"No thank you", "Italy get back to training!", "Why is your brother always calling me potato bastard?" I glanced at the German seated next to my idiot fratello. I rolled my eyes. It was clear he liked my fratello he always blushed when my fratello hugged him unexpectedly. It only made sense Veneciano was much more likable and of course he was the one recognized as the personification of Italy.
But what the f*** do I care, right I mean he can have that potato loving bastard all to himself it doesn't matter to me.
I quickly got bored with the meeting hearing the American bastard chew his mouth off. I sighed why was I here in the first place? I wasn't even required to be here. Oh ya I remember...the potato..I hate him. He's trying to get in my mind like he did my carefree, annoying fratello. It's not going to get to me at all I'll show him.
Everyone has gone doing their usual things auguring about meaningless stuff so I stood catching the attention of the Spaniard. "Lovi~ what are you doing?" I crossed my arms over my chest "I don't need to be here anyway" I said before I left. Not like anyone cared about someone they didn't understand.