Honestly, Romano should have seen this coming.

He was never the best with his hands and he certainly wasn't the best with the graces of Lady Luck. He also, quite certainly, never thought that he would have landed himself in such a situation.

But he did.

And just like when he was taking out a beautiful woman out on a date, he was going to be the one paying for it.

Not that he minded paying for the girl! It's just that…well…

"Wow, brosef! Got yourself a bad hand, huh?"

The rogueish smirk on the American's face did little to assuage Romano's ire. In fact, one might even think that his current negativity was stoked and set further aflame by that idiot's idiocy!

Romano slouched in his chair before dashing his cards onto the table. No need to play the exotic gentlman when the only audience to see him was a worthless fool with terrible taste in Absolutely EVERYTHING.

"Wow," he muttered dully. "I lost."

America slapped a hand on the Italian's right shoulder, only showing a slight bit of concern at Romano's pained grimace before gesturing towards the middle of the table.

At the centerpiece.

That damned abomination with its overly puffy dough and thick cheese, strewn with a variety of ingredients that had Romano's stomach rolling in discomfort.

His poor, poor, poor stomach.

The idiot laughed. "Already speechless? I can't wait—"

"I'm going to die."

"Don't be like that! Take a bite and—"

"One bite of that horrible abomination that mated with a pineapple is surely an invitation straight to the depths of hell!" Romano turned his head in disgust, trying in vain to look as sullen and pitiful as possible. "Do you want me to go to hell, America? Is that what you want?"

The blond hauled a piece of pizza from the dish, a childish grin on his face as he saw a string of cheese trailing after his slice.

"Dude, if eating a Hawaiian Supreme Pizza is getting me straight to the devil's door, then sign me right up!"

At that, South Italy found himself staring at a pizza slice with—

"Look! I even made a slice with a face made out of ham and pineapple bits to make you feel better!"

Romano took one look at the smiling American and back to the heretical piece of food that was bound to take a few centuries off his lifespan.

"Lovely. I'll be sure to savor the flavor."

"Awesome, dude! You go do that!"

And then, Romano, with a large sigh, resigned himself to his fate.