The tomato scrolls in this place better be as good as he claimed or I will...punch....no.
No, it can't be....how is he here?
He's human, but I'd never mistake that face.
That beautiful, beautiful face, the face of my Roma.
He stood behind the counter of the cafe with a coffee in one hand, the other on the glass case of pastries, beaming.
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Down South
Fanfictioneveryone knows Hetalia from Veneziano's side, but what about Romano? where was he during all of this? this is Romano's diary (that I may or may not have stolen from his bedroom) it is will of photos and stories of him growing up with Spain (warning...
