The next day, Italy and Romano went into the mode that they promised that they would never show any body else other then their bosses.
Mafia-Mode-Activated
They hid behind curtains before the nations came pouring in, the fedora's casting a shadow on their face. When all the nations had come in and taken a seat, Prussia had jumped up and looked around.
"Kesesesesese! Where are those totally unawesome brothers?" He looked around and expected the brothers to slam open the door and come in totally unawesome uniforms.
"Right here." Two voices chorused, surprising the other nations. The brothers exited out of the curtains as their fedora's lifted up to show their Golden-Brown (Golden-Brown-Green in Romano's case) eyes that almost glowed in the dark.
Romano smirked.
"Not what you expected you bastard?" Italy smirked and spoke, which caused most of the nations to look at him at shock. "I haven't seen you like this ever since you refused to wear this uniform again fratello." Romano said, standing up and walking up to Italy.
Italy turned to look at his brother and slid down his fedora.
"Oh, but don't take it the wrong way fratello. I like this side of you." Romano smirked, patting his brother's head.
"It's been awhile since I went into this mode. Hey Roma, wanna go shoot some random people?" Italy asked his brother, getting out a gun from his pocket. Romano shook his head. "I don't want to get arrested and plus, too much witnesses. Let's just go and shoot some birds." He also took a gun from his pocket and walked out the room. Italy also walked out, but turned to the nations and said:
"Arrivederci*. If you need us, we'll be at the shooting range." And slammed the door shut.
Germany looked at the door at shock, so did the other nations. Spain was about to stand up, but the door slammed open again.
"Don't even come after us tomato-bastard. We'll put a bullet in your head." Romano's head popped in before popping out. Spain immediately turned around and sat back on his seat.
[1]Arrivederci (Arr-eve-a-dare-chi) = Goodbye.