Romano glanced over to Spain, a smirk on his face as he lifted up his index finger.
Soon, Spain noticed this and grabbed his hard rock that lay between his legs.
Still smirking, Romano lifted his middle finger, scissoring it with his index finger.
A look of determination swept across Spain's face as he held Romano's glare.
"You ready?" Romano looked at Spain, his scissored fingers poised and ready.
"I was born ready." Spain almost moaned, clutching the rock.
With a smirk, Romano held up his hand so Spain could view the fingers.
Then, it hit Spain, he had won this round.
Rock, paper, scissors..... It's fun~