HEY! YOU! No, the person behind you pfft, yes you! I just want to tell you that this is my first story for Hetalia, so no flames. Oh god, tell me what you think of this crap I thought up while riding a scooter (shut up, they still exist XD). This takes place in the beginning of axis powers when Germany was making the bird houses. Yep. That's reaaaaally early... Bear with me though, I don't like it much either XD

My POV

"Germany, Germany! Come here, I made up a new pasta dish for youuuu~!" Italy called to Germany, who was this close to going berserk and throwing him out again.

"Ugh, fine. Make it quick though. I still have to make these bird houses. Can't get any work done when I'm around you." He quietly said the last part to himself, fearing the country would ball his eyes out and raise the dreaded white flag.

"Well, you like meatballs, right?" Came the high pitched reply.

"Yes, I suppose so, why?"

"I made a pastapasta dish with meatballs!"

Italy jumped around Germany in pure bliss when Germany said: "Would you like me to try it or something?"

Italy nodded his head so fast it looked like it would fall off. "Hang on, I'll be right-a back!" He said to Germany, who was dreading the taste. He did like meat balls but he didn't really care for pasta.

Within fifteen seconds or less, Italy came back with a steaming dish of pasta with meatballs and tomato sauce on the side. "I didn't know if you liked tomato sauce or not, so I left it on the side for you!" He said cheerfully.

"Thanks I guess."

Germany sat down at his table again, pushing the birdhouses aside and Italy set down the dish and sauce. He took a spoon and put some sauce on it. Reculantly he took the fork, cut a meatball and spun the pasta around it.

Italy watched his every move, waiting to see if Germany would like it. He had already put the freshly made pasta in his mouth and was making a weird face.

Instantly, Italy went into his surrender mode.

"I'M SORRY I'M SORRY! I NEVER SHOULD HAVE MADE TH-" he was cut off by Germany shushing him. It was then that Italy realized that Germany's weird face was a face of delight.

"Shut up you pasta loving softie. I like it." He handed Italy the dish and told him to put it away. Italy smiled and skipped out of the room.

When he came back, he said, "I call it pasta and meatballs!"

Germany found it peculiar that it didn't have a catchy name. "It has to have a better name, Italy, or no one will buy it."

Italy looked at Germany in surprise and confusion. Why would Germany want to sell it? Why would he want to help? Why hadn't it occurred to him that the name sucked?

"What, then?" Italy was scratching his head.

"Hmm. I don't know, but it has to be catchy."

"Balls and strings!" Italy suggested

"W-what?! No! That sounds like a child's toy, try something else."

"Germany, I don't know! I have never named any of my dishes, other than pizza, but France helped me with that..." Italy told Germany.

"Okay... Well, I thought of a name. How about spaghetti and meatballs? If you like it, I'll let you use it when w-"

"YES, YES GERMANY I LOVE IT! :D" Italy had a huge smile on his face. So much so that I put it in his quotation.

And that's how spaghetti and meatballs were made!

YEP, LOAD OF CRAP! I know that its not in character. At all. I tried, but I failed. Anyway, no flames, but constructive criticism is always fine with me

Peace!