"Wait here, I'm gonna go and order." Italy says, leaving me at the table.
He walks up to the counter. Italy speaks in rapid Italian with the worker and soon comes back with two plates of a coffee colored cake-looking thing. He sets one if front of me.
I eye it suspiciously. "What's this?"
"Oh just try it." The Italian says, already digging into his share.
I carefully take a small bite. The sweet taste dances in my mouth, mingling with a chocolatey coffee flavor.
"So?" Italy asks. "What do you think?"
"Not bad." I reply, scooping up another bite.
He smiles, his eyes sparkling. "I knew you'd like it."
"What's it called?"
"Tiramisu. Romano and I make it every so often as a treat."
"Interesting." I say taking another bite. "So what exactly is that brother of yours up to?"
Italy shrugs. "Probably at Spain's house. Which is interesting because all he does when he comes back is complain about Spain. I'm pretty sure Romano either has a crush on him or just goes over there to steal his tomatoes. Or both."
I stare at him. "Romano's…..gay?"
Italy suddenly realizes his mistake. "Um, I don't know. He doesn't like many people so-"
I hold up a hand to stop him. "Whatever goes on in your country is none of my business."
The Italian sighs in relief. "It's just homosexuals in your country aren't exactly safe at the moment."
"Why would they deserve to be safe?"
"Well, they are people too."
I snort. "Hardly. The only thing worse than a homosexual is a jew."
"Why are you doing that to people?"
"Doing what?"
"Rounding them up, putting them in a place worse than death."
"They're stinking up my country."
"You say that like they're a disease rather than actual people."
"They are." I state, confused at why Italy couldn't see that.
The Italian shakes his head. "When you look back on this, I don't think you'll be very happy with what you see."
I frown.My people were dying but the conditions back home are improving. What is a few worthless lives when my country is getting better?