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Weirdness

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-person POV change

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Italy was busy walking around town. Actually, he wasn't busy. Since when was the Italian ever busy? Actually, Italy was bored. Wandering around, an idea came to him. "Yes! I know!" He jumped excitedly. "I'll go to a nice restaurant and get pasta!~" the Italian skipped down the road. A few civilians glanced at him and shrugged. This behavior was very common for most Italians. At least, people from north Italy. South Italy was a "little" different.

As Italy approached his favorite restaurant, he noticed a new one next to it. The restaurant was called, "Pasta Forever". He smiled. "Yay! A new pasta restaurant!" The Italian went inside. Bells jingled when he stepped in. A waiter was standing in front of Italy, smiling. "Why, hello! Welcome to Pasta Forever! Let me get you a table!" Italy followed him until they reached a table in the far back. "There you go." Said the waiter, handing him a menu." Italy noticed that the mans name tag read "Phil". "Thank you!" He said.

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A man sat in front of a giant computer screen, chewing his finger nail. He had dark burgundy colored hair and dark purple eyes. A single curl stuck out from his head. The brunette's eyes were surveying the screen. Suddenly he smiled and grabbed a rusty cell phone out of his pocket. "I found the one!" He smirked. "Please get him for me."

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Phil came back with a plate of pasta. "Here you are." Italy nodded thank you and began eating. About halfway through, he noticed something weird about the sauce. It tasted very different than anything he had ever had before. A little... metallic. Italy shrugged, guessing it was all his imagination. A while later, Phil returned. "Hello again. I was wondering if you wanted a tour of the kitchen. You seem to love pasta, so I thought I would ask."

Italy nodded. "Oh yes please!"

Phil took Italy back to the kitchen. The Italian stared wide eyed at everything. All the people making pasta and sauce, it was amazing to look at! Italy didn't notice when Phil closed a door behind him and locked it. "Now this won't hurt a bit." Phil said. He was holding a rag and stepped towards Italy. The Italian tried to scream, but Phil covered his mouth and nose with the rag. Italy tried not to breathe in the sickly sweet scent, but it was to late. Already the world was growing dim, until the Italian fell asleep.

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