One day, Italy was playing around with his bellybutton. Germany was sitting at his desk and tried to ignored the noisy Italian. Unable to ignore him anymore, he finally looked up at Italy and asked him why he was being so load.
"Oh, Germany! Hi! I'm just playing with Mr. Bellybutton." He then lifted up he shirt and and began squishing his tummy, making his bellybutton look like it was talking. "Hello, my name is Mr. Bellybutton! Have you come to play with me?"
Germany shook his head and sighed in annoyance.
"Italy, are you bored?"
"Si, a little."
"Zhen go run laps!" Germany ordered. Italy frowned and again began to make his bellybutton talk.
"But I'a don't want to, Germany! Mr. Bellybutton doesn't feel like it!"
"Vell, you're not 'Mr. Bellybutton'! Schtop doink zhat! Ish veird und disgusting!"
"But Mr. Bellybutton wants pasta!"
"Shut up und go run your laps! Now!" Germany screamed. Italy hung his head and dragged himself out of the room with a little whine.
Later Germany went into the kitchen and saw Japan. But he too was playing with his bellybutton.
"Herro, my name is Mr. Berrybutton. What is your name?"
"AGHHHH!" Germany screamed and quickly ran out the room. Japan stared after him in shock, but then began to scratch his head and feel confused.
"I hope I didn't do anything offensive to Mr. Germany." Italy walked in with a smile on his face.
"I'a heard Germany scream, Japan. Did you play with your bellybutton too?"
"Hai, I did what you said, Itary-kun, but I may have done something offensive because he left the room screaming."
"Nah, Germany just doesn't know how to have fun. Do you want some pasta?"
Germany was trying to recover from seeing Japan's action. He then heard Italy return back inside the house and concluded that it must have been him who influenced Japan to do something that strange. He returned to the kitchen to scold Italy, but he saw Japan and Italy waving their arms around.
"Paaastaaa!" they sang, "It makes my heart go yay!"
"ITALY! What did you do to Japan?!"
"I'a just asked if he wanted some pasta! And then we started dancing," Italy explained. Germany went to Japan and held him still by his shoulders.
"Japan, I'm sorry. I don't mean to touch you, but you have to vake up because you are acting very strange."
"Oh, Mr. Germany. I'm sorry. How odd, I didn't mean to act that way. But when Itary said he wanted pasta and started to dance, I couldn't control myself," Japan said as he woke up from his trance.
"Italy! Zhis ish all your fault!"
"What did I'a do wrong?!" Italy whined. Germany kicked him in the rear and out of the room. Japan felt a bit awkward.
"Did I do something offensive to you, Mr. Germany?"
"Nein, I'm just surprised zhat you did all of zhat 'bellybutton' nonsense. But make sure not to do it again, ja? At least not out in public."
"Hai, I shall make note," Japan nodded as he wrote something down in his notebook.