I guess part of me knew it would happen, knew he wasn't really my Lovi, but I didn't listen.
I ran right up to the counter an kissed him, my God I bave never wanted to kiss someone so badly, and he pushed away just like I knew he would.
He went all cute and tomato red as he yelled at us to leave, but I regret nothing, even if he doesn't remember me now, I'll have my Lovi back, I promise.
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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...
