Thanks for all the reviews and alerts/favorites! It really did make my day. I would have uploaded a chapter earlier but I got really sick over the weekend ;~; You're all wonderful tomatoes~

p.s rock lee is awesome, annie is awesome, I had no idea romano was so spicy, and the word arf makes me laugh uncontrollably.

I'm So Lost, I'm So Cold

Chapter 3

I had the worse fucking dream ever. I was in a cell, tied up. That English bastard was yanking my curl. Next to me was Antonio, shackled and naked. I heard a pounding noise in my dream and woke up.

What the hell? I still heard the pounding. I looked next to myself and saw Feliciano snoozing away. I may have given him a kiss on the cheek. Just as a thanks for making me feel better, dammit! I rubbed my eyes and put my slippers on. I dragged myself downstairs and found the source of the pounding. Wait,I only know of one extremely obnoxious person and I hate that bastard.

I peeked through the peephole on the front door and saw a huge blue eye staring back at me. "Hey, Romano!" the asshole yelled. I staggered backwards and let out a shriek. Of course it was America. What the hell did he want? He continued to pound on the door.

"Get out of here, bastard!

"C'mon, open up!"

"Get the fuck OUT!"

"I brought you some tomatoes, though."

Damn, he knows I can't say no to tomatoes. I slowly opened the door and peeked out. He walked in without me saying anything and dropped a box of tomatoes on the kitchen counter. Alfred sat himself down on one of the stools and ran a hand through his golden hair.

"We need to talk," he muttered in a serious tone.

"What the hell about?"

"This is on a serious note, Romano."

I glared at him. He must obviously know what happened, that bastard England and him were quite close. Kinda like the tomato and cheese on a pizza, the needed each other. I'm not sure who was going out with who, and I didn't give a fuck. I just wanted to know what Alfred needed to talk to me about

"What happened with Spain?"

"I... let me get Feliciano so I don't have to tell the story twice."

I came back down a minute later dragging a very sleepy Feliciano. I poured him a cup of hot chocolate and gave him a biscotti.

"Grazie, fratello~ What's the occasion?"

"Story time."

"Ah, okay I understand," he said, getting quiet.

"So what happened, Romano?"

Once again I hesitated. Feliciano placed his hand on mine and I clenched my teeth. What the hell, why is it so hard to say it? I opened my mouth and no words came out. Flashbacks flew through my mind again. I kicked the stool next to me in frustration and stormed out. I went into my car and slammed the accelerator.

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