2. Happy
Romano wanted nothing more than to punch Spain.
He did not understand how one person could be so happy all the time. In fact, he could probably count on one hand how many times he'd seen the man without his cheerful grin.
It was annoying. Really, really annoying.
His stupid brother had that obnoxious habit, too. Why was he surrounded by so many smiling idiots? It really pissed him off.
"Aw, Roma, why are you so upset?"
"How many times do I have to tell you that this is my natural face, you idiot?!" Romano snapped back at the man, glaring at him at he sat down beside him on the couch. He wished Spain would spontaneously burst into flames. Now, that would bring a smile to Romano's face.
"That's really not good for you," the Spaniard commented, picking up the TV remote, which Romano promptly took away. The last time Spain was allowed to do the channel surfing, they'd ended up watching Spanish soap operas. That was not happening again. "You'll never get a girlfriend if you always look so angry, mi amigo."
Romano glared at his friend so fiercely that if looks could kill, Spain would be dead. "Shut up!"
"Aw, I'm just trying to be helpful, Roma!"
"What would be helpful is if you left."
"You're mean, Roma! You sure nothing's wrong?"
"I'm fine. Now, shut up and get out."
"You can count on Boss Spain for anything, you know. Is France bugging you? Turkey?"
"For the last time, I'm fine! Now, if you're not going to go anyway, then shut up so I can watch the stupid football match!"
Spain finally complied, settling back into the couch with a grin. "Whatever, Roma. Just remember, Boss Spain is here for you. Fusososo~"
Romano sighed in irritation, then buried his face in hands.
He needed a new best friend.