You were walking around when you noticed someone familiar, you thought it was Italy since they were green, white, and red. You got excited and quickly hurried over to him as you ran up from behind, jumping on his back with you arms over his shoulders. You were about to say something as you leaned over to kiss him when he turned his head toward you, staring blankly, their back slightly hunched as if stopping you from falling off.

You froze, this wasn't Italy... This was Mexico, Mexico As in your enemy, the one you had war with once, the one who you always get in a fight with.