me. ;A; Oh, well, ENJOY! =D


My name is Lovino Vargas and I am the best half nation of the world. Hell yeah, South Italy!

Just as a record four months ago I made a wish. A fucking retarded wish and an even more retarded angel granted my wish. To everyone it was just a dream, even to that Tomato Bastard. But the cross necklace I now wear everywhere (Because it fucking bad ass!) reminds me it wasn't a fucking dream…or nightmare. It was real dammit. Since all of that shit I got put though from that wish, I swore never to make a wish again. No matter how pissed off I was.

But if you fucking knew me, I got pissed off really easily. Mostly because everyone around is a fucking moron who has no brains. I mean only person is in the same boat as me as having a fucking idiotic boyfriend…wait…friend…no, d-dammit…annoying sack of shit that won't leave them alone, okay! D-dammit…and sadly that was England. Fucking Tea-sucking Bastard knew how I felt. That's fucking messed up.

I'm doing pretty good on not making stupid ass wishes. So, thank fucking god for that.

"LOVI~" I growled as I heard that bastard call me.

"What, Bastard!" I growled already pissed we had a fucking meeting today. Yes, today on a fucking SATURDAY! I should be still sleeping dammit.

"Lovi~ I missed you~!" I growled as Tomato Bastard hugged me for dear life. Dammit! Sometimes I wished that bastard would act more like that fucking tea-sucking bastard…..

"….." I stared wide eye in front of me. Not believing I fucking broke my goal, after fucking four months. "DAMMIT!" I screamed scaring the shit out of Tomato bastard and all the people actually awake walking the sidewalks. First, I have to go to a fucking meeting on Saturday, and to make it worse it's in fucking Potato Bastard's land and now…now I had to make sure no fucking retarded drunk angel shows up! GOD DAMMIT IT ALL!


"Come on Iggy~!" The American screamed trying to get a few more minutes…or hours of sleep.

"No, you bloody brat! We are going to be late! Up, Now!" the English man yelled. He was always uptight and hated to be late for anything.

"NOOO~~!" The American whined as he hid from the sun as the English man opened hit curtains.

"Oh my…must you act like such a child?" The English asked completely at a loss of words.

"Do you gotta act like there's a stick up your ass…I bet you Germany's stick~!" The American complained from under his covers.

The English man blush as he growled. "Bloody hell, Brat! Act you age and get up!"

The American thought of every nation he knew was still sleeping and remember England hated Spain. He smirked. "Damn Iggy! I wish you were laidback like Spain~!"

The English man stomped. "SHUT-UP! BLOODY BRAT! FINE YOU BE LATE! BUT I WILL NOT!" The American smiled as he heard the door slammed shut. Yay~! Now a few more minutes and then I'll get ready. The American thought as he fell back to sleep easily.


I glared at Tomato Bastard. My eyes never leaving him; as we were walking into the meeting room, as we took out fucking seats, my eyes never left his body. Come out, come out wherever you are, you fucking drunk angel.

I noticed Tomato Bastard wasn't too keen on my glaring, but what the fuck ever. I don't care. It's his fucking fault I made a wish in the first place….Damn bastard.

"I-I need to go potty~!" Tomato bastard said as he ran away from my glare. GOD DAMMIT! Running away like the bastard he was!


The English man sighed. He needed to wash his face with cold water. That bloody American gives me such headaches… The English man was shocked to see as he went into the men's restroom a small angel that looked like him sitting on the ground. What the…did I use a cloning spell today? I don't think so.

The English man turned as he heard a relived sigh. Bloody hell, it's Spain!

The English man glared Spain down as Spain glared at him mumbling about 'never getting a break'. They both only stopped glaring each other down as the small angel giggled. "Perfect~!" The angel sang.

"What? England is that you?" The Spaniard asked before turning to the normal England. "Then who are who?"

The Angel seemed distressed at being called 'England'. "I'm not England! I'm the Britannia Angel!"

"Who?" Both men asked confused.

"Forget it! I…" The angel raised his star wand; making the English man know just who that angel was. "Grant, Alfred's and Lovino's WISH!" The angel said as magic dust hit both men in the head making them pass out. "Hell yeah! Round 2 begins!" The angel cheered as he disappeared from thin air, right before a small Italian walked into the bathroom and screamed his little head off.

"VE~ OLDER BROTHER SPAIN AND ENGLAND ARE DEAD! WAAAAHHHHH!"