It's mainly Spamano, but some Gerita, (mabbe Fruk), appear.
Some deaths, but, well, no horror!
Human names used :3
Pardon me if I make some grammar mistakes...English isn't really my first language!
I always listen to Spain's or Romano's character song or Uta no Oyabun (Utabun)'s songs or Irobun's songs (although he mostly does Belgium fandub). I recently listened to 'Oyabun Signal' by Utabun and Irobun and it was just too cute! *fangirl*
(1) I'm not sure if 'Diga' is used as hello (on telephones) in Spanish…. I'm can't speak Spanish fluently so please don't kill me if I got it wrong!
"Geez, don't you fucking have eyes? I mean, it's a fucking market, so you shouldn't be—"
Person in front of him just went on and on about how stupid Antonio was, but he couldn't care less about what he was saying.
-Roma….! He opened his mouth but he couldn't find his voice.
"—are you fucking listening to me. Bastard?"
…what?
...crap, he totally missed what he said and if this person was actually a reincarnation of Romano, he would—
"DAMMMMMMIT! This is why I didn't want to come to freaking Spain!"
…yup. He was going to, well, be pissed off.
Romano-looking-person walked right up to him. Like, right up to him and glared right into his green eyes.
—may be he should say something? It was so awkward!
"Give me that fucking tomato, bastard."
"Is your name possibly Romano?" they both asked at the same time.
…wow. That was a stupid question to ask. There was no way that his name would be Romano! It wasn't even a name in the first place!
Gee…this person was looking at him funny now.
"No, bastard. What kind of name is that? I have a better name—like, Lovino, thank you very much," he pouted.
—So cute!
He looked like him. Lovino looked like Romano. He, well, even spoke like Romano.
…But that wasn't enough. He needed know if this person was actually Romano for hundred percent.
…Even though he was pretty sure this was Romano.
"…Are you Italian by any chance?" he forced a smile.
Lovino immediately blushed.
-So cute!
…okay, he should calm down...
Although he wanted to hug him and wanted to tell him 'welcome back' and 'I missed you'….
….he had to hold those feelings and temptation for now. He had to be patient.
"Is…" Lovino muttered.
-?
"Is…my Italian accent that thick?" he whispered.
-!
Antonio was surprised. He didn't expect him to say that. He really didn't expect this reaction. He just asked him because, well, it would be weird if a person who used to represent Italy was reincarnated in Spain.
…..but obviously Lovino took that question as a comment on his Italian accent.
-okay, he should really, definitely calm down, but—
-So cute!
"Chigi! You're staring at me weirdly, bastard! Fine, you can have that fucking tomato! I'm gonna go!" Lovino growled and turned around.
…...wait, what?
"Wha—WAIT!"
He couldn't lose him now that he finally found him...!
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—Think, Spain. How am I going to keep touch with Rom—oops, Lovino?
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…Then an idea came into his head.
—what the hell was wrong with that bastard?
…...well, at least he gave the tomato back to him. Not many Spaniards do that.
"Feliciano, I'm home," he said as he took his shoes off.
His younger brother popped out from his bedroom and smiled.
"Welcome back, fratello! Papa is out beca—"
"Of course that damn bastard is out. All he cares about is his work."
Feliciano just kept his smile weakly.
—chigi, his brother was just too soft.
There was an awkward silence now and Romano just couldn't stand it.
"Ah, um—guess what, Feli? I met this Spaniard today at the mall!"
Lovino jumped on a couch as Feliciano sat across from him, looking curious.
"Ahaha, of course, fratello! We're in Spain—of course we see Spanish people," his brother giggled.
"No, no, he was different from other Spaniards…well; he asked me if I was Italian."
Feli's smile disappeared a little.
...did he say something he shouldn't have?
-chi, he hated awkward moments.
"And, um, oh, guess what he asked me before that?"
"...what, Lovi?"
His smile came back! ….Thank God.
"He asked me if my name was Romano."
-!
Feliciano smile immediately vanished and he stood up.
"….Feli?"
—What was going on?
Feliciano grabbed Lovino's shoulders. Hard.
"Lovi, do you have his phone number? Or his address? Or anything about him?"
—what the hell?
"-no, dammit! Tsu, you're hurting me!"
Feliciano's grab loosened a bit, but it was still tight.
…..Gee, what was so great about that bastard?
"And I just met him, like, a second ago! There is no way—"
Tap.
…what was that?
"…Something fell from your pocket, Lovi." Feliciano let go of Lovi's shoulders and pointed at the paper.
…what is that?
Lovino took it and unfolded it.
...what the fuck?
-Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. Blah, blah, blah. A phone number?
Who the hell was Anto—
Oh, P.S.
P.S. I hope the tomato tastes good! :)
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"DAMMIT, that bastard!" Lovino also got off from the sofa, cussing.
Feliciano looked at him, confused.
-When the hell-?
"What is it, brother?"
-When the hell did he-?
"….could that be…?"
"When the hell did he put his fucking phone number in my pocket?"
"Could that be Sp—that stranger's phone number?"
The twins screamed at each other at the same time.
"Merci, Spain! You saved my life, you know." Francis thanked him as he got the wine out and opened it.
…?
"I thought that wine was for the dinner?"
Francis glanced at him and flashed his usual flirting smile as he went into the kitchen to look for a wine glass. "Mon ami, I can't resist the call of wine, can I now? Spanish wine is the best compare to any wine—well, may be except to mine and…hm, you-know-who's…."
Spain just let out a hollow laugh. So, according to Francis, he ranked third…but he couldn't care less.
...because you-know-who…was back.
"Hey… Francis…"
"Oui, mon ami?" Francis came out from the kitchen, sipping on Antonio's wine.
-should I tell him?
He hesitated, but a second later, he decided to. After all, Francis was the one who grieved with him over….Romano's death….with him. He deserved to know. He did adore Veniciano and Romano as much as Antonio did.
"…? Mon ami? Something wrong?"
"Eh? Oh, nope. Uh….."
-?
"Italy is back."
PFFFFFFFFFFFT-
….Heh, epic spit of wine. It almost shot across the living room!
"….Quoi qu'est-ce que te dis?"
-he must have been friends with Francis for a long time because he understood what he said.
"I said 'Italy is back', Francis. Well, I guess it's more like…..Italies are back?"
Francis stared at him as if he was mental.
…..hmm, he probably did sound a little crazy.
"Um, Antonio—" oh, not mon ami. Unusual for him "—I'll go home now and how about you take a rest and calm your brain a little? You sound—"
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing, Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing—!
…?
Telephone?
…..could that be from—?
He picked it up slowly. Very slowly.
Breathe, Spain. Breathe.
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... "…Diga?" (1)
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"Ciao, Spain. I'm back."