Ciao guys. It's Italy again. Last night was horrible. For once I didn't sleep with Germany ( The kind of sleeping with the snoring and the dreaming) I couldn't sleep so I went to go get some water. When I got back Grandpa Rome was laying on my bed with a rope on. He had an unspeakable smile with wine bottle in hand. I didn't know what to say. I was silent for a moment but then I finally said, "I thought you were dead." He chuckled and then told me to lay down. He was being so gentle and kind. Then out of nowhere he got furious and started yelling at me. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?! THINKING ABOUT THAT GERMAN ALL THE TIME!!! DON'T YOU KNOW THAT YOU'RE BEING TRICKED!?!" You should of seen my face. I was just like, *sigh * Grandpa was being so stupid and stuck in the past. HE'S TURNING INTO A ROMANO!!!! And Nobody wants to be a Romano. So all that night I had to explain to him that I was NOT being tricked and that "German" was my best friend in the whole entire world! It took until eight in the morning for him to FINALLY believe me and leave me alone. I was so tired. I tried to fall back asleep but that is when Germany came yelling his head off like he does every morning. When I heard his loud booming voice, I thought to myself "Oh god. HOW THE HECK SHOULD I EXPLAIN THIS TO HIM!?!" It's very surprising that he believed me though.
And that's why I haven't been posting in a while. Germany said I slept through a whole day and he was nice enough to let me sleep. So I guess that's it. (I need to lay of the sausage for a while...)
~Italy =.=
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