Interlude One: Seborga
With the Italy brothers respectively taken care of, and Spain in a state of despair, the remaining pair of the Trio decided to take a quick detour. Hastily revised target? The Micro-Nation of Seborga. With his curious, square-like curl (and could it be called a curl if it were square?) it simply could not be ignored on their world conquest.
Squarelike was it was, it reacted more or less the same as his cousins.
"Th-This isn't even fair!" he wailed/moaned under the pressure of Prussia's hand, "You aren't even a-a-a cute girl!"
"Life ain't fair, kid," the albino snickered, "At least you can say you were… uh… groped by the awesome me, ja?"
France hon'd, busily snapping pictures, and Spain sigh miserably, still stuck on Romano's harsh rejection.