Italy, Fuck you. Fuck you in the eyes and fuck you in every hole you have, you fucking putrid piece of horse shit. I hope you die in a fucking fire, you lummox of a country being, and I quite frankly have always hated you even more than Germany. Fucking GERMANY. I wish you would just off yourself with largest gun you can find and shoot yourself in the god damn ears you twatpickle. You’re not even helpful on any scam I take twelve god damn hours to make, you’re just detrimental. How the hell have you not gotten yourself killed, you faggotniggerdickshlongaholic. When Prussia calls us dorks, he’s talking about you. Not us, all we do is fucking work our god damn asses off and you just jack off all over we work for. You’ll never get a job when you grow up and I have no idea what the school is doing for you. You probably just shit yourself in the back of the classroom and pick your god damn nose with a screwdriver. Remember when you got that ship in a bottle stuck on your finger? Well next time it’ll be your dick, and no one will want to help you. Do you even floss? I’ve never known anyone to look at pasta pornography. I doubt that’s even legal where we live. You’re a cock-ass dickhole and no one in the culdesac even likes you. Not even Spain. Fuck you.
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, Romano? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my country in the mafia, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the allies, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire Italian armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another country. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me? Think again, Romano. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across North Italy and your location is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, fratello. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Northern Italian Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of our country, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, Fratello.
El jefe was an obsessive parent again today…
The fact he’s shaking with enthusiasm over the kawaiis is probably my favourite thing.