"What so proudly we hail!
At the twilights last gleaming!
Whose broad stripes and bright stars-!"
"What was that America? It was real pretty!" Said American jumped about three feet in the air, turning to see northern Italy standing in the doorway of the conference room.
"Jeez dude! Yer as quiet as a mouse!"
"Sorry." Italy laughed. "But what were you singing? It was really pretty!" He said, sitting down in his designated seat at the meeting table.
"Uh- it's just my anthem." He said awkwardly
"I didn't know you could sing." Italy said, grinning from ear to ear. "You're kind of like my brother, he can sing really well too. He just doesn't really let anyone know. Only don't tell him I told you!"
"Really? I never would have guessed." America said with his hundred dollar smile.
"Our Anthems a bit faster than yours- but I still like it. Yours holds a lot of stories in it! I mean- well everyone's do, don't they?" Italy went on, resting his head in his hand. "Like… an echo through the ages, y'know?"
America smiled. "Yeah- something like that."