Romano's Diary

82

Oh, the weather outside is frightful

But the fire is so delightful

And since we've not no place to go

Spain, you bastardo, I want a tomato~

It doesn't show no signs of-a shutting up

And I've brought my fists for popping

The lights are turned way down low

Italy get away from the bastardo potato~

When I finally punch-a your face

I hate going out in a rage

But if you really hold me tight

All the way home I'll break your rib cage-

Spain: Romano, that's not how the song goes!! ;-;