I looked between the three of them. I knew they wanted an answer. "Promise not to get mad at me, and that, no matter what, we're still friends?" I asked. They nodded, conferming their promise. "...Romano." I answered.
"HA!" Romano laughed in Italy's and Germany's faces. "Finally something I get chosen for over you!" Italy cried over the fact that I didn't chose him (either that, or Romano's laugh). Germany looked disapointed, but seemed to respect my decision as he tried to calm Italy.
"Uh, Romano," I started. "can you be at least a little nicer to them? I chose you because you were the most help when I needed it in that locker. You were talking so kind to me, that I would think that you were actually having a heart ahe seeing me like that. That was my deciding factor."
He looked at my puppy face and sighed in sympathy before pulling me in a gentle kiss. "Bene."