Turkey was, as a general rule, ignored during meetings. He didn't talk much, other than to insult Greece, and never stood up with his own ideas. The masked Nation much preferred to sit back and watch all the younger Nations bicker. Unfortunetely, it was break. And he was hungry. So, going against baser instincts, he asked the others of they wanted him to pick something up for them. Most had brought their own food, so they answered no. And Japan and America had been too engaged in their game to notice. However, Italy did answer.
"Ve~ I would love some pasta! Wpuld you get me some pasta?" Turkey nodded, though confused. Wasn't it a bit early in the day for pasta? Oh well, if Italy wanted pasta; Turkey would get him pasta.
After picking up his own food (a simple samdwich), the chocolate France had asked for and the strawberries Poland wanted (and an apple for America, as the boy was fond of them and would probably be hungry after his game), Turkey set off to find Italy's pasta. Looking at all the different kinds, Turkey almost cried.
"Are you alright?" Turkey turned to the human whom addressed him, and sighed in relief.
"Nah, not really. 'M 'sposed to be pickin' some up fer a friend. But I don' know what kind he'd like," Turkey said. The woman nodded knowingly.
"There are a lot of choices, huh? Why don't you get a mix?" Turkey's face lit up and he hugged the woman happily.
"You're a genius, miss! Thank you!" The woman chuckled when he released her and walked away. Turkey grabbed a mix and headed to the check out counter.
Back at the meeting room, Turkey dropped France off his chocolate, Poland his strawberries and set America's apple next to him. All were met with thanks. Well, sort of. America just smiled, but still. However, Italy came with a problem.
"Ve~ Um, Turkey? What is this?" Turkey frowned.
"Pasta. You asked for pasta."
"Turkey, this is cake!"
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Welp. Hooray for Hetalia one shots! This is the first, and I hope you all enjoyed it! to clear up any confusion, in Turkish "pasta" means cake.
Until Next Time, This is Italy's Driving saying; That's All Folks!
