Well, here is chapter 2, something happened to the document when I went to upload chapter one when Lovi tells Spain what happened, all you see is a "!" and I added it again so now it is there :3, and it makes more sense. Sorry about that
Well, anyways, I'm kind of stuck in bed at the moment till my allergy's calm down as they are just making me feel like shit. So, this chap is when Romano kind of becomes heavily depressed and crap :3
ON WITH THE SHOW~ (I DON'T CLAIM ANY OF IT)
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Romano was pacing around his Mediterranean home, his emotions running amuck and his head hurting from all the possibilities running through his mind. Did Spain not want him? Was he doing something before coming to see him? Or was he going to go to France and speak with the Frog about what happened? All these and more were running through his mind constantly, never giving him an ounce of rest. He wasn't even able to take his siesta and that was starting to affect him emotionally and physically.
Stopping for a moment, he looks over at his abandoned cell phone on his night stand, the metallic colored device seeming to glare at him, saying that it was his entire fault Spain had hung up on him and will never call him again. Shrugging those thoughts off, he moves over to the electronic thing and picks it up, staring at it blankly, and once again, he goes through his calls and sees that Spain had yet to call him back.
Feeling even more upset, he tosses the brick onto the bed and goes to find something to eat as he hasn't eaten anything since before the party the night before. Entering the kitchen, he spots the bowl of tomatoes Spain had brought over for him the day before, to get him to go to the party, he didn't even know what it was for, for god's sake.
Sifting through his cupboards, he sees many different pastas and containers of a certain type of wheat he used to make pizza, but at the moment, all he wanted was something that Spain made. Glowering at his contents, he begins to grumble and murmur about stupid brothers and their need to stalk up the kitchen with just pasta ingredients.
Deciding to go with his cravings, he thinks of a Spanish dish that he enjoyed and loved, though he would never admit that to the Spaniard he was desperate for to call him back or come to his door. Finally, a small idea came to mind, it was of a dish that Spain made his tomatoes with, though Romano knew he would be able to make it without help… hopefully.
Going through the stuff he would need, he gathered the right spices and the other main pieces of the dish he was about to cook up. Spain had told him that it was called sorropotún, a stew that had tomatoes in it along with potatoes, though he wasn't too keen on the idea of potatoes, he would just have to make due if he was going to make this dish correctly. Setting up his ingredients accordingly, he starts up on the dish, hoping that he will be able to make it right…..
~About an two hours later…..~
Romano busied himself with cleaning up the things he used and went back to check on the simmering pot of stew. Pulling the top off, he takes in the scents and smells of the food, and gave a tiny, but sure smile. He had achieved what he wanted to do, and that was to make it correctly. Finishing with his cleaning, he goes and grabs a bowl for himself, but grabs a couple more in case his fratello decided that now was a great time to come visit him, as his brother wasn't the brightest of people, nor the most tactful.
Serving himself some, he stops as he is about to take a bite. Setting his spoon down, he looks at the stew carefully, his eyes clouded and misty with thought. The source of said thoughts, were centered on the country that had procured such a dish that he had made. Suddenly getting angry, Romano shoves the bowl across the table and into the wall, his hair shadowing his eyes as he tries to control the feelings that had come up at the sight of the Spanish dish.
Shaken out of his revere, he hears the incessant knocking at his door, grumbling darkly, he walks out of the kitchen and down the spacious hall to the front door, where he can clearly see the worried face of his brother.
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Well, there is the second chapter. :3 My head hurts now and so does my neck, be grateful that I even updated for you rotten people who care not for reviewing, but I am being a hypocrite~ Love you all who have added this story to their alerts, I greatly appreciate it. If you are wondering any of you, I am my own editor and such. Well, that's all for now, school is starting back up for me, but I will work on the next chapter tonight…. I think, and I will see about uploading it soon :D
Ciao~