|'Bless you.'

startles a little at that, before giving him a suspicious look. "Grazie."

holds up in hands in defence, 'What? I didn't make you sneeze mate.' He rolls his eyes.

huffs softly. "Well, si. Obviously." He gives the other another look, before continuing to tune his guitar. He better not be getting fucking sick again....

takes a seat opposite the nation, watching him tune the guitar. 'You're not having a good time of it, are ya? Is your economy that shit?'

's shoulders drop, and he scowls again. "My boss is a fucking idiota, sleeping with all these damn women, the worst kind in term of scandal, and we have to lease our old castles and our prisons, and our_

_fucking history, because we're in so much debt, and..." He paused, head dropping as he sighed. "Fuck...it's not going well, you know?"

reaches over to ruffle his hair, giving him a sympathetic smile. 'I don't know exactly. But I'll listen to you and hopefully come to understand it better. I'll try and help you in some way as well, of course.'

scowls, batting his hand away. What was it with people and his hair? "Grazie...I guess. Any help is appreciated, but unless I can make my boss wear a chastity belt, or make our debt vanish..." Not to mention_

_the complete fuckery that was going on. Porn in the Vatican. Really? Did people have absolutely no boundaries anymore?

laughs, 'I could force your boss into a chasity belt, but I think he would find a way around it somehow.'

rolls his eyes. "I'm sure he would. This shit has been going on for so long..."