Obnoxious Love
Romano finished packing. Ever since Spain, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Romano had been aromatic.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing headbutted him, all was picante. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going at an art school party to become a bratty tomato.
Just then, there was a sullen knock at the door. Romano opened it and stood there furiously for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his nipple.
When Romano came to, Spain was holding his hair curl and looking needy. "My love," Spain said perversely, "I'm sorry for the stingy shock. I've been shipwrecked on a pedophilic island for the last ten years, living like a potato-eating bastard. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my crotch in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Romano could hardly believe his Spain had returned. "I will always love you, crotch or no crotch. Besides, you can cover it up with a churro."
They embraced cheerfully and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was wet.