Well hey there! This is my first Hetalia only story! I've written a Dragonball Z crossover with Hetalia with my friend (her username is Ayamari Uta). The story is going to be interesting.. so sumimasen if its bad...
On with the story!
The country of America in human form was walking with his Italian friend. Well yes they were Italian and American, but they represented the United States of America and Italy. Anyways, they were walking together in complete silence. The air was thick. You couldn't even cut it with a knife. You'd need a chainsaw. Italy then decided that the silence deserved to be broken.
"So America," Italy started, "Have you ever had pasta?" America looked towards his Italian friend.
"No, I don't think so dude. I'm happy with my absurd piles of hamburgers!" laughed the American. Italy's eyes bugged out! How could this "great" country not have had pasta!? Pasta was the best thing ever!
"What? You never had pasta? Oh well! I'll make some for you!" exclaimed Italy.
"Really? Ok! Thanks dude! You're the bomb! Like KABOOM!" America said. He was going to have pasta. It probably wouldn't be as great as Coke or Hamburgers but if it mattered to Italy, then he could try it.
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Later that night, we can find America in Italy's house.
"So…uh…Italy, could you tell me what this is?" America spoke as he lifted his fork. A couple of noodles ran off the fork onto the plate below.
"That is pasta! Try it!" Italy exclaimed, he too was at the table with a mountainous bowl of pasta. His fork was in hand and sauce was all over his face.
"Italy?" America said. He put his fork down and looked serious towards the Italian. Italy was shocked for the American seemed to never be serious.
"Um..what is it?"
America looked him right in the eye and said, "Do you…" America started to smile, "like transsexual lizards?"
Italy was flabbergasted. What the hell was that about? Eh. It is America. Odd stuff always comes out of him. America just laughed on and on.
"America, try the pasta!" Italy urged on the American.
America shrugged. He was hungry and the pasta looked REALLY good. He grabbed up some pasta onto his fork and moved it to his mouth. He chewed and swallowed the Italian food.
"That was…DOWNRIGHT AMAZING MAN!" America screamed. Italy was happy!
For the rest of the night, the two enemies turned friends ate pasta and got drunk. Not surprising now is it?
Story is short I know... I think this story is bad haha I actually just got back into the Hetalia fandom so I'm getting used to writing Hetalia stuff..
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