Oh... [He hums pensively and taps his forefinger against his bottom lip.] No... I haven't ever heard of a drink named energon! I like red wine, that's yummy! Don't you want to try some? But maybe Prussia knows energon, he has a bar and they have all kinds of drinks there!

[He brightens again after all that hard important thinking.] If we're going to be friends I should know your name! You can't be friends with someone whose name you don't know... Ve~ you could be but you would be a bad friend! My name is Feliciano Vargas, I'm... [And here his boisterousness falters again as he is torn. Italy or North Italy? Which one is he? No matter which one he chooses, it feels wrong.] I'm Italy.