"Hey, Romano, you have a letter."
"What the fuck? Already?"
"You must be popular~"
"Shut up Spagna"
Romano took the envelope in his hands, admiring the neat handwriting on the back that clearly wrote: "To Roma" He gingerly opened it, sitting down on the couch and munching on a snack Spain had made for him earlier.
To Roma,
What is your normal day? Do you have a special routine?
-Susanrocksy
"Hm.. A special routine? Oi, Spain!"
"Hm~? Yes?"
"Do I have a special routine in the mornings?"
"Well, does being grumpy count?"
Romano frowned, only proving Spain's point, "Shut it. I'll just write this myself. Now go away."
"Meanie~"
Romano rolled his eyes, taking a nice pen and a piece of stationary.
Susanrocksy,
My normal day, you ask? Well, being Italian, I wake up later than everyone. Sometimes I even sleep in more than my Fratellino - That's an accomplishment. I don't really do much in the mornings and I certainly don't dress up or any shit like that. I couldn't care less. It's just Spain seeing me anyways. (Stupid tomato bastard) I guess I do have a special routine though. I always drink a cappuccino in the mornings and have a biscotti (It's an Italian biscuit - usually sweetened). It's become a habit, I suppose.
Grazie for writing me. I thought America was fucking insane for wanting to do this but... It's actually kind of fun.
Don't tell him I said that.
-Romano
