Tomatoes
Italy had never wanted to fight.
No, Italy liked to paint. Italy was good at painting. Even if Austria didn't like that one time he gave him a mustache.
Really, Austria always complained to Hungary that he wore glasses because he felt plain, but if he had a nice mustache like the one Italy had painted on him he wouldn't look plain at all...
What was that?
No, Italy had never wanted to fight. He wanted to paint and cook and flirt with pretty girls all the time. He was good at those things, even if he had never kissed a girl. But they were pretty, and should be told so. Italy knew when everyone thought he was a girl, they made sure to tell him. It made him feel nice.
Even if he was a boy.
There was that noise again!
He had been so scared this morning that he had run into the forrest. But then Italy got lost, and he ate all his pasta. So he decided to take a nap.
In a tomato box.
Which was a very good place for a nap, Romano just had to try it and then he'd stop yelling at Italy for doing such things.
The thing was, when Italy awoke, he heard someone outside the box. Rattling it.
Ok, maybe the tomato box hadn't been the best place to hide.