Author's note's: Sorry for this very short fic, I just wanted to do this when it randomly came to me and I have nowhere else to put. So why not?

"Agh, I can't believe you lead us to that stupid river!" A drenched Romano said as he scowled at his shaking brother.

"Aw, but I was trying to get us away from America's tanks, I didn't mean to get us wet!"

"Next time we get caught having picnic, make sure it's not near near an enemy base, ass crumble!"

"Hey Romano, why don't we take the English's uniforms?" Italy called out pointing at boxes filled with clothes that appeared by the way of cartoon magic, wearing a smile. "They won't attack us if we look like them."

"Huh? That's not a bad idea. Alright Dumb Dumb, let's do it."

Several minutes later Japan noticed Germany walking towards him holding a charred-mud covered Italy and Romano by their jackets.

"Uh, Mr. Germany, what are you carrying?"

"Dumbasses." He answered.

Meanwhile, Romano didn't say anything just pouted like a misbehave six year-old and Italy just hung with a sadden face.