"Lovi~ Italy~ Want to have some fun~?"

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT YOU TOMATO BASTARD!" Romano shouted.

"Lovi~ Your so cute when you're angry, but not as much as when you blush like-" Romano took that moment to grab the 'Tomato Bastard' by the collar.

Romano whispered, "If you say 'like a tomato' I'm gonna make it so you can't DO IT for the next six months." A look of horror came to Spain's face for a moment.

It quickly disappeared as Spain smirked, "Oh Lovi~ Always his cheery self!"

Italy looked up from his own plate of pasta with a smile, "Where do you think we should go Sey-chan?"

Seychelles looked down at the table thinking, "Well… what about an amusement park?" She asked.

"Oh fun!" Spain squealed, "A water park maybe? I wonder what Seychelles would think of Lovi in a Speedo~?"Romano let out a wave of Italian curses directed at the Spaniard; Italy just looked confused, not realizing the hidden meaning behind what Spain said. Seychelles blushed maroon. Spain had found out at one of the drinking parties he had with Seychelles, that the little island nation had loved the cursing Italian.

As Seychelles quickly took another bite of her pasta noodles, Spain stopped Romano from ripping out what appeared to be his throat. Oh, if looks could kill, Spain's body would already be decomposing. Before any PHYSICAL injuries could be made, Italy said there was a carnival going on downtown we could attend. Seychelles agreed, along with Spain. They all left dragging poor South Italy.

~~~~Awesome-oh-of-course-it-is time passing line!~~~~

Passing booth by booth Seychelles's eye caught site of a giant, stuffed, catfish. Seychelles stared at it in admiration; Spain looked over at her with a smirk. "Lovi~?" He whispered in Romano's ear, he flinched.

"What Tomato Bastard? Dovrei strappare la gola dalla prima…"

"You see that catfish up there? The beige one? I see that some lady has their eye on it~" Romano looked over at her; she appeared to be in some kind of trance. He looked to see that the game was supposed to be some type of bowling, unfortunately, Romano didn't think very highly of the game.

But, being the stubborn country he was, he stepped up to the booth. He gave his money to a large guy with shaggy blonde hair. He wore a floral laid back shirt and jean shorts.

"Duuude~ Whazzup Spain~?" The guy asked, Seychelles strangely recognized him, 'Is he a country?'

"Hola America, are you running this here booth?" Spain answered in a question, 'Oh, America! I guess I didn't recognize him without his jacket and a giant pile of hamburgers…'

"Yup! How many balls would you like pal?" He said in Romano's direction. Apparently, Romano didn't like to be called 'pal.' Seychelles guessed that she should add that name to his list of things he hates being called.

Restraining himself, he asked for two, "How many points does he need to have to get that charming catfish?" Spain asked. Seychelles looked in between Spain and Romano with a look of confusion, 'Why was Romano trying to get that catfish?'

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Hope you liked the second chapter~ Nii-nii(Spain) kept nagging me to write the next chapter and how can I refuse my hermano mayor? Ciao for now~ XD