"I don't know, damn it!"
There's only five minutes left before the world meeting would kick off and Spain still hasn't appeared. The empty seat next to Romano ticked him off. What was even more annoying though, was the fact that Spain hadn't tried to communicate him since their last fallout.
"Where's big brother Spain…?" Italy asked. His airhead of a brother peered at him nervously.
"How should I know?"
As the next five minutes drew to a close, Romano concluded that the dumb Spaniard wasn't going to show up and that the dumb Spaniard could go rot in hell for all he cared. Because Spain should have told him that he wouldn't be coming to the meeting despite whatever.
"Fratello… He's still not here yet. Why isn't he here yet?" Romano groaned inwardly as his brother issued forth another statement.
Romano didn't have the time to respond when Italy yet again asked another irritating question. "When is he coming?"
Patience on tethers, Romano hissed out his reply.
"I don't know damn it! Stop asking!" He felt a prick of satisfaction as he watched his brother cringe.
But soon enough, his words hit home. He didn't know.
He truly didn't know.