((All of the misspelling and mis-punctuation is ON PURPOSE! Because I think that that's how Romano would write in his dia-...JOURNAL! Enjoy!))
((Warning: Uh...Romano = A LOT of cussing.))
April 29th
Dear Diary,
Fuck you. And fuck you too, Antonio, don't pretend I don't know you're reading over my shoulder. Why the fuck would I write in this diary, even if it has a fucking tomato on the cover? And why the hell did you draw my face onto the tomato? Are you stupid?
No, don't answer, I know already.
-L.V
March 1st
I can't believe I'm writing in this shit again. At least that tomato bastard isn't looking over this time. He gave this to me because he said that it would be good "therapy". What the fuck do I need therapy for? I'm fucking happy already. I don't see why people think I'm sad, dammit. Just because I yell doesn't mean I'm not happy, just really fucking annoyed (and you would be too if you were called a tomato every ten seconds).
I'm so fucking happy I piss rainbows.
I've got more happiness in my pinky toe then Feliciano will ever have.
So fuck off.
-L.V
March 3rd
Feli came over with the potato bastard and the asian guy. Who is obviously having a bad influence on him, because as soon as Feli burst in he was like
"NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-CHANNNNN"
HOLY SHIT
and then
"nii-chan nii-chan nii-chan nii-chan nii-chan nii-chan nii-chan nii-chan nii-chan nii-chan nii-chan nii-chan nii-chan nii-chan nii-chan nii-chan nii-chan nii-chan nii-chan nii-chan"
what the fuck
I told him we're not fucking Japanese, we're goddamn Italian he's like lololol I don't care because I'm too stupid to think for myself and I spend too much time around bastards who eat shit food
well not really, but that's what he meant
xx
So Japan left, but Hasslehoff hadn't gotten the idea
You think he woulda the first hundred times I told him to get lost, but nooo
He's all like this is Feliciano's house too, and he invited me
douche
so I went somewhere else
and that happened to be Spain's place (fuck you no one else was free k) and he was all bubbly and cheery and happy and Spain-y that I was here and everything
ughhhhhhhhhhh
why does he have to be friends with that wino and potato bastard #2
why
now i'm in a fucking closet in Spain's room because a CERTAIN BLOND PERVERT and his FREAKY ASS ALBINO FRIEND won't leave me the fuck alone
this is all antonio's fault
-L.V
March 4th
So I fell asleep in the closet and when I wake up I'm in that tomato bastard's bed, it's the next day, and he's there beside me
I squea
I yelled when I saw him, becuase anyone would if they saw that pervert in their bed. It woke him up and he was all like "Awww My Lovi looks like a little tomato again~" so I head butted him and stomped right out of his stupid house.
