Today was supposed to be peaceful... supposed to be.

What the hell! How dare you pull that crap on your amazing older brother?! Nzi glares daggers at Germany, practically frothing at the mouth.*

Tch, I can't stand you, bro! Germany shouts back, his face red with anger as he squares up to Nzi.*

Sigh... Why are they going at it again today? Weimar slumps onto the couch and lets out his usual tired sigh.

Takes a long drag from his cigarette and blows out the smoke Not exactly the quiet evening I was hoping for.