SwitzRoma (Yell)

[Yo, lets get this started.]

Romano stood outside the meeting room, relaxing a bit after the loud annoyances that had occurred during the meeting, which had ended early due to certain "accidents" that had happened. He had about a couple of hours before he had to return back to Italy, so he could linger around for a bit, even if the nations around him were annoying as hell. He normally didn't have to go, since his brother usually represented Italy for the both of them, but this time Feliciano had been too busy to come to the meeting. So, of course, Romano was forced to go to represent Italy. Raising his gaze as the others filed out, he watched as each individual nation moved down the long hallway.

Letting our a relieved sigh that the meeting was finally over, Switzerland lifted himself to his feet, and neatly stored his notes from the conference into his small bag. He then snaked his way around the other nations, trying his best to get out ASAP. After all, everyone was rather loud and bothersome and he didn't want to get involved with anything there afterward anyway. He finally managed his way through the small crowd of nations, and slipped out the room's door. He was about to walk down the hall to leave, but stopped when he saw what he believed to be a familiar figure in the corner of his eye standing right beside the door. Quickly turning, he pointed a finger at the man. "I've been meaning to talk to you," he growled.

(He didn't want to get involved in anything and look what he did)

[UR PICKIN FITES W/ THE WRONG PERSON M8]

Jumping at the sudden voice being aimed toward him, he narrowed his eyes, seeing who it was. Ah, great. Switzerland. What did that gun-loving asshole want? Turning completely toward the blonde, he glared at him. "What the hell do you want?" he snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What do I want?" Switzerland huffed, "Is it not obvious enough for you? I want you to quit dragging your feet through my land. It's not that hard to go around." He clearly couldn't tell the difference between the two Italy borthers- or at least, didn't realise that it was only his younger brother that ran across his country. But who cares? They look pretty similar, and after all, they are both 'Italy'.

He rolled his eyes. "I haven't been on your land, you dumbass," Romano said roughly, growing quickly irritated as the idiot continued on. The man clearly must be blind or something - he hadn't been on any part of his land at all, lately.

(Lately <-<...)

"What are you talking about?" Switzerland snorted. "I've seen you run across it. And you know I have." He crossed his arms, glaring and impatiently tapping his foot as he waited for him to admit to trespassing.

[shhHH]

"Well, you're wrong," he growled. "I haven't been anywhere near your land, goddamnit!"

"Are you going to keep telling me otherwise?" Switzerland continued, "It's not going to work. I've had to chase you out many times. And I've even warned you before, yet you still refuse to quit."

"I'm being serious - I have no clue what you're talking about," Romano huffed. "Why don't you go annoy someone else with this?"

Switzerland shook his head. "You're just not going to give in, are you?" he sighed, "It's not like you would forget so easily. You've done it several times, and being chased at out isn't something easily forgotten, anyway."

"Ugh-" Romano groaned, raising a hand to his face before lowering it to his side. "Whatever, I'm not dealing with this." With that, he turned and began walking down the hall.

Switzerland frowned. He didn't like the fact that this guy kept denying what he clearly did. And it obviously wasn't going to stop if he denied it like that. Oh well, it was getting annoying after a while anyway. And with that, he snorted, walking off in the opposite direction.

Noticing that the asshole wasn't going to bother him anymore, he sighed in small relief that he didn't have to deal with him. He then exited the building, deciding to wander around before his plane arrived to go back to Italy.

[yo what now]

(Lol I dunno someone's gonna need to shove them together or something)

[holy shit your icon-
also maybe one of our other characters??]