"Stupid Hamburger Bastard!" Romano cursed, trying to convey as much hate for his companion as he could while looking like a fluffy, harmless, white and orange ball of furry softness. "This is all your fault!" "Um..." America started, looking confused at the sudden turn of events. "What just happened?" "I don't know!" screeched Romano, still looking as ferocious as he could possibly be in this form. "Why don't you tell me?" America shrugged. "I'm not really sure, but hey on the bright side, we're both pretty awesome looking cats."