"Spain!" I heard Italy say from the other room. I decided it was time to tell him hi so I got up and walked into the hallways, leaving Romano in the living room by himself.
Italy was glomping Spain while Spain said,"He's still cute." And when you thought about that he sounded like the pervert, France.
I glared at Spain as if waiting for something. He stared back at me.
"Well?" I asked him.
"Yes?" He asked back. He was teasing me...and I didn't like it one bit.
I crossed my arms and pouted, thus causing Spain to glomp me and say,"Your so cute! No wonder Romano likes you! You two are made for each other!"
I was blushing at the thought of what Antonio had just said. But, even thought I was blushing, I couldn't breath!
"Your choking her, you tomato bastard!" Romano yelled as he pulled Spain off of me.
Spain rubbed the back of his neck as Romano yelled at him for 'almost killing me!' and how he would kill Spain with one tomato if I died.
"You really like this girl don't you?" Spain teased Romano as he tasseled his hair.
"Don't do that, dammit!" He then had a little fit. I giggled. It was funny that Romano could still have little fits like he did when he was little.
Italy came up next to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "He really does! He never stops talking about you, I don't blame him!" I blushed a deep red color.
"How could you say that! Your my brother!" Romano said, continuing with his fit on Italy.
"Well I want to know how Natasha feels." Spain said. Everyone looked at me. I turned an ever darker shade of red, if that was even possible.
I couldn't help all of the embarrassment put on me so I ran out the door.
"Great! Now look what you did you damn tomato bastard!"
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I ran into the house and went straight to mother. She was in the kitchen chopping vegetables.
"I'm having boy problems!" I yelled at her. She put her knife down, wiped her hands on her black apron, and turned to me.
"I knew this day would come." She said. "So what do you need help with?" I loved my mother she was like a mother then also like a friend.
"I am so tired of them bothering me! So what if I like Lovino!"
"You fell for the Mafia?" My mother shook her head, then she smiled. "Did you know that your dad was the bad boy of the school when we were your age? You probably get what kind of boys you like from me." She put her hand on my shoulder and gave me an assuring nod. "I wish the best for you." She then went back to cutting the vegetables.
"Thanks mom." I said. And right before I left the kitchen my mother said,"You better tell you dad that you fell for the Mafia tonight at dinner."
"A-alright." I said in a shaky voice.
Ah, crap! I need to tell my dad! He's gonna have a huge fit! Then Kyle will too!
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I poked at my steamed carrot. I picked it up with my fork and pulled it to my mouth. I chewed then swallowed. I looked down.
My mother gave a fake cough and said,"Natasha, don't you want to tell your father something?"
Here it come I thought.
"I like the Mafia next door!" I shouted it before stomping up to my room.
Damn was I a little brat.
I slammed my door closed and collapsed on my bed. Any minute now my dad would come up to yell at me.
I waited the entire night but,...He never came. He must've fully approved that I liked Lovino.
Before I went to sleep that night I smiled.
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Lol...that was a fun chapter to write!