Who: Alfred and Lovino
When: September 6th
Where: Mickey D's
What: With all that's been going on with Antonio, people leaving, new jobs and up-tight Austrians, sometimes you just need a Big Mac and a McFlurry and an American to rage at.
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Armani and special sauce do NOT mix )
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Alfred actually took a step back when the little Italian started to yell at him, more out of shock than anything else, not that he wasn't quick the glare back. "What's my problem?" he demanded, "you're the one walking around not looking where you're going!"
Folded his arms over his chest, the bag in his hand waving wildly in his hand. Okay maybe he could try intimidating him, he was, what, like five feet higher than this shrimp.
"You're not exactly the kind of guy that should be telling me off."
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Romano cut himself off, keeping a close eye on Alfred's bag so that it didn't hit him or his food.
"Che diavolo vuoi dire con questo?"
He looked him over again. The American didn't seem like someone he'd have a problem with yelling at; he certainly wasn't a part of the mafia, and unless Romano's knowledge of US superstars was as bad as his indifference for them, Alfred didn't look like anyone famous either.
Just another arrogant American.
"Whatever," he waved him off, "Just piss off already."
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Alfred really didn't like that look this... this kid was giving him. Like he was nothing. Alfred didn't like being treated like he was nothing.
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