Formerly known as Eiravati
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The Seeping tomato 7: ApologyRomano's consciousness came rolling back when he felt a strange lack of pain and a comforting warmth flowing through his hand. He sighed heavily and fixed his grip more comfortably, relieved that he could feel so tired while remaining warm.The Seeping tomato 7: Apology by *Akiyata
His heavy eyelids slid open (with a bit of effort) to see a red-faced Spaniard seated on a kitchen chair beside the bed. The Italian stared exhaustingly, confused as to why Spain was in his room, staring at him as if they hadn't seen each other in years.
"Y-You bastard!" Romano shouted loudly at his (now-surprised) old friend and yanked his hand away when he realized that Spain had been holding it. His face was slowly becoming a bright red, embarrassed of the fact that he'd actually been enjoying the warmth of another's hand in his.
"Eh?! R-Romano-" Spain waved his hands in front of him and tried to keep Romano from getting out of bed. "W-wait! China said you have to stay in bed and rest."
"And why is tha-" he pa
The Seeping Tomato 6: Found in Tatters"We should look for him," Germany stated exhaustingly after a long while of sitting in that gloomy atmosphere. Everyone looked up when he broke the silence, he noted, except for Italy, who looked as if he'd fallen asleep while clutching the bloodied canvas. "France. I assume you have Spain's number?" he asked, since he couldn't bring himself to have Italy make the call.The Seeping Tomato 6: Found in Tatters by *Akiyata
"Oui," he nodded and began dialing. He walked to the very end of the porch as soon as he clicked call and held the phone up to his ear.
*beep* "Hola, this is Antonio~! Sorry, I'm probably working right now," Spain's recorded voice rang aloud through the phone. "Oh, but if this is France, I blocked your number." His big grin just radiated from his voice. "You're not taking my Romano!" *beep* (Obviously, Spain has been far too busy with work lately to change the voicemail from when the Italian still lived with him.)
Everyone stared at France, a little surprised and slightly confused, though Fran
The Seeping Tomato 5: Why"Call me Romano...Romano Italy."The Seeping Tomato 5: Why by *Akiyata
A voice kept creeping into his mind, taking control over his thoughts. How many times was it? Two? Three? Maybe four days, tops. In the two weeks since his little 'episode,' Romano had only seen his brother a few times. Even in those moments, the few words they spoke to each other were regarding what they should have for dinner.
He was ashamed to have been seen in that state; bawling like a baby. Yet, his brother still hadn't asked what was wrong, or if something was still wrong. Why? Did he not care? He noticed how quiet and distant Veneziano had become. Sometimes, he'd felt like his brother kept leaving just to get away from him.
Was Romano not good enough? Was he now too pathetic in the eyes of his brother to be bothered with? Or was he always? Veneziano had never really liked to hang him anyway. They had never gone anywhere together, never done anything together. They never even really talked to each other.
With all t
The Seeping Tomato 4: Robbery"What the fuck," Romano blurted loudly in irritation to no one in particular.The Seeping Tomato 4: Robbery by *Akiyata
It had been just over two weeks since Prussia's party. Everything seemed to be going perfectly normal since then; as if nothing had ever happened. Italy (that is to say, Veneziano) was back to his cheery, social self, hanging around the other countries. Every day, he would leave Romano to sit at home while he'd go over to Germany's place. Some days (many, actually), Veneziano wouldn't bother returning home.
His brother had been gone for a few days now, and Romano found himself waking up to find that his house was trashed. He knew it couldn't have been his brother returning home in the middle of the night because the wimp was too scared to travel in the dark. Besides, he'd have been up by now and would have cleaned this mess the moment he'd see it.
So for someone that didn't like cleaning or dealing with anything really, the South Italian was quite irritated to find that his house had been robbed while h
*A wild Yata appears.*
Yata: "What is it? And will you stop calling for me like a dog?"
Izumo:"You're a chihuahua, damn it."