As Romano and Italy walked into a cafe, someone bumped into Romano. As Romano was about to turn to the person and start cursing at them, he stopped once he remembered the face.
"SEBORGA?!" Seborga got up from the ground and rubbed his head. He looked up and smiled at Romano.
"Ciao fratello!" Seborga greeted. He stood up and brushed off the dust from his knees. Romano stared at him. Italy smiled and waved at his younger brother.
"So why are you here?" asked Romano as he sipped his coffee. He and Italy had their fedora's off, so that it wouldn't accidentally fall in the pasta that Italy was inhaling like air.
"Sealand heard from England that you guys were in that mode," said Seborga as he licked his gelato. "That tea-drinking bastard.." Seborga laughed and ordered another gelato.
"So why are you guys even wearing those uniforms?" Romano just groaned. Italy stopped shoving pasta in his mouth and gulped it all down.
"Well you see fratello, Prussia dared us to wear our uniforms!" and with that, Italy was back to shoving pasta to his mouth. "Can I join you guys?" Romano had spit out his coffee and stared at Seborga.
"What." Seborga reached into his backpack and pulled out a fedora. He smirked.
"Let's get this party started."
As they walked into shooting range, the sounds of gunshot's echoed in their ears. As they neared three empty spots, a man with blond hair caught their attention. He wore a red uniform and for some reason, polar bears, beavers, and geese surrounded him.
"Woah.. He's good!" cheered Seborga as they watched the man shoot another bulls-eye. Romano had to agree. He didn't know many people that could handle a sniper as well as this man. Although, Finland could probably go head to head on his guy.
As the man finished, he turned around and the now revealed violet eyes grew in surprise.
Italy stared before shouting out,
"CIAO CANADA!"