Post by roma on Feb 13, 2013 13:48:46 GMT -5
It wasn't like Romano had too far to go before he reached the cafe, so he didn't see how a few more minutes of extra sleep would hurt. Until those few moments dragged on, and on-and by the time he actually did start to wake up, well, he still had to go back and apologize to his neighbors for yelling so loudly. And "corrupting" their child's mine with his profanities. Right. Because that child hadn't yet heard any of those words from her own father. Why was he doing this again? Somehow, he'd been set up on a blind date with Canada.
Yes, Canada.
Now, Romano held no grudge for that man in the slightest, just the way he could let people walk all over him was frustrating! Oh, he pitied whatever bastard had gotten stuck with France-what? He didn't consider that man the nation of love, that was Italy's position, you went to France for one night stands. Nation wise. Like, that /was/ what people did in France, he'd gone there to do it himself once. Francis himself, well, the man was a creep in his book he wasn't about to ask what his "love" was about.
Italy, yes, this was the nation of love and passion. (Sorry Spain, you're lust.)
Thankfully, the place for the two of them to meet was located in Italy, a very beautiful cafe. Just because he hadn't fully agreed to do this doesn't mean he wouldn't show the nation a good time. Though, that package that arrived at his house was very...odd. What the hell was he supposed to do with those anyways? A jar of rose petals and the game of Twister? Ah well, they were stuffed in the trunk-he'd think of something. Eventually.
He managed to get there in one piece, of course a few speed limits and road rules had to be broken, and that was certain to get his license provoked...again. Alright, first of all...look and see if the blond was already here. He was five minutes late after all.
"Aa, what did he say he'd be wearing again? Damn.."
Yes, Canada.
Now, Romano held no grudge for that man in the slightest, just the way he could let people walk all over him was frustrating! Oh, he pitied whatever bastard had gotten stuck with France-what? He didn't consider that man the nation of love, that was Italy's position, you went to France for one night stands. Nation wise. Like, that /was/ what people did in France, he'd gone there to do it himself once. Francis himself, well, the man was a creep in his book he wasn't about to ask what his "love" was about.
Italy, yes, this was the nation of love and passion. (Sorry Spain, you're lust.)
Thankfully, the place for the two of them to meet was located in Italy, a very beautiful cafe. Just because he hadn't fully agreed to do this doesn't mean he wouldn't show the nation a good time. Though, that package that arrived at his house was very...odd. What the hell was he supposed to do with those anyways? A jar of rose petals and the game of Twister? Ah well, they were stuffed in the trunk-he'd think of something. Eventually.
He managed to get there in one piece, of course a few speed limits and road rules had to be broken, and that was certain to get his license provoked...again. Alright, first of all...look and see if the blond was already here. He was five minutes late after all.
"Aa, what did he say he'd be wearing again? Damn.."