"What do you mean, am I Romano? What kind of damned trick is this French Bastard?!" Romano shouted, "How dare you take me from that tomato idiot!"
Francis looked down at the small italian nation and shrugged, "I'm asking you why you are here? You're supposed to be at least 18 by now mon ami!" Romano looked up at the frenchman, 'So he's finally cracked... I am so fucked!' He took a step back from his hiding place. 'I need to get out of here...' He looked around the room, and smelled something. 'Eggs?'
"Gotcha!" Francis chimed as he picked Romano up by his collar. Romano flailed his limbs around, cursing and condemning him to hell, all that jazz. "You've always had that potty mouth of yours mon ami."
"Let me go!" Romano yelled, continuing his hopeless assault of words. But a sound that Romano didn't expect came out, the whine of hunger.
Francis walked over to the breakfast table and set Romano on a chair. In front of him was a platter of food, "Eat," Francis commanded. Romano, not being able to stop his instincts to survive, started stuffing his face. Francis turned away from Romano to go get himself some food.
A Large slam came from the front door sounded and a voice shouted, "My Little Tomato! Where are you?!"
~~~~At Another Time~~~~
Romano woke up with a start. Sometime when the Spaniard had been caring for him, the small Italian had fallen asleep. He looked down to see that some cuts and bruises had been patched up and an empty bowl of soup was resting on the table next to him. 'The Tomato Bastard is always prepared...' Romano thought as he sat up.
His chest pain was stabilizing now, so Romano thought it was a good of time as any to go see where the Fuck he was. Standing up he looked down at his clothes and his face went red, 'that bastard changed me... Dammit!' He opened the door and left the room, embarrassed.
The house was exactly like he remembered it. Romano smelled the sweet and spicy scent of ripe tomatoes, just waiting to be eaten. He remember how carefully and earnestly that tomato bastard had taken care of his garden. The tomatoes were just the right, size, texture, and as juicy as a tomato could ever be. Romano's stomach growled, this rumbling couldn't be ignored!
Hiding among the tomato plants, Romano sat himself on the ground, and find the reddest tomato around. Oh what a treat this was going to be! Romano took a gigantic bite out of his prize, orange reddish juice slipped down his chin. Romano didn't notice the tanned Spaniard gardening his tomatoes because he was too busy cherishing the moment.
It was quite a surprise to Romano when Antonio asked, "Does it taste good?"
Romano's behind rose two feet off the ground. The tomato went flying up out of his hands and into Tony's. "Bastar- I mean don't surprise me like that, a heart attack will only add to my problems!"
Antonio frowned at that, he had seen the boy's condition, he didn't want anything else to happen to the boy who looked so much like his little tomato. "Are you doing better Mr..."
Romano didn't know what to say, he couldn't just randomly say that he was Lovino Vargas, the tomato bastard would question his sanity. "Uh... I-I'm... Um... Wh-who am I again...?" Romano laughed nervously. He turned away from Antonio hoping the tomato bastard couldn't tell he was fibbing.
"You don't remember? Oh... that's gotta be hard! ...So how about living at my place for a while?" Romano turned his head around fast.
"What's wrong with you?! Isn't it strange that a boy your age would suddenly show up at your house and not remember anything? Then you just let them stay?" Romano snapped.
"Well no... But I can tell from your eyes that you're not a bad person, it's a cool trick of mine. Also if you like tomatoes that much then I'm sure we'll get along splendidly~"
Romano looked back down, "Idiot..."
~~~~At Another- I Mean, Present Time~~~
"My Little Tomato! Where are you?!"
Francis shot over to him, "Now listen Tony... it's not what you thin-"
"I'm right here Tomato Bastard!" Romano called dropping from his chair and running over to where the two countries where. "Now why the fuck did you leave me with the French Bastard?!"
Antonio looked down at the tiny Italian, "...R-Romano...?"
Francis looked back and forth between the two of them, he then placed a hand on Tony's shoulder, "I don't know how to tell you this... but, do you believe in time travel?"
Sorry again for no Preview... I really don't know where I'm going with these stories! Please review~
