"Da, Sasha is MASSSIVE gun!" the Russian bellowed, a smile present. Clearly this newcomer wouldn't be so bad if he could appreciate his weapon. Heavy could dig having some extra hands around here.

"Nyet, Heavy is fine. Do not call me 'Guy'." he sounded a bit stern, but wasn't exactly mean. Just letting him know the ground rules and whatnot. However, his voice changed to a lighter happier tone when Italy mentioned food. "Oh? You can cook?"

He was liking this guy already.