You woke up. You smell the sweet smell of pasta. You are in a comfortable bed, and you wake up. You rub your eyes, and you see the door open, you quickly wake up and take a towel and shower. You come back to the room when you are done showering, and you look in the closet to change into some clothes. You wear sweat pants and a long sleeve shirt, with a sweater. You come out and you see Italy. He is humming a song-and you feel like you know him AND the song. Italy turned around and have his brightest, "hello."
You waved at him, and you smiled. "Yes!" you thought to yourself, you know him more than anyone else. But you have a strange memory that you saw him somewhere, before. And you smile and you stare at Italy. He turns off the stove and he looks back at you and smiles bright at you.
"At your service, anytime, anywhere." said Italy, smiling.
You thought, "that's right, I started living on my own, but I did t say I need a secret service.."
Italy served you the pasta and you ate it. You smiled at him and he smiled back.
When you finished, Italy took your plate and put it inside the kitchen.
"I'll finish that later." Italy told you.
You nodded.