another character from the same story as the last. None of these pertain to the story unless it is a male O.C I end up adding in a later chapter.
(I apologize for any Spanish or Italian that is wrong. I mostly used google translate along with a little Italian I know.)
Lo siento, hermano: I'm sorry brother
Chica: girl
Chico amante: Lover boy
Che diavolo bastardo: What the hell bastard
Ti amo anche mia bellissima:
Amore: Love
bella: Beauty
----------------------------- Reader's Pov
I was leisurely walking around Spain's garden looking at the luscious tomatoes growing around the yard. My hair blowing in the wind as I hid under a big floppy hat from the sun. The sundress that complimented the hat followed the pattern of my hair.
The smell of tomatoes made me inhale deeply. I always admired Spain's passion for the fruit his brother and he loved. They were bigger and juicier than anyone you could find at the market. Though there was something I had always wanted to do with those tomatoes.
No, it wasn't to make the boys a feast or have a food fight with them. I wanted to watch Romano enjoy the succulent red fruit. To see the juices dribble down his chin and down his shirtless body had my nether region quiver.
I've always had a crush on the foul-mouth representation of South Italy. I must have been dazing in my little stroll because I soon heard the devil himself yelling at me.
"Oi chigi! Get your ass in here before you burn like the last time!", He yelled and I remember the last time I stayed out too long I came in looking like the tomatoes Spain was growing.
Comparing myself to the fruit brought chills down my spine hoping Romano would enjoy the taste of me like he did the tomatoes. That he would make me dribble with his sweat cream his put all over me.
Snapping out of my lewd thoughts I wiped the drool from my chin and jogged to the back door where Romano was waiting. I wish I could get him alone so I could make love to the passionate man.
"What's with that dumb look on your face?!", He demanded but his glare was not as fierce as it was with others.
I looked at him about to give a half-assed answer when I caught sight of his curl. That damn piece of hair that danced on his head always vexed me. Whenever I asked about it he would get defensive and run away.
"Sorry just got distracted by the dazzling view Roma.", I said smirking as I continued to stare at him.
This seemed to make him flustered as he hid away in the kitchen to start on lunch. Which a small pout I made my way over to the living room where Spain was taking a small siesta. I glanced over at the brotherly male and smiled.
He had taken me in when I was young and raised me beside the short-tempered Italian. I had been living on the streets because a country, I can't remember, couldn't take care of me and abandoned me.
"Chica?", I heard his drowsy voice break through my nostalgia and noticed he was looking at me in question.
"Lo siento, hermano. Just thinking about some things.", I whispered running my fingers through his hair to lull him back to sleep.
This did not work and he just sat up with a smirk and whispered back in a sneaky tone, "These things wouldn't happen to be about a certain chico amante would it?"
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Fanfiction(FINISHED) I'm not really motivated to update of fix grammar on this book anymore so if I write more it's gonna be in a new book so I can use fresh ideas. I hope you all enjoyed this. :) I haven't seen many of these around. It is usually just male...
