"Fairytales?" Italy asked.
"Yes! America doesn't really have a ton, most are just the Grimm brothers." America said rubbing the back of his neck.
Italy frowned.
"Oh yes the Grimm brother fairytales."
America tilted his head.
"Ya, what's wrong with them." He asked.
"Oh, nothing. Ve~" Italy said, "I just don't like fairytales that much."
The meeting went practically silent.
"Why the bloody hell not?" England asked.
"Fairytales are important culture Italy." Germany said.
Italy thought about it, how he used to connect the Holy Roman Empire to fairytales.
He had even said one time, that he would be the little Italian's prince if he wanted him to be.
Hungary had just read them a fairytale.
"Ve~! I would be terrified if I was captured like that!" Italy had said shaking slightly.
Holy Roman had just looked away.
"Don't be silly I would rescue you." He had said, face red like Romano got.
Italy had laughed.
"You would be my prince?"
Holy Roman looked like he was going to explode his face was so red.
"S-si."
Then he had run out of the room.
Italy wasn't paying attention a light blush painted his face and he had a faraway look with a matching dreamy smile.
The other countries watched as Italy zoned out.
Suddenly his face hardened.
He started to straighten the papers in front of him.
"They're story's. Nothing but silly stories." He said before reaching swiftly for his briefcase, his voice cracking.
America stopped him, not noticing the mood.
"What no way!" the American said grabbing Italy's shoulders, "They are wonderful! We should all be searching for that princess, or prince!"
Italy looked down, he shook his head.
"No, no! Yes! They're out there!" the American shouted shaking the Italian's shoulders.
The Italian backed away harshly.
He could feel his eyes start to water.
You can't cry. Not about this.
He sniffles, and pushes America away, and then he wipes his eyes and smiles.
"They just aren't real America."
Then he leaves.