World war 3 ~note it will be violent and not for the faint at heart~

Romano grinned wider at the Chinese man before responding. "HAH! NO! I'm no Fratello's side, why the hell would i ditch him?! He makes me food." He shrugged off the stupid ass Spaniard while walking back towards the camp his Fratello was at, subconciously answering Spain's question. "Did you say something, Asshole?"

(( I could've sworn I've replied to this at least twice. :I ))

Shook his head and smiled. "You're not going to leave your brother, are you?" he asked again, oblivious to the fact that Romano had already answered it.

Yao frowned at the Italian's refusal. "Fine then! You'll get no mercy from me the next time we meet!" he called out to the other's man's back before turned away and pouting childishly as he walked back to the center of his camp.

"Stupid Westerners and their stupid fickleness and their stupid lies!" he muttered to himself. He took quick stock of what was going on in the war. Alina was part of the Allies now, Romano was part of the Allies with his brother, Spain would be with Romano, Poland was in the Allies (except now he's Italy what's going on), Ireland was still in the Axis, thank BUDDHA goodness...

After stomping around his camp for a while and simmering at Romano's rejection and the resulting insult to his pride, he finally plunked himself down by the fire. He had really and truly liked Romano, they had bonded over that weird pole-dancing contest.