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Chapter 7: Romano is that you?
I couldn't risk growing up to fast, since I'm a country I grow according to my population. I couldn't grow up to fast because Alba would get suspicious. I did all I could so I would grow like a normal child.
One thing that I did and was not proud of was lighting a large village on fire. I didn't mean to light the WHOLE village on fire!
They always say to not give a child a lighter, so how could I have known better?
It was just another day when Alba took me out to tour Italy. That memory is a bit fuzzy, though.
Wait.
Now I remember better because I get so mad every time I think about that day. That was the day I learned that Alba smoked.
I hate the smell of cigarette smoke, so damn much. It can cause infections, or even worse... cancer! I had to get her to stop. We visited a village where one of Alba's old friends lived. While she wasn't looking, I carefully slipped the lighter from her back pocket, and threw it in a near haystack. Alba, her friend, and I got out, but the rest of the village wasn't so lucky.
Alba never smoked again after that little incident.
Another time I let a mass murderer on the loose. I don't even remember how I was even capable of it. Just... don't ask.
This caused many people to move away from Italy, especially South Italy.
But I'd do anything to stay with Alba. I loved her, but she couldn't know that I was a nation! I don't know what would happen if Alba knew or if she would even believe me...
I liked being a normal child. I loved school, but I was quite a troublemaker. Once, I squirted a whole bottle of glue into Emily' hair, which is a girl in my class. It was really funny... until Alba found out.
Alba didn't treat me special because I was an 'abandoned' child, I was disciplined like any other child.
But no matter what happened, I loved Alba, and I'll kill you if you lay your hands on her.
We visited Donato's grave a lot. Even though I didn't know him, I felt like we were brothers. I'd tell him how school was going, how Alba was feeling, and how much I wished I could've met him. Her husband wanted to be cremated, so Alba keeps the urn was in his office.
Alba doesn't blame him for what happened. How could he have known that there was a drunk driver on the road? Although, there are times she gets choked up about it... and she says she wants to forget everything, but I always say not to forget her past.
I started forgetting my past life though. Like it was a bad dream. The only person I try to remember was my brother and how I had to keep Italy from populating. Also to hide every time we saw him walking the streets of Italy (which has actually only happened only twice.)
I discovered that Alba was a wonderful Italian cook. She taught me how to cook amazing italian dishes like Double Tomato Bruschetta, Italian Tomato and Basil Pasta, and Tomato and Basil Pizza.
I.. um...still really like tomatoes if you hadn't guessed.
A few weeks after Alba found me, I pushed her to pursue her dream of becoming an Italian chef. Alba bought a restaurant in a small, quiet town with a petite apartment on top where we can stay together and settle down in.
When it was time to pack up and move, it was a little hard for Alba to get rid of some of Donato and her husband's things, of course I didn't want her to, but she insisted.
We were very happy owning a small business in a small. Surely... um... Italy, or whatever my brother's names is, won't find us.
It was perfect. I loved it. I was home.
Nobody could ruin this. Except Italy, my stupid brother. (I started unclassifying my self as Italy. I was Lovino now. Lovino Bello.)
"Alba? What's for di-" I was interrupted by our doorbell ringing.
"I'll get it Alba!" I called to her in the kitchen.
"Okay, Lovi! I'll be there in a sec." she yelled back.
I got off the couch where I was sitting and walked over to the door and opened it, to reveal a horrid sight.
"Romano? Is that you?"
Cliffhanger!
Finally! The story is going somewhere! By the way, I have no idea if the whole "population" thing is true.
Chapter 8 will be up soon(: Love You!3
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