Tomato Seppuku, Scene 1: Action!

[Prussia]

So here's how it went down: the epic fight for the cbox is forever epic and ongoing. Antonio goes ahead and tried his hand at victory. Romano fights back!

PFFT!
Ignore the groping. >//>
(And Antonio's LOL was edited to *(LOL) so it's OOC.)

Demands were thus made for a more detailed version for the awesome me to laugh over! *Makes demands!*

[lovino]

FML

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Done at 4AM without a tablet on MS Paint. FML. -commits seppuku with broken tablet pen-

[Spain]

So when the scene happened, it seemed like a good idea to write something for it. So here's my crappy drabble to go with the comic and screenshot, told from Lovino's point of view.

WARNING: STRONG language.

The first thing that ran through his mind was to take a step back. That or punch Antonio in the face.

For once, Romano did neither. Instead, after draping the Italian flag over the coveted chatbox, he opted for admiring the proud tricolors that blocked out the abominable red and gold thing from that tomato bastard’s homeland. That thing had been as much of an eyesore as a preschooler’s vomit on a vintage oriental rug.

And it was a major distraction. Enough that he failed to notice when the Spaniard reached over and slapped a sticker of the Spanish flag onto him. It was an act so crappy that only someone with a mentality of a three year old would ever think to carry out. But regardless, the horror, terror and disbelief that coursed ran the Italian’s mind like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse as all he could do was look up (very briefly) at the cruelty that was dealt.

What the fuck?!

He was soiled, ruined and destroyed (but at least he didn’t die a virgin, like his brother would). There was only one thing he could do.

Reaching into his pocket, Romano pulled out a tomato, he had kept it with him since the beginning of the day, resisting the urge to eat it when the hunger pangs came. The Italian took a long and hard look at it, working out a few last minute decisions before taking a deep breath.

Fuck my life, he thought as he raised the tomato. I hope Spain’s balls fall off.

And then he committed ritual suicide.

Only as he stabbed himself with his trusty roma tomato, he felt it dig into him before it all went wrong. The tomato collapsed against his hand as it turned into a messy mush against his abdomen. Fortunately though, its skin held it together, sparing the expensive designer clothes he was wearing.

However, that was very little consolation to what had perspired before. Frowning deeply as he stared at the mangled tomato, refusing to look at Antonio, Romano could only stare at his very dead, last hope of redemption.

“FML.”

[South Korea]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN IGNORE GROPINZ???!!!1111one

*raaaaaaaaaage*

But I am greatly amused by the drabble! It must be Korean!!!! Da'ze!

[Prussia]

I-Ignore it because it was unrelated to Romano's suffering, I mean!

LOL. Tomato Seppuku was invented by Korea? I think we might need another comic to illustrate that one. >D

[Spain]

Aug 11, 2010 18:29:39 GMT -5 South Korea said:

But I am greatly amused by the drabble! It must be Korean!!!! Da'ze!

.... -scrapes Hyundai sticker off the drabble- I hate to break it to you, but this drabble is 100% Spaniard. No worries, I had it do a DNA sample testing!


-cough- Muchas gracias, mi amigo. ~<3