I was taking a walk in beautiful southern Italy. A patches of tomatoes could be seen anywhere you looked.
"Damed tomato bastardo and my idiota frattello." A boy cursed while working in the fields "making me do all of this work." I approached him carefully my white sun dress moving gracefully. "Pardon ragazzi?" I asked "do you need help?" His cheeks turned tomato red "n-no I don't want any help from an idiota Ragazza like you." I was taken aback slightly but i just joined him and he whistled a tune. "Hey I know that song!" I smiled and sang the lyrics with him.
"Your a very good singer for a Ragazza." He smiled a bit "and you my stubborn friend." A spanish man drove up in a car. "Lovi let's go amigo!" The dark haired italian looked at me "ciao bella idiota ragazza." He smirked "My name is (y/n)!" I shouted to him "Lovino!" He waved goodbye to me. "Bella mi frattello is ~a~ gone right?" A closed eyed boy came out of a tomato plant "who are you?" I asked the younger italian "I'm Feliciano but a pretty Ragazza like you can call me Feli."
Me: CLIFF HANGER!
