Romano stared at the video, his eye twitching as Spain's (admittedly good) voice flooded out.
"Marukaite chikyuu, marukaite chikyuu, marukaite chikyuu, ore Supein—"
Spain closed his eyes, anticipating his former charge's wrath.
"Why," the southern Italian snarled, spinning around on his chair to face the older nation, "am I only mentioned once when you said 'Ita-chan' twice?"
"Um," Spain stammered, "i-it's not my fault, Lovi, really—it was in the script—"
"To hell with the script!" Romano yelled, throwing a stack of papers at the Spaniard—an unfortunate choice, because they just fluttered the floor. The worst Spain could have gotten was a paper cut. "You should have mentioned me another time, at least! I said your name like three times in my 'Delicious Tomato Song'!"
"Lo siento," Spain apologized weakly. "I can't just change the song, though..."
The Italian squeezed his eyes shut, taking deep breaths in order to not try to beat his friend up. "Ugh. You're lucky your voice is pleasant," he sulked when he felt he was calm enough, leaning back in his chair.
The country of passion laughed lowly, trying not to agitate the irritable nation. "Gracias. I'm sorry about the song." He leaned over to ruffle Romano's hair, and was mildly surprised when he leaned his head slightly into the touch. "Does this mean you forgive me?"
"... If you ask that again, I never will."
"I-is that a pout, Lovi—?"
"Stai zitto or I'll fucking kill you!"
Spanish
lo siento—I'm sorry
gracias—thank you
Italian
stai zitto—shut up
This is in reference to Spain's Marukaite Chikyuu—he only says Romano's name once. The Romano to my Spain was understandably upset at this, so I figured that the real Lovi would be, too. This is considerably shorter than I usually write, but eh.