Mothertalia

AdultRomano

((Y/n)'s pov.)

  As I walked the streets of Rome I couldn't help but be nervous. What would he say to me after all these years? Would he remember me? Would he accept me as his mother? I still remember the day he was taken.

  .  .  . Le Flashback Start.  .  .

  "Waaa! Gnaaa!" Romano screamed as I tried to find his bottle. I opened the cabinet and started to fill it with powder and water when the door was suddenly burst open.

  I stopped what I was doing and picked up a knife as I slowly made my way into the living room, where my far too quiet baby is. I peeked in and was relieved to see that it was my father, Rome.

  I instantly made my way over to him and was about to hug him when he stopped me with a glare.

  "I'm taking Romano, he's not safe with you." He said as he started to leave. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized what he was doing. I ran over to him and started to hit him, there's no way I'd let him get away with taking both of my kids.

  "I won't let you! You already took Italy! Isn't that enough?!" I screamed out as he then turned around and looked at me with a glare.

  "No, is this enough for you to stop being an idiota?! When I came to visit last time I took Italy because I saw you were on drugs, and I thought that maybe if I left Romano with you you'd stop! But look at this place! It's a dump! The couch's turned over, his toys are ruined, and not to mention their's pisciare (piss) on the floor! This is not a place for children!"

"I'll fix it then, just don't take him! Please!" I screamed out, tears streaming down my face as I tried to get the now crying Romano out of his arms.

"No! He's going to stay with me, and once I believe that your a good enough parent I'll give them back to you!" He yelled at me and pushed me onto the ground. He then made a run for his car and by the time I got up, it was too late. He was already gone.

. . . Flashback End. . .

Father Rome would visit me once a year, and each year he never gave them back to me. Then one year he just stopped, I didn't know this at the time but he stopped because he died. And apparently, he gave Romano to someone named Spain, something else I didn't know until now. I still haven't figured out where Italy is, but at least I know where my baby Romano is, and hopefully one day we can be one big happy family!

I knocked on a door, the door where my precious little baby is. "Coming!" The door was then opened by a man with lively green eyes and messy brown hair. His clothes were a bit loose, but he still looked good. And that ass.... no! I am a mother! I mustn't hit on my son! Even if he is really hot....

"Romano?" I questioned while he looked at me confused.

"Um, no, I'm Spain, who are you?" He asked me curiously.

Spain... how dare he! How dare he live with my son in his house and pretend to be my baby. I don't know who he thinks he is, but I will not fall for his charms! This man is one of the men that took my baby away from me! I will not let him get away with this!

"You!" I screamed out as I then punched him in the face, he looked at me shocked as he then waved his arms around and tried to ask me why I did that.

"You are a fucking thief! You took my baby away from me! And don't you try to change my mind, you spanish bastard!" I screamed at him as I threw several punches at him, all of which he blocked. He then put his arm around my throat and held me by my waist, making it hard to breathe. I instantly put my hands in his arm to try and take it off but failed.

"You're Romano's mother? I was told to keep you away from him, at first I didn't know why but now I do."

"Oi! Tomato bastard! What's with all of this noise!" I heard another voice yell.

"It's nothing Lovi! Why don't you go make some of your delicious pasts? I can never get enough of it!" He yelled back.

Lovi? How many people live with my son?

"Ha! I knew I made the best pasta, jerk! I'll make it just to show you how fucking good it is!" He replied.

I can't believe Romano lives with that man! He sounds like such a bad influence! All of that cursing, once I find Romano I'll buy us a new home here and then we'll start to look for his brother! Then we'll be one big happy family!

Spain then kicked the door shut and led me into an ally near the house.

"Look, you better stay far away from here. I am part of the mafia, talk to Romano and you're dead. Touch Romano and you're dead. If so much as hear that you've seen Romano you're dead. Stay far away from him, he doesn't need you in his life." He whispered into my ear, his voice sending shivers down my spine as he then let go of me.

"Now I don't want to see your face again, so stay as far away from here as you can, or else you're dead. Got it?"

I can't believe this... I came all of this way only to be threatened that if I make any contact with my baby I'll die.... well guess what, if you think that you're going to threaten me and get away with it you're wrong!

"Fine, I won't then, but just remember this. If I find out that you hurt Romano in any way I'll fucking kill you. Got that? Spanish bastard." I snarled at him as I made my way through the streets of Rome, alone.

Tears came to my eyes as I thought of what just happened. Don't worry Romano, I will come back for you.
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Wow.... umm, I honestly didn't mean for it to turn out this way, but stuff happened..... and yeah.....

Part 2?

Yes?

No?

Maybe?