Ah, Kraft Dinner, or known as Easy Mac to our American friends, is probably the greatest Canadian invention to grace our grocery stores since Maple Syrup. The idea of Macaroni and Cheese brings us happy thoughts. To Italy, well ...

"Oh *chew* My *chomp* GOD! *Swallows*" America was sitting at Canada's dinner table, promptly enjoying the stove top prepared Mac n Cheese. "This stuff is the greatest!" He announced, flashing a thumbs up before shovelling more of the cheesy goodness in his mouth.

Canada just sighed abit, pinching the bridge of his nose when America was talking with his mouth full, but he couldn't help but flash a happy smile at his brother's compliment. "I'm glad you like it, but its only KD." Canada said. It wasn't like he made his famous Pancakes with Maple syrup.

"Only KD?" America announced in mock horror before eatting another mouthful. "This is pure gold, Mattie!" He said, motioning with his hands. Canada couldn't help but giggle. He really felt good to hear these things from his brother. "Yeah! I even sent Italy a few boxes of this stuff since he loves pasta." America said before returning to his meal.

Canada frozed. Eyes widen in horror as his mouth slowly parted. "Y-you did what?" His normally quiet voice was now shrill with terror.

"Uhh... I sent Italy some of your KD?..." America repeated unsure about why Canada was acting all strange. He should be happy that his big brother did this for him.

"Oh MAPLE!" Canada cried out, gripping his hair. "Maple maple maple!" He continued crying out as he frantically paced around with a very confused America watching.

"What are y-" America was cut off when the sound of the front door opened. Damn, Canada has to learn to lock his door.

The two brothers became silent as they heard foot steps comming closer to the kitchen.

"Veee?..." Came a very familiar voice before the figure walked in. Canada's face paled and America's face lit up.

"Hey Italy! How are ya?" America said as he quickly got up and walked over to the Italian with the bowl of Mac n Cheese in hand. "You want some?" America then soon regretted those words as Italy's hand moved too quickly for America to see, slapping the bowl out of his hand. The bowl smashed and America jumped and quickly backed up next to the terrified Canadian.

"H-hey? Why did ya do that for?" Italy just stared at the broken mess on the floor before shooting his piercing gaze to the two. Whoa! Was this actually Italy's brother or did they just walked into the Twilight Zone? Cold hatred was emitting from the Italian. Even Russia- no, scratch that... even Belarus would run screaming from witnessing such a thing.

"Italy is not happy." He muttered. "Some mean person sent me this..." Italy trailed off, gazing down at harmless Mac n Cheese on the floor. "...this...THIS FILTHY EXCUSE OF PASTA!" Italy screamed in anger, stomping violently at the mess. Suddenly he stopped, as if he was trapped in time.

Canada and America were now both quaking in fear. Holding each other as if this was thier last day on Earth. Slowly he turned his head and looked at the twin nations.

"Ve... Which one of you is Canada. Italy gets confused." Italy said, his voice was void of emotion.

"He is!" Came two voices. Canada and America both pointing accusing fingers at each other. Both gasping at the same time at each other's treachery. Italy just shrugged his shoulders.

"I guess it doesn't matter... I'll deal with you both." Italy uttered, slowly advancing towards the two with his signature white flag in hand. Suddenly that innocent flag didn't look so innocent any more.

"No! No! I'm still a virgin! I can't die yet!" Cried the Canadian.

"And I have family in Italy! I can't die!" The American cried afterwards. But Italy kept advancing.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"