It was a nice day, Italy thought to himself as he went on a nice hike through the alps with France. Coming to a stop at a rather nice viewpoint, the two talked for a bit.
"How have you been doing? Need big brother's advice on anything?"
"Everything's great! I worked out a new pasta recipe with Romano and Seborga." Italy smiles, doing his usual hand gestures- nearly smacking France in the face on multiple occasions.
"That's great Italy.. maybe I can come and cook with you sometime?" France asks, "I'm quite well known for my cooking- wait. Listen, do you hear that?"
The two stay silent for a while and managed to hear a part of a rather odd exchange being yodelled through the surrounding mountains.
"How's eating sad looking cheese treating you?"
"I saved two francs on this pack of toilet paper! What have you saved Austria? Not your marriages, that's for sure!"
"...screw you!"
The rest of the conversation wasn't heard as France was too busy hysterically laughing.
"His.. his marriages!" Was all the two would ever laugh about for the rest of the day.
