Romano's Journal—a short Spamano drabble
Dear Spain,
You fucking idiot. It's not like I'm in love with you. It's not like I adore you, treasure you. I totally don't find it cute, the way you always have a slight blush of life in your cheeks against you tan skin, barely noticeable. It's definitely not adorable when you eat tomatoes, and some of the juice drips down your chin. I don't blush so hard when you dance that I have to hide my face. I don't enjoy the rough feel of your hand after a long day in the tomato fields. It's not cute, the way you snore quietly when taking a siesta,. That obliviousness of yours is something I don't find adorable at all. Your friendliness is really annoying, why are you so nice to France? I don't think you're amazing. It's not like I'm in love with you..
p.s. Spain, I meant the opposite. Except for the part about France.
Lovino Vargas