….WHAT THE HELL! Why's the French bastard writing this? And don't call
me Lovi! Only Veneziano or Spain can call me that! And if you tell him I said
that I'll have the mafia after your ** so fast it'll make your head spin!
And stop bragging about how good your cooking is. If it wasn't for the fact
that brow bastard burns everything he touches I'd compare your cooking to
his.
And it would take way too damn long to list all the reasons why you need one.
Go ask someone who cares.
Leave me and my brother alone!
Romano
P.S. good. Suffer.
Lovi~
Lo siento. France took the liberty of going through my mail while I was sleeping. I'm sorry.
Aww, only I can call you Lovi? I'm flattered…really, I am.
I'm so confused. What were you and France talking about anyway? I do prefer your cooking over his though; escargot just makes my stomach churn…
Romano, do me a favour and take notes at the next World Meeting for me. I won't be there…this sickness is keeping me bedridden. And I wouldn't mind another bowl of that delicious soup you made me.
…If you don't mind.
Please come over…I'm getting lonely and France is getting on my nerves…short fuse when I'm sick, ¿sí?
Mucho amor,
Antonio
P.S.: Please bring some warm weather with you…its rainy today. Te amo, Lovi~