Volcano

please note that this will suck since it is my first story. Also this story is placed some time in the future.

Romano was not himself today, and has not been for the past two. Forced to leave his home in Naples because of the warning. The official warning that Mt. Vesuvius would erupt. Romano was lucky, he lived on the edge of Naples and got the hell out of there before the insane traffic, still thousands left in there cars, trying to retreat from the red zone.
Romano was suppose to visit Span today, no I won't, Romano thought. He could feel it, if anything was to happen, it would happen today. But no other country knew it, because of course, Romano would not tell anyone about it, and would not let Italy say a word. Mostly because he did not want to be wrong, since the technology they used to predict the eruption was knew. Romano was watching the live "Volcano watch" on TV. He got up to call Spain saying he wouldn't be there today, but just as he did "I can't believe this. Vesuvius is actually erupting!" came from the T.V. Romano was waiting for Spain to answer and watching the T.V with a emotionless face. "Si, Romano, what is it?" Spain said in his usually cheerful voice. "Oh, uh, I won't be there today, bye." Roman hung up and sat back down watching the T.V. "This is a true tragedy, all those people still stuck in the danger zones..." The news story seemed to never end to Romano. Romano looked outside, he could only see ash clouds, to high to suffocate people, but at the height where all air traffic would be at a stand still, and he knew that in a matter of hours, all of Europe would be like this.