It was just usual evening after a World Meeting. Most of the nations trickled into the nearby bar for some drinks, so they could unwind after the boring day of fighting, I mean discussions.
Spain and Romano were sitting together, drinking some wine, when much to Romano's dismay, Spain's former colonies crowded around them, all loudly chattering in Spanish. It wouldn't be so bad, if Spain didn't completely ignore Romano in favour of Spanish colonies.
But Romano didn't say anything yet, just drank wine glass after wine glass.
It took about 5 glasses of wine for Romano to feel the alcohol affect him. And the more he watched Spain chatting with other nations, the more pissed he was. One could literally see the cup of his patience being filled to the brim. Just one more drop.
The drop came in the form of Spain laughing happily.
"Oi Tomato Bastard, quit babbling in that stupid language of yours," Romano yelled, "You look like an idiot."
"Ah, Romano, are you being lonely without me?" Spain grinned.
"Haaa? What the fuck are you talking about?" Romano glared at the Spaniard.
Mexico grinned and leaned closer, "You are just mad, because you can't speak Spanish, you brat."
Romano's cheeks reddened, "I can, thank you very much, slimey bastard."
"Prove it," Mexico challenged Romano with a smirk.
Romano glared at the Mexican nation for a few seconds. And then he smirked like a demon.
"Tengo 23 anos," Romano said confidently.
The eyes of Spanish speakers comically widened.
"Años, Romano mi amor, años," Spain quickly tried to correct the younger man.
But Romano stood up and yelled again, "Tengo 23 anos!"
The spanish speakers roared in laugh.
Spain turned to them and quickly apologized, "I am sorry mi amigos, Romano seems to have had too much to drink already."
The spaniard quickly grabbed Romano's hand and dragged him to the door.
"Oi Spain, are you in such a hurry to check out if he is telling the truth?" Mexico called after them with tears from laughing too hard streaming down his cheeks.
Romano looked back at him with a smirk.
"I might not have 23 assholes, but at least I am getting laid tonight," he said as Spain quickly dragged him throught the door.
Tengo 23 años – I am 23 years old. (ñ is pronounced softer, you can hear the difference between años and anos)
Tengo 23 anos - I have 23 anuses
And Romano totally did it on purpose, so that he can have Spain all to himself.