the pride of rome.

[// Excitement can be quite the contagious emotion-- the rise in the other nation's voice enough to cause the Spaniard's own spirits to rise. ]

"Hints--? Ah... hm..." 

[// Voice becomes pensive as thought is necessary at the moment, lips pursing in a weak hum as he sorted through the words in order to connect them to whatever the supposed surprise is. The final word is the giveaway, so to speak, furrowed brow lifting as the grin returns to his features. ]

"i love you, man."

"stay with me forever, man."

Antonio, amigo!

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Hope I’m not disturbing too much, but I’ve got a surprise for you.

[// It's a surprise, getting a call from his long time friend out of no where, but it's a pleasant one for sure. Grin slips over his lips, creases forming at the corners of his eyes from the wide smile he's sporting. ] 

"Indeed it has! I have missed you."

"Of course you aren't--" 

[// His sentence falter mid-point, voice fading into a soft noise of 'ah' at the mention of a surprise. It intrigues him, nonetheless, attention completely given to the Romanian on the other end of the devise. ]