Found~Spamano

Chapter two

Listen, it's-a stupido romance story that-a people only read for kicks.
I'd like to point out that it's-a my story ~Grazie.
I'm not going to be the damsel, because we-a all know who wear the pants in this relationship.
Anyways, as I grew up with the tomato bastard, it-a wasn't all bad.

Even once, I-a cleaned up for him.
Well, it was-a horribly done, I'm not going to lie.
Don't-a tell him that though!
As I grew up, I started to wear less and less girly clothes.
He was confused at first, but his-a expression once he found out, was hilarious.
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It started like this.

He walked into the house around four in the afternoon.
He didn't sigh as he noticed the mess as always, and I was eating a tomato on the couch.
He began to clean up and he tilted his head in confusion as he saw that I wasn't wearing a dress.

"Hola, Romano, why are you-a not wearing a dress...?" He asked confused.

"It's-a none of your business bastardo!" I said annoyed as I continued to eat the tomato.

"Well, all-a girls need to wear dresses!" He said loud and clear.

My expression was shock and humiliation.
At first, I wanted to strangle the bastard.
Then, passively throw his body in the lake, but all I-a did was laugh.

"Y-You actually think.....what a stupido bastard!" I choked out and laughed harder.

"Why are you laughing Ramono!" He said confused.

"I'm not a girl idiota! I'm a boy!" I said and continued to laugh.

Now, his expression wasn't anything
I-a SAW before.
He literally gasped and threw up all the tomatoes he was carrying.

"HOLY CRAP!" He yelled and fell on the ground with a thud.

I watched him with wide eyes and I laughed harder then ever before.

"I-Idiota! I can't believe you-a didn't know sooner!" I cried out while holding my-a stomach, since it hurt so much from-a laughing.

"Romano! How would I-a know?! You dress yourself for peats sake!" He said sitting up and rubbing his leg, since he fell on it.

"Idiota..." I muttered.

True, he did have a point of course.
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I still tease him about it from time to time.
He pretends to not know what I'm-a talking about, the tomato bastard....
Anyways.

After he found out, he bought-a me all these boy clothes.
At-a first, I wouldn't wear them.
I don't-a need any charity.
Then, after he put the South Italy logo on it, I began to wore them.

I didn't want-a to be branded as a Spaniard, even if-a that sounds a little racist....
Surprisingly, he completely understood and had the clothes sew the Italian flag on-a the front pockets.
It was-a....nice of him to do that.
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He's still a bastard, but a little less of one now.
After he had that accomplished, he worked on-a my people skills.
It.....uh... How do I-a put this?
Not good.
It's-a best I can do.

Firstly, he tried teaching me table manners.
I threw a spoon at him and ate with my hands.
Secondly, he taught me how to talk when a lady was present.
I told him to-a go screw a cactus when his sister was in-a the other room.

And finally, he tried teaching me the basics of his language.

I learned it, to his surprise, but I would usually swear at him through it.
Although, to repay him for teaching me things, I-a taught him Italian.
He was-a terrible at first, but, after a while, he really pulled through.
He only talked to me in Italian, and I-a talked to him in Spanish.

Well, it was odd growing up with the bastard, but, I-a think he was alright.
Just-a alright.