doubted anyone could prank him. He was a trickster himself. It was even in his blood.

didn't know much about him aside from his being scary and living next to the potato freaks... Truth be told, Lovino was a horrible pranker and inevitably all his plans backfired on him... but that never-

really stopped him before.

thought it was silly that he would prank him because he was a neighbour of the Germans. He even liked to make fun of them too~

hadn't pranked a German/Nordic/whatever the fuck he was in a long time and really had nothing better to do than humiliate himself. "Oi! Damn beer head!" He points his finger at him angrily.

hummed as he turned to look at him, raising a brow. "Ja?"

clicks his tongue in annoyance. "Ja? That sounds like a stupid word a German would say. What, are you too stupid to come up with your own damn words?" Pot calling the kettle black...

smirks. "S'not my fault that our languages might be similar. Danish is an old Germanic language, after all." He was rather amused by the Italian.

smirks. "So you admit that you are one of those stupid bigheaded potato freaks then, huh?"

shakes his head. "Far from it. Our beer is better. And I'm in the more awesome part of the world."

scoffs. "Now you sound just like the stupid albino one."

rolls his eyes. "Prussia is pretty awesome. But I'm better. And taller."

huffs. "Yeah, right." Wait... No, backpedal, backpedal... "You're both potato freaks who probably eat potatoes with every meal and only every think about potatoes!!"

shakes his head. "Nej. I think of tons of things. Like beer, swans, tulips, Norwegians, ye know."

...didn't know how to react to how unphased the Dane seemed to be over these horrible insults... "Oh... w-well..."

too thick headed to see them as insults. "So, what're ye doin' here?"

sputters. "Uh... I.. uh..." He looks around quickly. "Oh, I was, uh... going... over there... to get some tomatoes..."

smirked. "Right. I'll walk with ye then."

blinks quickly and waves his arms. "N-no, you don't have too, dammit!"

rolls his eyes. "Come on, if ye screw up yer English the Danes might not know what ye're tryin' to say."

scoffs. "My English perfectly well." He huffs and sulks over to a produce stall at a market.

chuckled a bit and just walked behind him, putting his hands in his pockets. He also liked to just be around other nations when they were in his area.

just felt awkward now that his attempts at insulting him had utterly failed and he was a little scared. He manages to mumble his order to the lady at the stand and get a few tomatoes which he eyes suspiciously.

had very healthy tomatoes. Most things sold at the market were grown in Denmark.

nibbled at it cautiously. He was terribly picky and really only trusted tomatoes from his own house and Spain.

didn't blame him really, but he felt his tomatoes were some of the best.

grudgingly eats it. It certainly wasn't the best he'd ever had but he had to keep up the appearance of having a reason to be there.

hummed as he looked around. "So, any other reason why ye're here?"

scoffs. "No, why the hell would I be here, dammit!"

shrugs. "A lot of people like to visit here. Ye know a lotta Danes go to Italy, ja?"

rolls his eyes. "Of course I do, damn freaking tourists..."

smirks. "Hey, at least the Danes don't trash the place. Well, not always."

stares at him, unbelieving.

hummed and bought a few things from the market himself, enjoying fresh foods.

rolls his eyes. "Dammit, you're worse than the potato freaks.."

looked over. "How so? Because my beer is more expensive than theirs?"

sighs. "Nothing, you're stupid and I'm leaving now. Bye."

shrugged and followed beside him.

tries to ignore him as he walks home.

just kept walking beside him.

starts getting scared....

thought he was easily scared then.

really was easily scared. "T-tch, leave me alone, dammit!!"

raises his brow. "Why?"

starts to run away.

... smirked and ran after him.

...runs faster and starts to cry. "D-dammit, y'bastard!!"

laughs as he shook his head. "Calm down, kid! I'm not gonna hurt ye!"

panics. "S-SPAAAIIINNN!!! THE CREEPY BEER BASTARD IS AFTER ME!!!"

shakes his head and grabbed his shoulder. "Hey, hey. I'm not creepy, kay? Calm down."

flails and cries loudly. "GET OFF ME, BASTARD!!"

shakes his head a bit. "Come on, kid. I'm harmless~ Well, now I am."

sniffles. "D-dammit, that's exactly what someone who isn't harmless would say..."

rolls his eyes. "Ye need to get a spine, kid. Life can be scary and shit some times."

scowls. "I-I'm perfectly brave, dammit!!"

hums. "Then stop stutterin'."

glares at him. "At least I'm not a potato freak!"

smirked. "I'm not either."

crosses his arms. "Are too."

"How am I a potato freak?"

......"You just are...?"

rolls his eyes. "I'm not nearly as obsessed with them as they are. If anythin', it's fish."

knew Germans probably weren't as obsessed with potatoes as he implied but that never really stopped him...

knwe they were fond of them at the very least...

guesses that was so... He knew at least Giselle liked them... He grumbles. "What do you even want, bastard?"

shrugs. "Danes like to visit Italy, ja? So I'm visitin'."

huffs. "Then go visit my brother or something else, dammit..."

shrugs again. "I've not seen him around lately... so, show me around instead."

narrows his eyes at him. "No."

pouts a bit. "Why not?"

rolls his eyes. "Because you're annoying."

sighs. "How? I'm totally not."

glares. "I was trying to go home and you chased me down!:

siiiighed. "Fiiine. Be a scardy cat. I'ma go check things out on my own then."

puffs his cheeks. "I'm not a scaredy cat, dammit!!"

hummed and put his hands back in his pockets. "Whatever ye say, scaredy cat~"

twitches. "I'm not a scaredy cat! I'm totally brave, y'bastard!!"

nods. "Mhmmmm. Okay. Sure."

growls and starts to storm off.

smirked and shook his head. The Italians were such opposites some times it was funny.

glares at him one more time for good measure.

just gave a half assed wave. Maybe he'd cause some chaos around town.

huffs and storms home. Stupid tourist bastards...

thought he should appreciate it, he was supporting the economy~

knew that his economy was bad enough a few tourists wouldn't help anything.

could help him out if he wanted it.

wouldn't ask for it and knew that even if he did, it wouldn't actually help what between his useless brother and his own mafia.

would be weary of the mafia... he knew how bad it could be here.

knew the mafia never bothered with tourists so they were all safe, the lucky bastards.

would have fun and not worry then~

would sulk. Alone. On his own. Not being a scaredy cat.

would send him some wine.

really hoped it wouldn't be Danish or potato wine of some sort...

would get some high class Italian stuff, probably.

...could get that on his own and probably cheaper then the Dane could but... maybe it would make up for him being a bastard. At least a little bit.

send a bottle to his house then. He even hand delievered it.

stares at him incredulously. "....What the hell is this...?"

smirks. "Just enjoy it, ja?"

raises his eyebrows. "I insult you and you give me damn wine...?"

chuckled. "I'm use to insults. Really. They don't affect me at all."

...sighs. "You really are a thick headed potato tourist bastard then."

hums. "Thick headed, ja. But not potato."

huffs. "Fine, thick headed tourist bastard."

"Ye gonna drink that all yerself?"

rolls his eyes. "No, I'll probably share it. With non-tourist bastards."

shrugs. "I'm probably one of the only who won't get drunk off that. So we should drink it together."

stares at him. "What kind of stupid logic is that?"

shrugs and pulled out another bottle from his pocket.

..."What are you some kind of wine fairy tourist bastard now?"

smirks. "When it involves alcohol, I'm sneaky."

stares at him. "Huh...?"

rolls his eyes. "Are we gonna stand outside all day or go in and drink?"

..."I'm not drinking with you, dammit!!"

"Why nooot?"

"Because you are a bastard!"

sighs. "Come ooonnnn. I wanna drinkin' buddy."

"Then go ask the potato bastards!"

shakes his head. "I'm here now and wanna drink."

huffs and crosses his arms across his chest. "No. Go home."

pouts. "Come ooooon."

shakes his head. "No!"

shook his head. "Fine. Don't have fun with a Dane." He turned and opened the wine, drinking it from the bottle.

clicks his tongue. "You could at least wait until you get to your house before drinking!"

shrugs. "Why bother? This makes the journey more fun."

rolls his eyes. "The last thing I need is another drunk tourist!"

smirks. "I'll be a fun one then~"

starts shoving him northwards. "Get out...."

hums. "I am I aaaam."

keeps trying to push him, determined to push him all the way to Denmark if he has to.

made it difficult for him as he drank more.

could barely push him...

leaned against him after a while.

...falls over.

fell on him.

gasps for air. "D-DAMMIT!! GET OFF ME!!"

hums. "M'not that on ye..."

..rolls out from under him.

just flopped onto the ground.

rolls his eyes. "Just leave."

sighed and drank more, magically not spilling any. "I am."

raises an eyebrow. "Like hell you are, you're sitting on the floor drinking wine."

smiles. "It's my way of leavin'."

growls. "It isn't leaving at all!"

siiiighed and got up, drinking more wine as he started walking again. "There, be happy."

huffs. He most certainly would not be happy.

doesn't see why not, he was leaving.

rarely ever was happy. He was still mad that the other took so long to leave.

still took his time as he looked around. He did kinda like the country afterall.

glares at him as he leaves. He didn't like that he was dawdling.

didn't like being stalked but he wasn't complaining.

just making sure he was actually leaving...

loved his home too much to stay for too long.

thought that was good because he didn't like sharing his.

finally left his land, finishing off the wine as well.

finally went back home, grumbling to himself.