Alright, so I've been trying to write this time and time again. Then I realized I was putting too much effort into it. I was trying to make it pretty and poetic. Then, I realized who I was writing about. You cant' make me, Norte, and ROMANO poetic. Not that combination of personalities. So, yes. I'm sorry it took me so long. In my defense, I was trying to work with the annoying little bug I like to call Fernando.
When we were kids, our parents weren't around much. Papa was in Spain or on a boat to or from Spain. Getting to "New Spain" was time and money consuming. And Mama was usually busy with the "Adult stuff" of being a nation. I later learned that this meant she was having sex with the Spanish people. She was often visiting her sister and Alfredo. It was no fair! They never visited us! Fern and I didn't meet Al until his first birthday. His first year of being independent.
So, Norte and I were stuck with nannies. You ever had a nanny? THEY SUCK. Always breathing down your neck, telling you what to do. They always tried to keep me at home and be lady-like. Like, the hell? I'm lady-like! SHE TRIED TO MAKE ME WEAR SHOES! (You don't make Sita wear shoes, it just doesn't happen) And she would only let me in the front yard, because apparently the backyard was too dangerous or something. Norte got to do anything he wanted to do, first time asked. (Oh, don't whine)
So, when the news arrived that Papa was in docks, I knew that I wouldn't be able to see him. I was NEVER allowed at the docks, it sucked. (Of course, she picked a fight with the nanny) So, I politely ASKED the nanny if I could go to the docks. THEN we got into this big fight. I don't remember the exact argument, but I know she used stupid arguments like, "You're too young" and "That dress will clash with your shoes." The first is stupid because I was already more than double he age and the latter because I wouldn't wear the shoes past the end of the block, then I would discard them into a bush. The amount of money my nannies invested in shoes had to have made a lot of men rich.
What I do remember of the argument was that is was way intense and ended with a slap across my cheek and a lock on my door. I sat in my room for all of five minutes when Norte had poked his head into the room.
"I'm assuming you want me to wait at our tree in ten minutes?" He asked warily.
"Make it five, and be ready to run," I challenged, probably cracking my knuckles or something because I was a badass child. (-snort-) Once Fern left me in the locked room, I grabbed a bobby pin out of my hair and picked the lock. Locks were so much more primitive back then. Oh well.
I watched the nanny walk into the little kitchen when I decided that I was hungry. So, I padded in behind her. She legit, did NOT notice me. Idiot. So, I walked into the pantry and grabbed the basket of tomatoes. Mmmm, tomatoes. Not as good as chocolate, but whatever.
Now, I was a short child, like really short, so it took a lot of effort to get the basket. I ended up knocking over a jar of jam. Hmmm, maybe I should have searched for chocolate...oh well. (: I then heard the scream of the nanny and the drop of a rolling pin.
And that's when I booked it out of there. Now, picture a small, tan child running away from a middle aged women carrying a basket as large as the child. Yeah, fuckin' hilarious. (Oh, the bitter sarcasm) As soon as I saw Norte, he came and helped me carry the basket away from the raving mad woman chasing us. We ran all the way to the docks. There was no way in hell any of our nannies would ever be caught dead in the harbour.
It's always the easiest to pick out the Spanish ships in the docks. They have the flashy, big, and beautiful ships. Fucking show offs. The problem was finding Papa. Spanish troops always come in trios or so. So, Norte and I have to search each of the ships and deal with the ships' crews. This time it took us even longer because of the tomatoes. Dammit, I should have taken chocolate. We were on the second ship, in the captain's quarters, trying to find Papa when someone threw a shoe at us.
"Oi! What do you think you're doing? Get out of here, brats!" The voice belonged to a taller teenager with a weird curl on his right side of his head.
"We're looking for our Papi! Do you know him? His name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo! He's pretty awesome," Norte said, because he's weird and called Papa Papi. "Also, you've got this weird curl thing going on there. Can I like smooth it down or something? Sita's got plenty of pins to loan." Ahhhh, there's the awesome blood I know he's got hidden. (I try)
"N-no! Don't touch me! Get out! What do you kids think you're doing here?" he shouted, face red.
"Are you the captain? You look young. Doesn't he look young, Norte? How old are you?/ How old do you think he is Norte? Like, nineteen?" Wow, I talked a lot. Do I talk a lot now? (Yes, oh GOD, yes.) No? Gooid.
"Shut up! If you kids don't get out of here, el capitan will get pissed," he warned, stepping closer to us. And then Norte, oh Norte, started to scream for "Papi" at the top of his lungs. I joined in then for Papa, because we were super mature.
"Lovi~~! What's going on? Did you hear that? It sounded like- MEXICOS! There you are! We've been searching for you!" Ta-da! There's Papa! Here to save the day from the big, bad Italian. Norte and I rushed past Romano and into Papa's outstretched arms. Both of us started yelling about how mean Lovi was and how we were trying to find him but the ship was so big and the basket was weighing us down and the nanny wouldn't let me out and, and BWAHHHHH. We started bawling our eyes out. Shut up, we were children. We didn't know how to control our emotions. So, nyeh!
"Sh, sh. Hush now, my children. Let me introduce you to Lovi. He's like us. He's South Italy. Lovi~, this is Fernando and Nieve. North and South Mexico respectively. She calls him Norte and he calls her Sita. They're really sweet~" Papa introduced. From our hiding spot behind Papa's legs, Norte and I glared up at Lovi. The hatred was mutual. The glaring match that went on was not interrupted by Papa's outburst.
"OH MY GOD! ARE THOSE TOMATOES? GIMMEGIMMEGIMME~" Spain tackled the basket and quickly started to munch on one. Since the glaring match wasn't going to stop anytime soon, I grabbed a tomato of my own.
"Only if I can throw one at this Lovi kid. He's mean...I don't like him. He's really tall too..." I complained, aiming at the Italian's head. Papa started to protest and Lovi turned his head at the mention of his name. Papa started to reach up and stop me but I was too fast (being awesome and all) and I whipped the tomato at Lovi's face.
"Lolzzz, d00d. you ttly pwn'd tht tomato, d00d. it lyke was cummin at your head. But u cot it!" Norte shouted, because he's a major tool. (I did NOT say that) You might as well. because Lovi was freakin' pissed. Now, I don't remember the exact details of the next part, but this is what I'm told is what happened.
Lovi took a chomp out of the red fruit, licked his lips and promptly smashed the tomato upon my head. Next thing I know, I'm out cold.
I woke up on the couch in my house. Papa was talking animatedly to a very pissed off nanny, Lovi was sitting on the ground with the empty basket between his legs, and I found out later that Norte had been sent out to pick more tomatoes. I groggily glared at Lovi.
"Asshole, you ate all of my jitomates..." I whispered, still young enough to know that swearing was bad. Lovi just rolled his eyes.
"Whatever...I hate you."
"H-hate's a powerful word. You're not supposed to say that!"
"You let me have all the tomatoes I want and I won't hate you," Lovi said, licking his fingers for some remnants of tomatoes. I narrowed my eyes.
"Promise? You're a South half too, right? We gotta stick together. Keep our names from being forgotten. Plus, anyone who likes tomatoes can't be that bad."
And thus started the very strained friendship of me and Romano. It's gotten better over the years, but I mean, he's Lovi. He's gonna be difficult no matter how long you've known him.
A/N: What is this? Can it be? A Romano chapter? I've only been planning this since like, the second chapter. I don't even know what chapter we're on now, but wow. This took me forever. But I feel like a load is off my back because I finally finished this. This chapter honestly changed form so many times, it's ridiculous. Hope y'all enjoyed it. Don't forget to reviewwww.