Alfred was just hanging around by himself, that is until two certain Italians dressed up in wild fashion showed up.
"Whoa, well you two look fancy!" said Alfred as he looked up and down over Feliciano and Romano.
"We're the Pasta brothers." said Romano in an annoyed tone.
"Ah, I've heard of you!" said Alfred. Alfred remembers he read about these Pasta brothers in a magazine once. They were famous for their outrageous fashion statements.
"Pfft, tell us something we don't know" replied Romano, resting his hands on his hips. Hasn't everyone heard about him and his brother by now?
"So, why do you two dress like that?" asked Alfred.
"Like what?" replied Feliciano.
"Like a really crazy person! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" replied Alfred laughing at the two. Did they really think those clothes were normal?
"Hey! We're artists! Why should be labeled as just two brothers singing about pasta when we've come to so many different things?" Said Romano. How dare he just call him and his brother crazy!
"I made some macaroni art in camp once, Wanna see?"
"Not really…" said Feliciano a little freaked out.
Out of nowhere, Alfred pulled out a picture of macaroni art. "See! It's a picture of me! So I'm an artist too! Hahahahaha!"
"I don't think so, we take our art and music to the extreme. It has raw passion and thought. When we sing it means something." replied Feliciano.
"What?" asked Alfred a bit confused.
"Fine, you'll just show you what we mean." Feliciano and Romano said at the same time.
The room suddenly grew dark and the spotlights were on Feliciano and Romano
"Where the heck did we get money for spotlights?" said Alfred as Romano began to sing.
"Pa Paaastaaaaa!"
"Roma To-May-Tah!"
"Garlic Ooo-La-La!"
"It's so delicious!" sang Feliciano in a higher pitch.
"Forget Spaghetti, we want Linguine. Gimme me Fusilli, Penne, or Ziti."
"Ravioli!"
"Gnocchi or Tortellini." sang Feliciano.
The music suddenly stopped as Romano looked at his brother.
"Idiota! I was suppose to sing at that part! Hai rovinato tutto!" said Romano as he hit his brother.
"Gahh! Mi dispiace! Mi dispiace! Help me!" said Feliciano.
Alfred looked a little freaked out by the song.
"Uhh…..You guys stutter lot."
"Shut up! That's just the way we sing!" said Romano as he continued to hit his brother. So what if someone saw him? He is his brother after all.
"Hahaha! Are you mad cause you got Pa-pa-pa-pa-pasta face? Hahahahaha!"
Alfred said as he started to laugh.
"Your not funny you hamburger eating bastard!" said Romano.
"Hey calm down! I was just being fusilly! Hahahahahaha!"
"Hey, Pasta brothers! I wrote a song too! Wanna hear it?" asked Alfred.
"No!" said Feliciano and Romano at the same time.
Alfred began to sing to the tune 'Bad Romance'
"I'm the hero hero hero hero hero! Hero hero hero hero hero hero hero hero hero hero!"
"Ugg! Shut up you annoying twat! I'd rather be raped by France then to hear you sing that annoying song!"
Suddenly a pair of hand grabbed the two Italians from behind.
"~"
"Not d-damnit! I really didn't mean it! Let me go you wine guzzling bastard!" said Romano as he and his brother were dragged away.
Feliciano waved a white flag "Ve~ I hope there's pasta" as he cried baseball sized tears.
"Whoa! Pasta brothers, you got Ra-ra-ra-ra-raped face! Hahahahahaha…..Ow, that kinda looks like it hurts." Alfred quickly left, hoping he won't be the next victim of France.
