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Forgiveness?

Romano glared at Spain, who had-unfortunately-been the one to bring him his letter.

"Calm down, Lovi!" the cheerful Spaniard said, using Romano's hated nickname. "Just answer the question!"

Romano's glare intensified. "I'm gonna answer it, bastardo! And don't call me that!!!!" He snatched the envelope out of his hand and tore it open.

Dear Romano,

Okay, that was a little mean, sorry Romano! >.< Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?

-Breezillaa

Romano's eyes softened slightly as he read the question. "W-well," he said, unable to hide the stutter in his voice, "I-a guess it's alright....but you-a gotta get me-a tomatoes! Otherwise... dont bother, alright?"

Spain glomped the foul-mouthed Italian whom he raised. "Oh Lovi! Look at you, being all mature and forgiving! You're so grown up now!"

"Gah! Get off-a me, Tomato Bastard!!!"

"But you're so cute!"

Italy smiled at his brother and Spain. "Ve~ They-a seem to be getting along-a just fine! Thanks for your question! Hasta la pasta~"