When the three got to the meeting they were stared at by other nation. Romano stared at his brother with wide eyes.
"What." Italy growled at his brother and sat down, arms crossed.
"What did that beer drinking bastard do to you."
"Nothing. I just realized that being a half-brained coward was making me more worthless than a maggot."
He got more stares. Until a certain American yelled out. "Yeah right! You'll always be a little coward!"
Italy got up, hands on the table. "Yeah? And I see nothing but a coward behind eyewear clearly designed for women and a pair of impudent lips pursed so tight it'll sound like air squealing out of a balloon when I punch you in the gut." He opened his eyes and they were a piercing red. Candy red. They were glaring at the American.