I was sitting out in the gardens just off main street, trying to deal with a killer headache.
I was just sitting quietly and keeping my eyes closed when I herd someone sit down, they didn't say anything so I didn't either, and next thing I know they punched me in the stomach!
I should have guessed then that it was Roma, but I couldn't open my eyes from the pain and the headache, and he started yelling at me, calling me a pain in the ass and telling me how he had to 'drag my drunk ass home' after he found me wandering on mainstreet, telling people my address and that i was actually a human embodiment of Spain.
he kept yelling for a while and I just kept smiling, this was definitely my Roma.
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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...
