Romano sulked into the bathroom and stripped himself of his shirt. He threw it across the room where it hung over the side of the toilet, dangerously close to the water. He marched over to the tomato print curtain and shed his boxers before cutting the water on.
"Stupid tomato bastard always…." His complaint was cut short by a soothing pounding on his head.
His hips began to sway and he began to hum a tune as he smeared shampoo on his head. But soon, the tune became a song, and before long Romano was singing at the top of his lungs.
I don't like tomatoes and I think they don't like me,
I wouldn't say I hate them and they're not my enemy~
He closed his eyes and didn't even hear the words as the flowed from his mouth
We do our best to Co-Exist by staying far apart….
I don't like tomatoes, they always make me FAR…
Romano allowed a childish giggle to slip past his lips
Too un-happy!
He burst out laughing as he scrubbed his body with a wash cloth covered in soap.
Now you might like tomatoes, and that's okay with me
But please don't put one on my plate or splat one on my knee~
He missed a shuffling sound outside his curtain as a certain Spaniard settled in for a show.
Spaghetti sauce, tomato soup, I love with all my heart~
But I don't like tomatoes, they always make me FAR….
He snickered at the lyrics.
~~Too unhappy~~
Romano finished his song with a dramatic swoop of his arm just as the last swirl of water flowed down the drain and a giggling Spain rushed out the door spilling popcorn on his way out.
Hehe Ironic choice of song there Romano ={D Next chapter is going to be depressing, but, it'll get better!