A/N: Review pretty please? And you can request which nation is next!
America figured he get the last member of the Bad Touch Trio out of the way. So he decided to travel to Spain's house and pray that Romano wasn't there. Everyone knew to stay away when the hot-tempered Italian was near the Spaniard. Unless you wanted to cursed at for an hour straight in several different languages. America walked up the path way crossing his fingers.
"Hola! What can I do for you mi amigo?" Spain smiled answering the door. America let out a relieved sigh. Romano wasn't at Spain's.
"Hello, I have a survey question for you," America began, "what is your personal meaning of your flag colours?"
Spain thought for a few seconds.
"Well, my emblem is just to make my flag look more unique..." Spain informed America pausing to think again. America wrote it down as the Spaniard thought.
"Hmm... red is for tomatoes of course... like Romano's red cheeks... and yellow is for the glorious sun!" Spain smiled, America wrote it down then smiled Spain. Spain was about to invite America for dinner when a pissed Romano walked up.
"Damn potato bastard tried to... What the fuck is that hamburger bastard doing here!" Romano yelled. America just backed away slowly giving Spain a sympathetic look before hurrying back to his car. 'Poor Spain' America thought as he drove away seeing Romano throw tomatoes at Spain while yelling at him. America couldn't decide where he should go next. Asia? Northern Europe? Or maybe down to Africa...?