i didn't even care who they were (just a random drunk punk it turns out) but from the look on Roma's face, and the bruises on his face and cuts on his arm, that bastard was gonna die reeeaaallllyyyy soon.
I made short work of his sorry ass, sent him running, screaming, and when I hel him up, Roma just clung to me, burying his head in my shoulder like he used to when he was scared.
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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...
