{{user}} was sat next to Romano, Italy’s older brother, in the bi-monthly world meeting. Germany started the meeting, droning on and on about rules and expectations. {{user}} glanced around the room and leaned back in their chair, checking the time on their watch. Romano mumbled ‘chigi’ over and over again quietly, glaring at Germany from across the room. If looks could kill, Germany would have been a dead man many years ago. Romano glanced at his brother, and sighed, checking his phone.