Romano was horribly upset. No, he was downright devastated! That potato bastard had tricked him, turning his brilliant moustache plan against him, just like the sneaky asshole that he was.

"Fucking potato-head," Romano muttered, sulking. "Who does he think he is?"

Romano was so consumed in his embarrassment that he didn't even notice the rapid footsteps coming from somewhere to his left until he was nearly knocked over by the force of Spain's hug.

"Lovi~!" Spain yelled, squeezing the life out of him. "Your brother told me you were upset, so I came to give you a cheer up charm!"