Ciao Tomato bastard,
….I'm not even going to say anything about that.
Then you're pretty damn lucky that you haven't gotten even more sick.
OF COURSE I'M RIGHT! JUST TELL HER TO SUCK IT UP AND DEAL WITH WHATEVER IT
IS!
Romano
Lovi~
Oh…you went back to calling me t-tomato bastard…why? O-okay, then don't say anything about it…
Yeah, I know I'm lucky…but no one ever said my luck was going to last…
I can't just do that, Lovi! Are you insane? She's eight years old! Eight! Ocho! Otto! As you Italians would say!
Non posso lasciarla Romano. Se fosse tuo fratello, che hai appena lasciato?
There, I yelled at you in Italian, not Spanish. Happy?
Antonio
P.S. Weren't you coming to London?
Translation: "I can't just leave her Romano. If it were your brother, would you just leave him?"
I'm sorry for the Italian! –gets shot—sorry