Author's note: Alright, this idea was sparked by a curiosity of what would happen if you gotten three the most fowl mouth countries, well, at least to me, Molossia, Romano, and England in one room. I was thinking of referencing or mentioning this scene in the fan fic "This Will Teach Them" you might want to be on the lookout for that and didn't think that this fic will do well as its own entry so I put it here instead.
I 'am calling this fic swear-word central.
On? Also, I do not know the character Molossia aside from what it says on the wiki, so if this character is a bit out of character in this, you know the reason and virtual cookie if spot the reference in here.
"Damn it! Where is my idiota brother?! That dumbass better not be with that damn Potato Muncher again, or Potato Muncher's dumbass of a brother!" A brown hair Italian man named Romano said in bitter tone as he wonder down the hallway. Both his and his brother's bosses needed them for important tasked and asked the Italian to fetch him. Romano was not one for work and chasing after his little brother, but orders are orders and just suck it up and not be such a pansy about, though that was a hard thing to do when he looked over an hour.
Just as he walked into another room, he spotted a young man sitting at a table with sunglasses, a jacket wrapped around his shoulders like a cape, wearing a gold colored chain around his neck, and having his arms crossed against his chest and a ticked-off expression. "Hey, dumbass you haven't see my idota brother around?!"
"Dumbass?!" The young man questioned, before getting up into a cocky stance, giving the brown hair man the finger, before screaming "I 'AM THE *****FUCKING COUNTRY OF MOLOSSIA! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I 'AM?!"
"Don't know, an idoita bastard who's being a real Jack-ass;" He didn't know why, there was just something about this guy that angered him to-no-end.
"Who the hell are you, bastard?!"
Romano was about to answer him when someone from behind said "Excuse me gentile, but what seems to be the problem?" Romano looked over, heart skipped sacral beats and soon ran to the side of the room, screaming like a little girl, at the sight of a messy-blond hair English man with green eyes.
"Who the hell are you bloody git?!"
"Hey I 'am United Bloody Kingdoms and Northern Irelands! Who in the hell are you?!"
"Oh, you're that **** pansy nation that gotten his ass kicked by ***** America?!"
"HEY, THAT WAS BECAUSE THAT BLOODY GIT OUT SMARTED ME!"
"Oh, then you must have been one hell of a dumbass then?"
"WHY YOU?!" At that moment, the English man lunged for sunglasses wearing man that soon turn into a full-out brawl, while poor Romano watched, clinging to the wall, shaking like a lose leaf. As curse words and a shopping list of items flung around, a group of other people appeared at the door. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING IN HERE?!" shouted a German man, stopping the two brawlers.
"Molossia, Iggy, wow?! What happen to you guys?!" Asked an American, as stared at his two beaten-up companions with confused look.
Just then, another Italian man, this one with red hair spoke up. "Big brother, what are doing over there?" Romano soon made a mental-note of getting a cell phone for him and his brother and too stay away that sunglasses bastard.
