Eye of the Tiger
Despite thinking that reading "the atmosphere" was a literature suggestion, Alfred F. Jones could easily be called a "people person". His cheerful personality allowed him to befriend all matter of creatures from people to whales to even aliens. Living in a land of diversity certainly helped his social skills; after all, being surrounded by so many different races usually gives people some insight into the customs of different cultures.
However, as much knowledge as America had regarding different cultures (surprisingly), there were still some things that never ceased to confuse him; mainly, why was North Italy so dang strange? Up until he met Veneziano, Alfred had always assumed Italians were tough and unafraid, like the great Rocky Balboa!
The Italy he met, however, was anything but the intimidating figure he had imagined. Quite the contrary, this Italy was downright moe, as Japan would put it. America shrugged, 'Perhaps there's more to this Italy guy then I think…' Conveniently, Germany and Italy just happened to be walking by.
"Hey Italy~" America waved, flashing his trademark hero smile.
"Oh, hi America!" Replied Italy in his predictably cheerful voice while Germany simply nodded.
"So…Italy, do you like boxing?"
"Ahh...I don't like fighting very much…" Italy replied sheepishly, as Germany let out a frustrated sigh that seemed to agree with the statement.
America furrowed his brows in confusion, "Well, that's not very Italian…"
Italy returned an equally as confused look, "But I am Italian, of course I know how to be Italian…"
Germany, however, had somewhat understood what America meant, "I think he's referring to the movie Rocky. Well, Rocky's an American-born Italian, so that's probably where the difference stems…"
After listening to Ludwig's astute observation, the gears in Alfred's (rather simple) mind could almost be heard turning. "So…what you're saying is…Being American makes you awesome!" America declared as he eyed Italy with ambition, grabbing Venetiano's shoulders.
Germany gave America a strange look, "Well, that's not really what I meant…" Unfortunately, before Ludwig even finished his sentence, America had already dragged Italy away, loudly singing "Eye of the Tiger".