{Omake #1} Happy *LATE* Birthday, Vargas Brothers! (300 Followers special!)

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Hello, hello, hello! Welcome!If you are reading this, then a wonderful thing has happened

At the time of writing this, my account, @SusanScotson , has gotten 300 followers!

Yes, ladies and gents,I have 300 followers!

Now, as I promised, because we reached this momentous mark, I said I'd make an omake, or extra chapter! And, you guys got to vote! Now, let's see what the result is!

Also, in this chapter, (almost) ALL the characters are there! Even people who haven't been introduced into the main story yet!

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"Ve, nonno, where are we going?" I asked. We were in a rather large minivan, with Grandpa at the wheel. As I stared outside the window, I watched as the ebony road sped past us as we drove down the highway.

"Chigi, just tell us already, dammit! Where are you fucking taking us?" Lovino's frustrated voice shouted, as he crossed his arms and gave a large sigh.

"You'll see, nipote! Lovino, don't fight now! You might ruin the surprise!" Was all that he would say. That's all anyone said, actually. Everyone had acted strangely around us. Neither of us knew why, though. It all started this morning, ever since me and fratello woke up.

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"Wake up, chigi!" A loud, piercing voice began to ring in my ears. I gave a small groan in response. Why couldn't I sleep for a few more minutes? I could already hear the birds as they began to chirp, and even the faint beeps of an alarm clock. I really didn't want to get up.

"All the pasta's gone," Lovino spoke. Well, that sure woke me up.

"VE?!" I shouted, and my body shot straight up. Eyes widened to the point of saucers, I couldn't help but grip the sheets in utter fear. "No! Not the pasta! Anything but the pasta! It's not true, right, fratello? The pasta's fine, right? Right?! Ve, this is terrible!" I gulped, and tears began to well up in my eyes. My brother took a few moments, before he breathed a sigh, and shook his head.

"Mio Dio," He began, and then looked up at me. "At least you're awake. C'mon, we gotta get dressed and go downstairs. Nonno wanted to tell us something."

I gave a small pout at the fact that he tricked me about the pasta, but cheered up a few moments later. I gave a nod in response, as he got off the bed. He seemed to already be dressed as he strolled out. I guess I might as well start the day. As I stretched, I swung my legs over the soft,pasture green covered bed. I began my slow trek to the bathroom, before my hands skimmed over the wooden door. I then pushed it close, and grabbed a towel from the closet as I turned on the faucet, and started my morning routine.

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Once I finished and clothed myself, I began to amble down the stairs happily. As I got to the bottom, I glanced into the kitchen. Grandpa Roma was preoccupied with..something. I couldn't make it out, though. I was too far away. Curiosity was all too eager to go see what the mystery was, and so was I. So, as I gathered my courage, I ventured into the shiny, wooden floored kitchen, in search of the answer.

Tip-toe, tip-toe, tip-to- Stop! He's turning around, ve! Retreat! Retreat!

I dove behind the wall for protection, just as nonno began to turn around. I couldn't help but quake in fear. What if he saw me?! Did he see me at all? I gulped as I heard large footsteps begin to stroll on the floor. Suddenly, they stopped, and a sigh was heard. With my hands clamped over my mouth, I couldn't afford to make a sound.

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