I'm not owned Hetalia.
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'This is stupid…'
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That's what Lovino Vargas can only think at the moment. As the rain was pouring and didn't seem to be stopped any time soon, Romano groaned in annoyance. London would never ever be his favorite place, if it still rained likes some angels were peeing from the sky.
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Lovino looks over to the clouds with a scowl on his face.
He hates rain.
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'And why in the hell am I doing here?... ' With his own question in his mind, he smirked.
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Because of some stupid annoying bastard… or his fratello kept saying that he was afraid to come here in London since all of food here is pretty, pretty… bad as hell. Even though, it is his works at all to came here and interview the new-born famous criminal writer who had made the circulation of his series more than seventy millions books already. And those series are also famous in Italy, his national country. That's why he is here, in London.
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Sure, he's a columnist with his fratello, but he always the one who wrote the columns while his fratello always be the one who interviewed those famous people.
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Lovino and Feliciano Vargas… his fratello are twins. But their personalities are different as the heaven and the hell. Lovino was like a demon while Feliciano liked an angel. He's moody, arrogant, always frowning. His fratello is so… talkative, friendly and always smile.
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No. That doesn't matter to talk or think about anyway.
The point is that he still hates rain, and he still stuck with this stupid rain, and it's so annoying!
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He'd better arrive that damned writer house as soon as he could before he started yelling at the rain like a mad man in front of people now.
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Stupid fratello, Stupid rain and Stupid damned writer bastard.
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Sorry for such a terrible grammar and bad summary.
I don't know how to make a... what do youcall? space? line? yeah... something like that. So it's ended up . I'm such a fool... stupid me.