Delicious Romano!! Eer, I mean Tomato!!

"Let's listen to the Delicious Tomato Song, Lovi~!!"

"No, you idiota ragazza!! Hey!! What the f**k are you doing, ragazza - ?!"

"Youtube!! Aha!! This is it!!"

"HEY!! I SAID NO, ______!!"

"To bad!!" You stuck out your tongue at the furious expression on the Italian's face. Romano rolled his amber eyes at you. You both were at your apartment; Megan had invited him over and left for 'work'. That seems to be her excuse whenever she gets home late.("I had to work overtime; you wouldn't know anything about THAT, know would you?") She was probably hanging out with Germany and the Bad Touch Trio. How did you know that? She either came home drunk or tired from training with Germany and the slacking Italy.

"Okay. . . d e l i c i o u s t o m a t o s o n g r o m a n o l y r i c s . . .enter. . . aha!! Found it!!"

"Don't you dare-"


"Hey Spain, we were able to harvest a hell of a lot of tomatoes again this year, jackass!!
Buono Tomato, Buono Tomato!
Buono, bouno, ooh, Tomato!!
Red on the bottom and green on the top, toma-toma-tomato~!!!!"
There are tomatoes in my pasta!
And tomatoes on my pizza!!
My charming red treasure-"
"TURN IT OFF, RAGAZZA!!"

"Aww, I thought you wrought this~?"

"I DID, I JUST DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!!"

"Oh, common, Lovi, you know you like to see me sing alone with YOUR song. . ."

He blushed and stammered out, "No, no I don't idiota. . ."

You smirked and pressed play again.

The door slammed open.

"BUONO TOMATO~!!!!! 'ELLO, PEOPLE!!! DIDYA KISS YET?!?!"

"Megan?! HEY!! NO PICTURES!!" Romano leaned over and broke the camera in Megans hands. She looked disappointed.

But she really wasn't. She had Francis tape the whole thing~!!