"B-Bruder, don't touch it...!"

"Aw, come on, West!"

"Get your filthy hands away from it, Prussia. Heaven knows where they've been."

"Not touching yours, obviously!"

"I can take care of it myself, just concentrate on your own!"

"But where's the fun in that?"

"Not everything has to be "fun", you imbecile."

"Yeah?! Watch this!"

"H-hey, stop that! You're getting my table messy! Bruder!!"

"You idiot! You got it all over Germany, what are you thinking?!"

"I dunno, that maybe he wanted me to?"

"...Austria, please get a towel. They're in a drawer next to the oven."

"Of course."

Germany sighed. 'So much for sandwiches...I guess we'll have to skip lunch...'