Man Journal Entry #1
I have no fucking clue as to why Feliciano wants me to write this. Isn't he the country's main representative? Ugh, I do not want him to cry, so I will do it, but I refuse to call it a fucking sissy ass diary. Today, the stupid FAGs showed up and interrupted my siesta! To make it worse, I find out that stupid potato bastard Germany and his stupid potato not-as-big-of-a-bastard-as-Germany-but-still-a-bastard brother 'Prussia' were there and sat next to my fratello turning him into their stupid potato bastard sandwich! Antonio wasn't so bad though. He brought me fresh tomatoes from Spain, but the pomodoros grown in my garden are still much better! Antonio being drunk out of his mind makes him extra touchy touchy, as if he wasn't before! Not that I mind. His ass is also nice to look at…
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID I JUST WRITE?! CHE CUZZO! No better fucking read this! VAFFANCULO FELICIANO! I CAN HEAR YOU BREATHING BEHIND ME! YOU BETTER NOT TELL ANYONE ESPECIALLY THAT TOMATO BASTARD! I swear; there are people I need to kill now. Was it so wrong to wish for a peaceful day?
- Romano. No, you do not have permission to call me Lovino, you stupid diary.
AN: I like swearing. The Italian here: fratello: brother; pomodoros: tomatoes; che cuzzo: what the fuck; vaffanculo: fuck off; please correct me if any are incorrect. Anyway, I hope that this was more along the lines of light-heartedness. Please, rate and review and comment or PM me or hate me or whatever I guess. Have a good rest of you night/day/unless you live in a cave but you must have internet so I am pretty sure you have internet access and time access. Shoutout to Guest, Guest, MollyLollie7, and Animefangirl101
