The countries walk into the World Conference room. They turn their attention to the gloomy, usually happy, Spaniard sitting isolated in the corner. Spain seems to notice and explains his sadness.
"Poor little Lovi. I think I hurt him real bad last night. I hope his butt is okay. Lo siento..."
America's face shows disgust "tmi, dude. I was expecting an explanation but not that"
England chuckles nervously "well, it's great to see you show concern for him"
France simply grows more interested "Details?"
Italy walks in but lingers in the door way "He's limping but he'll be fine, Antonio! Don't worry~" Italy starts to walk in, holding Romano's hand.
"Fucking Spain kicked my ass playing football yesterday. YOU DIRTY BASTARDS" Romano limps passed the countries and sits by his younger brother, glaring at France.
