why Romania is wearing a pile of hats

* on his head. ((Gah why do I keep pressing the 'enter' button?))

walking down the street when he spots Hungary. He grins, waving amiably. "Good morning."

looks at Romania in shock. He has not been this polite before. She steps back. "Is this another trick?"

, of course, forgotten that this isn't his body. He stares at her, silent, trying to decipher the statement. Long awkward pause.

breaks the awkward silence. "Hey, what happened to you? This is too quiet."

blinks, pointing to himself slowly. "Apologies. I never knew it bothered you, Miss Hungary."

not bothered by it, just that Romania's silence is strangely abnormal.

's hat (one of them) falls off, and he leans down to pick it up and put it back on the pile. "How are you this morning?"

huffs. "Of course I'm fine! I am on my way to Greece's place."

if Hungary is in a bad mood today. It was only until hearing "Greece" in the third person that he remembered. "Oh, but he's not there, Miss

Hungary."

how he would have known that.

finds a way to re-word that. Maybe he was getting too used to Romania's body. "Well, what I mean to say is... I'm right here."

still does not get it. "Of course you are right here! You are standing on this ground here right now! Are you alright Romania?"