After some requests, here is Romano! He's personally my favorite to write for XD. Oh angry Italians, why are you so funny?
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Tip #3: When in Rome, do not do as the Romans do.
"Ciao, bella!" Romano called.
You waved back, a smile growing on your face. He held your arms, then leaned toward your cheek.
"Um,"
You recoiled back, blushing. That was abrupt. He scrunched his eyebrows.
"What?"
You laughed weakly.
"You um, eheh…"
He sensed your confusion.
"Don't worry, everyone does that here. It's just a greeting, like a handshake."
"Oh," you responded sheepishly.
Of course Romano wouldn't put the moves on you like that. It was a simple gesture here, nothing out of the ordinary. He kissed you on both sides of your face, just missing your lips by a smidge. That really made you feel welcome.
As you toured around the city with your Italian friend, you couldn't help squinting at the people who passed by.
"Uh, why are there so many people holding hands?"
"It's just something everyone does," he said nonchalantly.
"Well, if everyone's doing it."
You slipped Romano's warm hand into your own, not understanding why his face was turning red. The heat maybe?
After walking around the historic piazza, you rested by a large fountain. Coins glittered under the water. You stared past the falling streams to the other side.
"Why is that boy rubbing himself with water all over?"
Romano's expression went blank.
"Everyone does that."
You blinked.
"Oh, okay."
You dipped your hands in the cool water, then brushed your arms, chest, and face with it. The sun shone intensely, giving you a sort of sheen. You weren't sure why Italians did that, but it did make you look appealing.
The rest of the day whenever you would ask why someone was doing something questionable, Romano would answer with the same, "Everyone does that."
Some of the acts were quite odd, like throwing sticks at blonde passerby or bending down for a long time while Romano stood behind you. You didn't remember hearing about any of these Italian mannerisms. Suspicion started to creep up on you.
Sitting across from the southern nation at a table, you casually glanced away, keeping him in the corner of your vision. You began once again.
"Why is that woman taking off her shirt?"
The corner of his mouth slightly twitched up.
"I thought you'd get it by now. Everyone does that."
"Romano!"
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