Found~Spamano

Chapter six

A few days later, I noticed The tomato bastard becoming....weaker.

I just thought he was-a getting lazier at his jobs as I-a might have, but I saw the hazy look on his eyes whenever the tried doing work.

So, for some odd reason, I began to grow worried for him.

He gave me a weak smile every time he came to make breakfast of course, but it-a wasn't the same.

Sometimes, it-a would be me making breakfast while he slept in a bit.

Not that I-a minded.

A part of me knew why he was so weak.

Turkey, enraged that he couldn't take me, attacked Spain all around.

Spain's residents began leaving, and I-a understood then why he had red eyes.

So, one day, when he was fast asleep, I cleaned the house fully for the first time in-a my life!

Don't get me wrong, I-a hated it, but I did it for the tomato bast-Spain.

Spain began growing weaker and weaker, and so I began to bring him tomatoes in bed.

The guys practically lived off them, so it was easy to find tomato-themed recipes online.

Hell, there was even freaking tomato cereal!

It-a was pretty disgusting in my opinion, but you-a better not tell anyone that.

Anyways, I couldn't help but be afraid of how Spain could easily disappear.

Besides, that was my job.

And, of course, for the fact I couldn't bare to see him this-a way.

I mean, who would make me food?!

So, I took action, and surrendered myself to Turkey.

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I was just standing there like an idiot doing it, and he-a made me get on my knees to bow for the Turkish bastard. He got off his horse and came over to me, before grinning maniacally and picking me up. He stared me down for a moment when he noticed something.
All I did was glare back, but he set me down at walked back away, slowly.

"....YOU'RE A GUY." He screeched and ran away.

Seriously though, that was the most hilarious thing I-a ever seen! His stupido mask even-a fell off! It was a great-a day that day.

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It only lasted a good five minutes before I hear a distraught Spain screaming my name.

"ROMANOOOO!" He yelled out, and I turned to see him gasping for air as he neared me, running almost a mile a minute.

He looked the strongest I have ever seen him be, and I stood there glaring at-a him as always.

"What? Don't-a get so dramatic you idiot..." I muttered.

He was just standing there, continuing to piss me off as he-a watched me.

"What?! You're freaking me out bastard..." I muttered darkly and stomped away.

I could still feel his eyes watch me as I stomped my way back to our house.