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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 4, 2012 22:01:03 GMT -5
Spain arrived at his house and was immediately greeted by a hungry bull.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 4, 2012 22:08:14 GMT -5
Romano lied in his bed, thinking.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 4, 2012 22:11:08 GMT -5
Spain put him in his pen thing and gave him some food and water then walked into his house, singing in spanish.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 4, 2012 22:13:05 GMT -5
Romano continued lying there, closing his eyes and trying to drift off to sleep.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 4, 2012 22:16:43 GMT -5
Spain sat down at his table, staring out the window. He sighed heavily and yawned.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 4, 2012 22:23:20 GMT -5
Romano's phone suddenly starting ringing. He groaned, opening his eyes and pulling it off of his desk, holding it up to his ear. "Who the fuck is it and what the hell do you want!?" he snapped. ..."Damnit Veniciano that's not my problem!" ...."No! Just stay where the fuck you are, I don't want you here!" ..."Dammit fine! Just stop talking about the fucking potato bastard!!" "...Yeah yeah whatever. Bye." he hung up, his head falling back onto his pillow with a groan.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 4, 2012 22:24:28 GMT -5
Spain fell asleep, his head on the table.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 4, 2012 22:26:06 GMT -5
Soon, Italy came up into Romano's room. "Veeee!" he jumped into the bed and hugged romano. "Damnit! Stop that!" "Awww....but but...." "Bastard!" "Vee...." Italy let go. Soon afer, voth of them fell asleep.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 4, 2012 22:32:02 GMT -5
{{Skip to mo'nin'?}}
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 4, 2012 22:36:07 GMT -5
Si.) Italy was up and making breakfast! Romano was just starting to take a shower. I'm taking morning as 12 )
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 4, 2012 22:42:39 GMT -5
{{Okie Dokie.}}
Spain slowly woke up. He groaned, his neck was not very happy with how he slept. He popped it and stood up.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 4, 2012 22:46:54 GMT -5
Romano soon went downstairs.
"Fratello! Breakfast is ready!" "No need to shout stupid, I'm right here.."
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 4, 2012 22:53:09 GMT -5
Spain made some breakfast and nommed it. He took a quick shower then went outside to work on some farmy stuff.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 4, 2012 22:55:42 GMT -5
Romano and Italy ate some breakfast.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 4, 2012 22:58:26 GMT -5
Spain finished farming, wiping sweat from his forehead. He had dirt on him. He sighed and walked to his porch, sitting down to cool down.
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