Found~Spamano

Chapter one

Stupid tomato-a bastard.

I'm-a sure you can guess why I started this stupido story like-a this?

It started with-a him!

I-a hate it when I'm forced into these-a romance stories.

Although, I'm-a sure Feliciano has told you his stupido story with that potato bastard Germany....

Anyways, I'll start this story, but it's-a gonna be long, and stupido.

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Everything I had was lost okay?

It had begun with when I was split up with Feliciano and he took his part of Italy.

He became North Italy, and I, South Italy.

At-a first, I was happy that he wasn't being annoying and yapping in my ear all the damn time.

But....it got-a lonely.

I can't-a believe I'm-a saying this, but I-a missed my brother.

He was soon taken by that idiota Austria!

I was so mad, I-a even tried merging our two countries again!

After Grandpa Rome died, I had no one but Feli....

Yet, he had grown accustomed to Austria, and that-a idiot Holy Roman Empire!

I had no one for the first couple of years.

My country continued to-a thrive, but nothing felt the same after that....

All I could do was-a watch Feliciano live with-a good family.

He brought me food, and begged Austria on many occasions to take the whole of Italy, but Austria kept saying he only wanted the stronger side.

What a musical bastard.

All he did was throw me out on the stupido street!

I knew my side of the country couldn't last long, so I needed to find someone or something to help me.

And then, I was adopted by a weird guy named Spain.

That's-a where it all began I guess.

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His first impression was that I was cute and would do everything he told me to do.

Whatever! I'm-a not taking orders from a guy who eats freaking tomatoes all the damn day!

Besides, how can you make an adorable, too cute country like me work?

Don't answer-a that bastard....

All he did was go out with those two stupido friends of his as well.

France and Prussia.

Weirdos if you-a ask me.

He would leave me all alone and I would be only forced to eat those freaking tomatoes because I was-a too young to cook!

Whenever he-a came home, the house would always be a mess, because I felt very neglected thank-a you!

He didn't scold me, surprisingly, and cleaned it-a up himself without a word.

It was odd the first few weeks.

The only time we ever spoke was when he took me home and showed me around the place.

As usual, he thought I was a girl since I wore my pink dress, but he never called me on it.

I noticed straight-a away he was the mature one in-a his little trio with France and Prussia.

Whenever I saw Felicano, he was-a so happy with Austria and his wife Hungary, and he kept asking me about mine.

It really wasn't-a half bad.

Sure, Spain was a loser and ate too many tomatoes, but he never scolded me like Grandpa.

Spain taught me a few lessons for Spanish.

At first, I-a hated it, but finding that I could-a swear in another language was hilarious to-a me.

In return, I-a taught him Italian.

The tomato bastard was-a not half bad, but that-a doesn't mean he wasn't a bastard, because he's a stupido, idiota, bastard who eats too much tomatoes and leaves too often.

I think-a this chapter is-a done for now.

Stupido bastard.....