This thing was strange.
It was bright red and it was round—almost as if it were an apple. However, the skin was soft and the insides, after he had accidently dropped a few of the precious fruits on the ground, was filled with red guts—like congealed blood. It was a strange fruit, one that had Romano almost throwing the lot out the window.
Why did that stupid conquering bastard have to gift him with such monstrosities from the New World?
"Spain! You jerk!" Romano took off in search for his caretaker, hands full of the offending fruits. "What the hell did you bring into my house? They look like those pustules you would find on a person with the plague!"
At the end of his rant, the Italian managed to find his Spanish overlord overlooking some sort of map of the "Americas" or whatever they were calling those distant lands across the sea.
"Hola, Roma—"
"This." The young child Nation threw one of those evil red things at Spain's face. However, instead of spectacularly splattering against his tanned complexion, the Spaniard happened to catch the fruit in one of his hands. The red thing even had the audacity to not split open and start bleeding over the bastard! "Explain. This."
Spain took one long look at the little boy and the fruit.
"You…you don't like the gift I gave you?" The teenage Nation masked a look of hurt from seeping through his expression before kneeling in front of his charge. "The natives there said that they taste really good and—"
Romano gasped. "They eat this!" His voice was so high pitched and so scandalized, his voice managed to crack before ending on a shrill note. "Why would they—"
Spain took a bite.
"You bast—"
Spain held up a hand to stop the suddenly concerned child from jumping at him.
"Romanito, try it."
The little boy opened his mouth to argue some more, but that damn bastard went ahead and placed the fruit against his teeth. In a rage, the boy accidentally bit down and as the guts began to spill into his mouth and coat his tongue, a tangy sensation began to overtake his taste buds.
It was—
It was—
It was—
Romano's eyes watered as he chewed and swallowed the fruit.
"WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME TO EAT THIS SOONER? THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER YOU STUPID IDIOT?"