Found~Spamano

Chapter seven

The bastard was downright creepy to me for the next few days.
Whenever I went out to the porch or went to-a the market, he would watch me intently as I left, like I-a would never come back!
Well, maybe I wanted to leave, and go back to Feli, so why-a watch me if you already know I want to go..?

Anyways, after that-a little incident that will never happen again, thanks, he began to leave me be after what I guessed, he felt the tension in the room become even more thick whenever he looked at me.

So, naturally, I pestered him even more.

I have, as so to say, challenged him.
I wanted him to-a see that I didn't want to be here.
I left everything more messier then I have ever left it.
I stopped eating tomatoes, even though, it-a killed me.
I'd whine and bother him about the stupidest things in the house.

Let's just say, I wanted him to-a crack beneath my feet.
I have no idea why, to tell you the truth.
I just want to-a watch him squirm!

Oh...that sounded...inappropriate...

ANYWAYS!
To my surprise, he didn't.
All he did was question me why I was doing this and went to clean up my mess.
So why was I-a doing this?
Was I just pining for attention?

If you-a haven't guessed before, I was.
It just needed someone to put their foot down and yell,

"NO ROMANO."

But you know what? No one ever did.
So I continued to be more of a baddy, hoping he would give up already and give me back to Feli.
Although, when those years past by, I was beginning to have my doubts.

So now, I am a fully grown man.
Well, I mean, this was a century ago, (literally), before everything began to fall into place.

First of all, Spain wouldn't let me go far anymore, so that pissed me off a bit.
I hadn't seen Feli for over ten years, (which is really only ten months in my time, but oh well.)
And I just felt so....suffocated.

Suffocated and even more home sick then I already was.
So, one day, I just, snuck out of the house.
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The Tomato Bastard left for another meeting with the other countries before I-a planned on my grand escape.
I snuck out the back door when he went out the front, giving me more access at running.

As I carried my suitcase full of light things, like clothes, a blanket, some tomatoes; I thought about what he had-a done for me over the past few years.

I-a don't even know why I felt it, but I just felt so guilty as I went through our big backyard.
I past the tomato garden that I usually tended to, and became....lonely.

I closed my eyes as I reached for the fence gate, and stood in the garden with my arm outstretched like a loser.
I sighed and spun around, before marching back into the house angrily.