I was making pasta in the kitchen. I loved the dish like everyone else in the family. Today though, it was not only for us. A G8 meeting was being hosted here in Rome Italy. Normally I would stay far away from the house but today was an excellent day to show off my pasta making skills.

I knew my boss wouldn't mind, he was too much of a wimp when it came to me to say anything. I began to sing,

"I love pasta, you see!
Can't you understand what I'm saying? But I want to say it over and over,
Just because I really love it!
The world is made of
precious flour and water!"

I nodded my head in a motion before heading to the chorus,

"When I look up to the empty sky, I see lightly floating macaroni. The happiness of slowly savoring the taste... Come on, let's boil hot water!"

I did a little hip swing before stiring the noodles and beginning the next verse.

"The source of my energy
Durum semolina 100%

If I'm not feeling well, I don't worry about it.
Tomorrow I'll power up 200%

A tomato box fairy will,
transform those tears into sauce!"

I sang happily as I poured the tomato sauce into a pot and added seasoning.

"When it stops raining I go see my friend, and pile up memories with ravioli.
Since I want to see your smiling face... Come on, let's boil hot water!

When the two of us gaze at the sky, we see stelline glittering in the night sky.
Encircle the perfect star... Come on, let's boil hot water!"

I finished as I drained the pasta.

"Pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta
Pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta
Pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta... yay!"

I finished after dishing the pasta out into 9 plates and putting the sauce on top of it.I chuckled inwardly; no one knew that I was so much like my older brothers in so many ways.

No one needed to know either. I mean, what would you say if you saw the personification of the mafia being happy and singing a sappy tune about pasta? No one would take me seriously anymore if they found out I was just a much more aggressive version of my brothers. With that blasted curl and everything.

Just like no one needed to know America and Russia had been watching me, "It's so sad Russia..." "What is America?" The Russian asked his American acquaintance, "She sings so cutely and acts like it too…But she is the personification of the most well know criminal organization in the world and we still haven't been able to put her in her place…" Russia was quiet for awhile, "That is sad…We should get going to the meeting before someone finds us." America nodded.

This place was full of things people didn't need to know… Like Korea hiding in the bushes waiting to get your breasts.

Author's Corner

HaHaHaHa! I finally finished my first Hetalia fanfic! I love Hetalia and Italy~ I also love Canada and England! I decided to do one on my OC Mafia! She looks exactly like Italy, just with green eyes and is shorter and a lot more smart assed. I really liked this song, and it went with the whole 'making pasta' theme. Beware of Korea's hiding in the bushes! They want your breasts!