A Strange Fetish
A black haired girl stepped out of a blue car with the Philippine's flag on the side.
Her name was Aleni's Sutabanguan, representing the Philippines.
And she had a strange fetish for running her hand through people's hair.
Yes, she was totally obsessed with hair.
Looking around, she saw Romano, the grouchy Italian, and her first victim.
"Ooh, nice hair."
She waltzed over and struck up a conversation, eyes glinting mischievously now and then.
He never noticed, instead snapping back at her.
After obtaining the wanted information, she smirked and turned around, walking a few steps away.
He turned also, and began to complain to his companion, who responded by calling him a tomato.
"Ne, ne, mi tomate, did you notice Miss Philippines's eyes? They were flashing quite dangerously."
"Yeah right. You idiot Antonio, stop thinking about those stuff."
Aleni turned around, laughing maniacally.
"Oh, but mister Romano, he was right."
And she grabbed him by the sleeve and proceeded to brush his hair with her nimble fingers.
Catching sight of a certain curl, she paused and examined it.
Antonio began to giggle, and he blushed quite red when Aleni asked why.
"Mi tomate, it's hard to explain, I guess you could say-"
They were interrupted by a very loud (manly) scream, and Romano hurriedly pushing Aleni and Antonio away.
"Don't touch my curl. Never. Ever. No sir."
Aleni looked confused for a second, and Antonio turned redder, but Aleni put aside her confusion and grabbed the said Italian, brushing his hair again.
She kept away from his curl for some time, but her curiosity grew to the point that her fingers were aching to tug on it.
So she did.
And Romano froze.
Like, froze.
Antonio began to run far, far away, but Aleni stared at Romano, wondering what had happened to his previous struggles.
"No reply."
The tanned Philippino girl tugged on it again, then wound it around her finger, pulling hard.
It refused to be plucked, so she contented herself with twirling it.
Romano's face began to get redder and redder, and he groaned quite loudly, before letting loose a rather girly
"CH-CHI~GI~~!"
Aleni jumped back, not expecting that as a reaction.
"Th-that curl is evil."
Romano was still panting, and he began running after Antonio, who was screaming from fright.
Aleni tried to piece it all together, but figuring things out was not her specialty.
At last, though, she succeeded and blushed.
"What have I done…."
She didn't see Romano and Antonio for a while, though, after that, but when she did, Romano's pants were wet.
And I don't mean like he had to go really bad.
No, something completely different.
The End