This is dedicated to maxashley33 for supporting my story. Thanks!
Recap:
"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."
I looked at the boy carefully "Ciao I'm (y/n)." I say smiling at him "Mi frattelo is ~a~ mad at me." Feli trembled a bit under the cover of the tomato plant. "Come on Feli if Lovi is mad at you you can stay at my place." His face brightened up "really? Gratzi Bella!" He jumped up and down as I led him out of the tomato feilds. We walked down the cobbled streets until we stopped at a two story house with a (f/c) door. "Well this is it." The Italian looked at the house and smiled even more (If that's even possible) "can I make pasta?" He asked "all the pasta you want Feli." I said smiling as we walked in.
(Romano's P.R.O.V.)
I stared at my ceiling thinking about my idiota frattelo but somewhere along there (y/n) crossed into my mind. I love her (h/c) hair and how her (e/c) eyes glitsen mischievously. No idiota stop thinking about her! The tomato bastard looked at me before chuckling. Crap I said that out loud. "Roma has a crush si." He said smirking "was it the pretty chica in the tomato feilds?" My face flushed red "N-no!" I turned my head away from him. "She wouldn't like me anyways."
CLIFF HANGER AGAIN!
Again this story is dedicated to @maxashley33 for supporting my story.
Thanks
Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ
