Thaovy swung the door of Italy's house open, a pair of sunglasses placed obnoxiously over her normal glasses. "I'm back bitches."

"Thaovy!" Sebastian beamed in greeting. "Come join our wine tasting!"

"I'm pretty sure even here, I'm underaged." Thaovy commented as she walked into the kitchen. She paused slightly as she come upon the group, which consisted of Feliciano, Lovino, Sebastian, and Shelby, all sitting at a table filled with wine bottles. "Shelby what are you doing here?"

"I love grape juice. I figured I give alcoholic grape juice a shot." She stated, eyeing her glass as she swirled the contents.

"We thought it be fun to have Shelby over too, since she's family!" Italy cheered, leaning against her shoulder.

"Preeeeetttttyyyyy sure I'm not a personified nation." She stated. "But I am Italian."

"Romano, tell Thaovy what we named our group!" Italy urged.

"No."

Sebastian stood up, gesturing with wide arms towards the others at the table. "We are the Trio italiano! Isn't that fun?"

"That means Italian trio incase you speak an actual language." Shelby muttered to Thaovy.

"Stop insulting your heritage and drink your damn wine!" Romano hissed.

"Leave me and my alcohol grape juice alone!" Shelby cried, clutching the glass.

"You guys are a mess." Thaovy stated, going towards the hallways to drop her stuff off in the room. But before she left, she paused her brows furrowing. She glanced at the group in confusion. "Why do you call yourself the Italian trio if there's four of you?"

All four pairs of eyes looked at Thaovy and widened in horror.

"HOW DID I NOT REALIZE THAT?" Shelby shouted, before eyeing the wine in horror. "You did this."

"Who the hell named us Trio italiano?" Romano demanded. Both Shelby and Sebastian pointed at Feliciano.

He smiled nervously. "I may have forgotten to count myself, ve..." He admitted sheepishly.

"We could rename ourselves the Italian Quartet." Sebastian suggested.

"Does that mean we have to sing?" Shelby griped. "I don't know any Italian music. Can we change the words to English?"

Romano gasped in disgust. "It would never translate properly, don't be a moron."

"I'm the moron? At least my sisters know how to count to four!" Shelby shot back.

"It just rolled off the tongue!" Italy cried.

"Can't we all just get along?" Seborga asked. "Thaovy, don't you think we should- oh she left."