Little Red Tomato Riding Hood
anonymous
March 4 2010, 02:54:04 UTC
I HAD TO DO THIS. You must have ESP or are me because I love fairy tales too. This may take a long time to continue since I'm writing different fills at the same time. :P ---------------
Once upon a time there was a sweet little Italian. Everyone who saw this Italian liked her, especially her German grandmother. Except, this is wrong. The Italian was a male. But no one in the town knew that for the Italian had a girl’s voice. Once, the sweet Italian received a hood from his grandmother. It was white before, but from all the wars it went through with the German grandmother, it turned red. But once the Italian wore it, it matched perfectly and she loved it so. She wore it all the time and eventually was known as the Little Red Riding Hood.
Another place, there was another “Little Red Riding Hood”. But all the people knew he was a guy and laughed at the Italian boy for it. When he received the hood from his German grandmother, he was so delighted that he blushed red. Then, his friend saw him and called him, “Little Tomato Riding Hood” by accident. He was known as that from that day on.
Who are these two? They are brothers, of course. Little Tomato was older than Red, though. And, unfortunately, the German grandmother loved Little Red ever so much more. This made Little Tomato a little jealous. Then, the two were separated into different households, with different yet similar futures.
One day, their German grandmother was very sick. At Red’s house Elizaveta said to Red, “Come, Little Riding Hood, give these to you grandmother. This is a cake and beer. Your grandmother is very sick, and they will do her well,”
“But, beer will not do any good for my sick grandmother. And cake won’t either. I’d recommend,” Red stopped for a moment, “PASTAAAA~”
Elizaveta continued, “But grandma always drinks beer to feel better, but you may bring pasta. I will go ask daddy to make some,” she goes into the kitchen, “Roderick!”
A minute later, Elizaveta appears with a basket of beer and pasta. She hands them to Little Red. “Mind your matters and give her my greetings. Behave yourself on the way, and do not leave the path, or you might fall down and break the glass, and then there will be nothing for your grandmother. And when you enter her parlor, don't forget to say 'Good morning,' and don't peer into all the corners first,” Elizaveta ordered.
“Ve~ don’t worry Elizaveta Mama, I’ll do everything just right,” Little Red said. Then she walked off towards her grandmother’s house.
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At the same time, Little Tomato was getting ready to go to his grandmother’s house. “Here, give these tomatoes and wine to your grandmother. Your grandmother is very sick, and they will do her well,” Antonio said.
“Damn, why do I have to give this to that potato bastard? We’re already poor, why make us poorer?” Little tomato replied.
“Mind your matters and give her my greetings. Behave yourself on the way, and do not leave the path, or you might fall down and break the glass, and then there will be nothing for your grandmother. And when you enter her parlor, don't forget to say 'Good morning,' and don't peer into all the corners first,” Antonio ignored Little Tomato’s words.
“Are you a robot or something?” Little Tomato asked.
“Be careful,” Antonio ignored Little Tomato’s words again.
“Damn, I’ll just eat these on the way then,” Little Tomato cursed as he took the basket. He then ran off to German grandma’s house.
Re: Little Red Tomato Riding Hood
anonymous
March 4 2010, 12:10:55 UTC
Lovino really can't win, can him? This is soooo cuuute! If I could draw I'd definitely draw the two Italies in a red hood. As it is you'll have to settle for some hearts: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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Once upon a time there was a sweet little Italian. Everyone who saw this Italian liked her, especially her German grandmother. Except, this is wrong. The Italian was a male. But no one in the town knew that for the Italian had a girl’s voice. Once, the sweet Italian received a hood from his grandmother. It was white before, but from all the wars it went through with the German grandmother, it turned red. But once the Italian wore it, it matched perfectly and she loved it so. She wore it all the time and eventually was known as the Little Red Riding Hood.
Another place, there was another “Little Red Riding Hood”. But all the people knew he was a guy and laughed at the Italian boy for it. When he received the hood from his German grandmother, he was so delighted that he blushed red. Then, his friend saw him and called him, “Little Tomato Riding Hood” by accident. He was known as that from that day on.
Who are these two? They are brothers, of course. Little Tomato was older than Red, though. And, unfortunately, the German grandmother loved Little Red ever so much more. This made Little Tomato a little jealous. Then, the two were separated into different households, with different yet similar futures.
One day, their German grandmother was very sick. At Red’s house Elizaveta said to Red, “Come, Little Riding Hood, give these to you grandmother. This is a cake and beer. Your grandmother is very sick, and they will do her well,”
“But, beer will not do any good for my sick grandmother. And cake won’t either. I’d recommend,” Red stopped for a moment, “PASTAAAA~”
Elizaveta continued, “But grandma always drinks beer to feel better, but you may bring pasta. I will go ask daddy to make some,” she goes into the kitchen, “Roderick!”
A minute later, Elizaveta appears with a basket of beer and pasta. She hands them to Little Red. “Mind your matters and give her my greetings. Behave yourself on the way, and do not leave the path, or you might fall down and break the glass, and then there will be nothing for your grandmother. And when you enter her parlor, don't forget to say 'Good morning,' and don't peer into all the corners first,” Elizaveta ordered.
“Ve~ don’t worry Elizaveta Mama, I’ll do everything just right,” Little Red said. Then she walked off towards her grandmother’s house.
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At the same time, Little Tomato was getting ready to go to his grandmother’s house. “Here, give these tomatoes and wine to your grandmother. Your grandmother is very sick, and they will do her well,” Antonio said.
“Damn, why do I have to give this to that potato bastard? We’re already poor, why make us poorer?” Little tomato replied.
“Mind your matters and give her my greetings. Behave yourself on the way, and do not leave the path, or you might fall down and break the glass, and then there will be nothing for your grandmother. And when you enter her parlor, don't forget to say 'Good morning,' and don't peer into all the corners first,” Antonio ignored Little Tomato’s words.
“Are you a robot or something?” Little Tomato asked.
“Be careful,” Antonio ignored Little Tomato’s words again.
“Damn, I’ll just eat these on the way then,” Little Tomato cursed as he took the basket. He then ran off to German grandma’s house.
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