There is a note for Romano with Spain's curly letter writing. It reads: Romano,
Go tell Victoria I won't be able to make our guitar lesson.
With passion,
Antonio.
Romano sighs staring at the note. "Victoria? Who is that? Your new fascination?" Romano laughed at himself. Although he'd never admit it Spain and him were soul mates. Sad truth was Romano wouldn't want it any other way.
Romano knocked on France's door with a giant lump in his thought. What did this Victoria look like?
Then a little girl, about five years old, opened the door.
"Victoria?" Romano looked down, then began laughing.
"Yes, Who are you? What do you want?" The girl stared up at him with big brown eyes.
"I'm Romano of South Italy. I'm here for your guitar lesson." Romano smirks, an evil smile twitching at the corner of his lips.
Victoria's face light up and she pulled him inside, and handed him her brand new guitar. Her eyes sparkled as she touched the strings. Romano's plain unfolded when he played the first cord.
" Now, that was called… a bitch. Got it." It took everything Romano has in him not to burst out laughing. Victoria's eyes twinkled, and it then France walked through the door.
"mon petit amour" France's voice sparkled as he picked up the little girl.
"Francis! I learned how to play a bitch!" Victoria said proudly.
France looked at Romano with a very serious expression. "What did you do to my bébé?"
Romano was rolling on the floor laughing his ass off. "I can't believe she even said that. Holly shit, that just made my day!" Then he looked at France with a hard glare. 'Your BABY. Is fine. I just was teaching her guitar." Romano walked out the door as if nothing happened. Then felt a pull on his leg, he looked down slightly to see the girl staring at him . "What do you want?"
" Mr. South Italy. I'm Victoria of Seychelles. It was nice to meet you. Thanks for teaching me about bitches."
"Your welcome, I guess." Romano dusted the child off his leg and headed home to Spain. Antonio he thought I hope you're home. I missed you.