Request for Utsukee99
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You kneeled below a bush at your boyfriend, Ludwig's house. Antonio, your best friend, Francis, and Gilbert were each carrying a bag of Romano approved tomatoes with devilish grins.
Antonio held up two fingers and pointed forward. He signaled the sign for, 'Go forward'. You crept up to the next bush. Ludwig was only five feet away, totally unaware of the fruitful surprise that was going to hit him.
Literally.
Francis held up a fist for 'Wait'. You had to all wait for Ludwig to face you. Gilbert whistled like a bird. Germany immediately turned his head to the group's direction.
'NOW!' you mouthed. You clutched a tomato and threw it at the German's face. He yelled. "AGHHH! TOMATE! I HATE THE FLAVOR!" he shrieked. Francis threw a good shot at his ear. Tony at his torso. And Gilbert, with an award winning aim, right at the crotch with a powerful hit.
Ouch.
Once you were all out of tomatoes, you, Gilbert, Antonio, and Francis all collapsed laughing. Ludwig was still fazed from the attack. His tongue sputtered, trying to rid of the red essence.
"YOU BASTARDS! HAVE YOU NO RESPECT FOR NATURE?!" Ludwig bellowed. The BTT just snickered. You walked towards him. "Aww, Luddy, don't be mad," you say, kissing his cheek.
He grew almost as red as the tomatoes.
Ludwig enwrapped you in his arms. "You know I could never be mad at you, _________." he whispered.
"LUDDY AND ______ SITTING IN A TREE!" chirped Gilbert. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" followed Francis and Tony.
"YOU BASTARDS, GET OFF MY PROPERTY!!!"
A war against the potato bastard and tomato bastard.
Romano would be the sports commenter in this one.