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Romano| The Southern half of Italy
Sometimes I think
That's I'm not any good at all.
Sometimes I wonder why,
Why I'm ever here at all.
But then you show me.
I'm a little more then useless
and when I think that I can't do this.
You promise me that I'll get thorough this,
and do something right for once.
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Lovino threw his suitcase on top of the bed by the window, claiming it. It appeared he'd be sharing a room with his younger brother… which probably meant A) Feliciano was going to sleep with that Potato b*****d or B) He's going to try to worm his way into Lovino's bed. The latter sounded the most appealing. It had been awhile since the two shared a bed, though last time ended with their curls tangling. Besides, he didn't want to sleep in this big room alone, though this was something else he'd never admit too.
The older Italian sat beside his suitcase, a sigh falling from his lips. Gilbert's word still flopped around in his mind. What is that ex-nation up too? It pissed him off! Standing, he violently threw opened the blinds, Lovino let the sun warm his skin for a moment. He had to keep reminding himself he'll only be here a couple days. He could survive that long.
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