Step right up, ladies and gentlemen, to the most culturally diverse circus on earth! The book made for you, my Wattpad audience! Focusing on Spamano and featuring such ships as: PruCan, RoChu, UsUk, GerIta, and lots more! So come one, come all, and...
After their meeting, they brought Kiku to their new location so he could see firsthand the circus' inner workings. When they got there the remaining crew were filling their time at the beach splashing in the waves. This was Europe so everyone but a lone red-faced Matthew was swimming stark naked.
"Buggers! You'll anger the locals taking over the beach!" Arthur reprimanded, desensitized to his mostly nude crew.
"It's okay. Nonno owns the whole shore. Let's play Marco Polo!" said Feliciano, tearing off his own clothes to dive in the water with everyone else. Embarrassing the Japanese man and the north Americans in the process.
"Ugh, dudes, I don't want to see that!" Alfred said, shielding his eyes.
"The view too awesome for you?"
"Don't worry, Alfred," said Feliciano, "God will forgive us as long as they are no girls around."
"Ahem!" said Elizabeta, also sporting bare skin.
"Oh, Elizabeta, I forgot you were a girl. Wait..." Feliciano screamed and ran back to his trailer to put on the heaviest clothing he could find.
"Who cares if there are girls? You're all gay anyway," said Lovino, backstroking past Elizabeta.
"Oh really? And what about you?" said Elizabeta, her voice teasing.
Lovino's eyes narrowed. "What-a you getting at, donna?"
"Come here."
"No," said Lovino, backing away.
"Come here," said Elizabeta, giggling as she inched closer.
"No!" He turned and sprinted up the beach as Elizabeta chased after him.
"Come give Lizzy a hug!"
"No, donna!"
Luckily this was Italy and no one bat an eye at the naked pair running wildly around the beach. Too bad for Elizabeta, though, Italians are fastest when in retreat. Lovino left her panting in his dust.
"Sorry about that," Arthur sighed, ushering Kiku away.
"Nakedness in western culture is confusing," said Kiku, making a point not to let his eyes wander.
After disappearing from the beach, the Vargas brothers remained in their trailer. Lovino made himself comfortable with a magazine. Feliciano tried to calculate the moral implications of his actions. But soon forgot about it when pasta entered the picture.
"Lovi?" Antonio called, opening their trailer door.
"What is it, bastard?" said Lovino, not even bothering to look up from his magazine.
"I was going to look around. Would you like to be my translator?" said Antonio, walking up to where Lovino sat.
"Why would you nee—."
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