Pasta Party

Italy was bored out of his mind since he didn't know what to do. He gently sighs and started to think. He wanted pasta. That's all he wants. Before he had gotten up he had a sudden plan hit him. How about having a pasta party? He smiled his wide spaced out smile and started to think about who could come and he instantly left Italy to go to Germany.

Germany was in his house just thinking of what he could do. He thought that he could clean the house again but then heard a knock on the door. He goes and opens it and sighs. "Vhat do you vant Italy?"

The Italian had a big grin on his face and Germany had all he could do to not blush at the face as Italy clung to his arm. "I'm going to have a pasta party." Italy bluntly said. "I'd like you to come, will you, ve?"

The German was blushing lightly and thought about it. "I-I don't know Italy." He looked down and saw that Italy was now said. "I…I don't have anything planed today so…"

Italy smiled again and Germany slightly grinned as how the Italian was happy again. "Yay! Okay come around dinner time, ve." And with that he left to find more people to ask.

Later Italy had come to Japan's house. The Japanese man was doing nothing, but since he likes to be alone and closed off at times it would be a bit difficult to convince him. Italy, though, just went to Japan with the single thought of pasta.

Japan had looked up as he heard Italy coming and blinked. "Japan~." The Italian said. "I'm having a pasta party, will you come, ve?"

Japan just gave Italy a blank stare as he thought. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth to reply. "We shall see."

Taking that as a yes, Italy got even happier. "Yay! You and Germany are coming!" As he said good-bye to Japan, he skipped off back to another city.

While he was going home he saw a girl in his home town. He knew that she wasn't from Italy so he went over to her. "Ve, are you a tourist?"

She turns around and looks at him. She smiled. "You can say that. I'm from America and I wanted to see the sites, so yeah I am a tourist."

He smiles back at her, even though he was already smiling. "Then I can give you a tour, but tonight I'm having a party so I'm busy."

"A party?" She looked a bit excited. "What kind of party?"

He smiles even more than before. "A pasta party!" He nearly shouts.

She smiles even more, too. "I love pasta!"

"Then you can come, ve. It'd be fun if you did; you can meet my friends." She nods and he turns around to lead her to his house, but stops as he eyes someone. He shivers and goes behind her. "Say I'm not here."

Before she could understand two men came to her. "I could've sworn I saw him over here." One of them said in a British accent.

"Maybe you hallucinated, da?" The other man said.

"I didn't hallucinate." He then looked at the girl. "Excuse me miss," he said putting on his British charm. "But have you seen an Italian with copper hair and a strange curl?"

She looks between the two, blushing a bit from the Brit's charm. "N-no. I haven't." They looked down and she instantly said something that Italy didn't like. "There's a pasta party going on later, though."

The Brit looked at her and smiled. "He's bound to be there."

"May we come, da?"

"Nooo!" Italy shouted as he came from behind the girl. They all just looked at him and the two men had grinned at how they found the person they were looking for.

A few minutes after the encounter, Italy had made a call to Germany. Germany had heard his phone go off and just stared at it. He was reluctant to pick it up at first, but did anyway. Before he could say anything Italy had started to yell into the receiver. "Germany! Germany, help me!" The German gave a little eye roll as he thought, I should get vat people call caller ID. "Britain is here! There's also a very pretty girl here, but Britain he's here with Russia and they want me for some reason! Germany, please come and save me!"

After hearing the Italian call for help for over five minutes he spoke. "Italy, calm down I'm on my way." He hung up on the other and sighed. "Vhy does he always get in trouble and Vhy does it have to be me to always save him?"

He gave another eye roll, and got out of his chair to help his Italian friend before anything could happen.

Yeah so this is my first short fanfic that i have written. I don't know if it's any good but i had this idea for a while now and thought that i could put it as a short fanfic, so i hope you enjoyed it.

Reviews are welcome :)