Elizabeth's pov
I smiled and skipped around the streets of Italy . It was so beautiful here man I wish Russia was this beautiful. I was wearing a t-shirt that says . I like my men like I like my pasta Hot and Italian. I stopped skipping and walked at a soft pace . I stopped at a tomato shop . Two men were running it . I could tell one wasn't Italian . I started to walk away till I ran into a brick wall. I jumped back and looked up and saw a man . A very well toned man I might add . He looked down at me with concern in his eyes .
" bella are U ok?? " he asked reaching up and softly placing his hand on my bruised cheek . (( bella = beautiful))
I nodded even the it hurt like hell. I heard him sigh . I felt my self being lifted into the air . I opened my eyes and saw he was carrying me to a car. I looked at him .
" what's your name " I ask or demand some were in between.
". Romano " he said a little to sternly.
That's when it hit me . This was Italy's hot headed brother.
