Monaco P.O.V
I was at one of my dads stupid parties, of course he invited Gilbert and Antonio (the potato bastard, as Romano puts it, kept touching my butt) so I tried to leave but this guy ran into me. "oh my God! Sorry I'm running from Romano, can you please help!?" I looked at him for a long time, he was cute, I stared until I heard Romano yelling something like cheese bastard,"follow me," I stared jogging toward my room, the stranger jogging next to me. He looks familiar, but where have I seen him? My thoughts were cut off by the door to my room. "here, you can hide in here." I opened the door. "grazie" that's how I know him! He's a pasta sibling!"if you don't mind me asking, but what is your name?" "oh, yes I don't believe we've met before, my name is Romeo Vargas, the principality of Seborga!"
Seborga, that seemed familiar....
