(Oneshot) You smirked as you grabbed your black leather jacket, leaving your father fuming at you. You loved it when people like him got angry. It was just so funny! You took pride in knowing that a lot of people got upset with you because of how frustrating you could be. Someone could have been the nicest person in the world to you and you would have snapped at them. You weren't entirely mean, it was just that most people didn't understand you and felt like it was a waste of time to even try to get to know you. (I don't own 2p! Italy, you, or the picture. I own the storyline.)