“Go ahead und choose, (Y/n).”
You dug your hand into the paper bag, pulling out . . . some red food you didn’t know the name of.
“A tomato!” Feliciano exclaimed. “Romano, isn’t that-a what you put in the bag?”
You looked around for this Romano. You assumed it was him who stood up, between Feliciano and another man with brown hair and green eyes who was smiling like a small child, face as red as the tomato in your hands. He had another curl, and you thought they might be related. “Si, the tomato was-a mine-e.”
“Very vell,” Germany nodded, putting the bag back on the table. “Meeting adjourned.”
Everyone got up to leave.
“I’ll come visit, love,” Arthur whispered behind you, taking his coat back and patting you on the head, smiling. “Take care.”
“Later, dudette!” Alfred picked you up and hugged you, something