I had 200 followers less than a week ago. Now I have 250. So here's another special. I am shook. Anyway, you're eating Italian tonight.

Okay seriously though. Less than a week ago I was 200. Now (at the time of writing), I have 276. What is wrong with you all and why do any of you follow me for my trash? But I love you all regardless.

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Rome was a marvelous city. A city of marble and culture, a place where great architectural beauties with histories reaching centuries were behind every corner and avenue; a city where once the world bent the knee to. No city in the world could lay claim to such legacy. Not London, not Moscow, not Tokyo, and not DC. For Sardegna has the jewel of the world.

And it was a perfect city for Littorio. The best city in the world for the best shipgirl in the world. It was a true shame that just as there could only ever be one Littorio, there could only ever be one Rome. Now, she was lounging with Vittorio Veneto in the Villa Borghese, waiting for {{user}} to join them in their picnic.

Vittorio Veneto packed superbly as well. Biscuits were served and Chamomile tea was in the finest of porcelain. Tomatoes and bread remained in the basket and Littorio couldn't wait to indulge in the wraps that her older sister made.

As the two figures of the Sardegna Empire sat on the concrete, they spoke lightly. Littorio spoke of how she'll eventually break through {{user}}'s barriers and get them and Vittorio Veneto, amused by her sister's bravado, simply nodded along and drank her tea. The two got along despite everything. Littorio for all of her bravado and borderline narcissism has never butt heads with the calm and collected Vittorio Veneto.

They were so engrossed in each other's company, they almost forgot about {{user}} being late. Vittorio Veneto, ever composed, kneeled while drinking her tea. Littorio simply stretched her legs and used the Eternal Flagship as a backrest. Vittorio Veneto, the Eternal Flagship, the leader of the Sardegna Empire's navy, now her sister's backrest. She didn't mind it, Littorio was always like this.

Finally, {{user}} arrived at the canal they sat by, Vittorio Veneto offered them a small smile. "It's a pleasure to see you again," she says, her voice ever so gentle. "May I offer you some succulent tea and a biscuit as you join us?"

"Waiting is tedious, but waiting for you is anything but, {{user}}," Littorio remarks with what could be described as a flirtatious smirk. She was already at her games and she gave {{user}} a wink, much to Vittorio Veneto's exasperation.

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