staring at him. Staring, and snapping pictures while he fails to hide his laughter.

frowns when he notices the flashes from Romano's camera. "I don't see why you're laughing."

barely holds back an 'eep' when he's caught, and glares to hide how uh..not..scared he is. Nope. "I'm not laughing..." He was definitely laughing.

crosses his arms over his chest, very unimpressed. His frown only deepens at that. "If you're not laughing than I'll just assume you're crying...which isn't too unusual in that case."

scowls, turning red as he huffs. "I do not cry! Stop lying you fucking bastardo, I..I don't!"

doesn't look impressed at all with the insults. "You don't cry?" He asks clearly unbelieving since he had seen the Italian cry on many occasions.

huffs, crossing his arms. "No! I don't! You're confusing me with Feliciano again, he's the cry baby."

's brow quirks up. "Ja, okay." The tone clearly conveyed his disbelief.

fumes, getting more frustrated. "I don't cry! When I do, they're tears of..of joy!" Certainly not fear >>;;

he should stop trying to explain himself. "Lovino...fine, you don't cry." He turns around to fix something on his clothing with a slight roll of his eyes. This was the Italian brother he had a hard time dealing

with.

doesn't know why, but that didn't feel like a victory. "Damn straight!" It's the only thing he can think to say, and he just...quickly snaps a picture while he's distracted.

can hear the camera go off and bristles. He needed to breathe..and keep his composure. "Was my choice in clothing the only thing that brought you out here?"

about that for a moment. "Si..." Right? "Oh. Have you seen Elizaveta lately? I need to speak with her."

turns back around. "Ja, I've seen her. She should be at home. Did you try checking there before coming here?"

nods. "Si. But maybe she's out somewhere...Well, I'll check later. So long as she's not visiting another nation or something." Then he'd have no idea at all where to find her.

couldn't disagree that it would make it hard. "Would you like something to drink? I mean you're already here, no point in running off just yet."

watches him a little suspiciously. He doesn't know why Ludwig would be polite after he'd shown up solely to laugh at his stupid clothes. "Will you poison it?"

would have liked too but won't. "If I actually were to poison it. I wouldn't answer your question truthfully. I'm going to assume that's a yes to my offer however."

him another look, and then shrugs. "Si. Grazie." He fires off a text to his brother though, saying that if he ends up dead, Ludwig is the one who poisoned him. Precautions and all.

goes off to grab them both a beer since they would be needing it in their company. He comes back and offers one to Romano.

a little pleased to see the beer, but he wouldn't say that. "Grazie" He takes the beer, taking back a long drink. To deal with his present company, it would be useful.

can't help but be tense in the other's company and takes an equally long drink if not longer.

if this is just going to be an awkward and tense visit on a whole. Probably... "At least your beer isn't shit." There. A compliment...right?

does take it as a compliment since it was Romano and he was sure that was as close to a compliment he was going to get. "I doubt my beer would taste like shit." He replies.

shrugs. "Well it's better than Alfred's piss water at any rate." Alfred was a good friend, but his beer was shit.

's lips quirks up in amusement. "Don't try his wine in that case."

feigns a terrified look. "I would never. Dio only knows how shitty that would be. I'd need new taste buds."

can't help but laugh at that. "Such a good friend, hmm." He drinks more of his beer.

smiles a little. "I never claimed to be a good friend. I cook Alfred all the pasta he wants to make up for it."

nods, it was true, Romano didn't claim such a status. "Interesting relationship."

shrugs. "It works, though. We're pretty good friends." He'd never imagined he would be friends with Alfred of all people, but he was, and he was very fond of him.

that's good. Everyone should have good friends. It had taken Ludwig many years before he even made one. "That's good."

nods, taking another drink from his beer. "Si...I bet you get annoyed. Antonio, and the wine bastard, and your fratello probably getting up to trouble all the time."

sighs. There were days he really didn't understand how they could keep such a childish mindset. "There are good and bad days."

quirks an eyebrow. "I highly doubt there are good days with those three. Take it from someone else that has to deal with that bullshit." Antonio always dragged him into shit..

tried hard to not get dragged into Gilbert's madness but it didn't always work. "Those good days are usually when I get angry." He adds.

stares at him. "I don't see how those are good days."