One day Italy was in a farm. He had been taking care of the animals when he suddenly tripped and fell in pig shit.

"Ah!" He cried in disgust. "Ew! Nasty! Yucky!"

Italy stood up and attempted to wipe the dung off his clothes, only to fall again. He then began to cry and roll around.

Out of nowhere, Japan came up behind him (not stepping in the shit, of course.) "Italy? What are you doing?"

"I'm having a temper tantrum," He replied, then continued rolling around and crying. "BLARGHAGHURGH!"

After 30 minutes of this, Italy calmed down and stood up. He then walked home nonchalantly, and everyone gawked at his shit-covered clothes as he passed.

When Italy finally arrived home, his phone beeped. He pulled it out and flipped it open, revealing the following message:

1 NEW VOICEMAIL

He sighed and pressed okay, putting the phone to his ear.

"You have one unheard voicemail." It beeped, then Germany's voice boomed through the phone.

"Nigga this be the fifteenth motherfucking time I've called and left yo ass messages. I done text yo bitch ass, and you ain't respondin' to nothin'. What the fuck is you doing? Who the fuck is you out there with? You think I'm stupid, my girls already done put me up on your ass tonight. When you get home I got some news for your ass!"

"No more messages."

Italy stood there for a moment, not moving, before slowly closing the phone and putting it in his pocket.

"I wonder what's for dinner?"