Chapter one:
'Ring ring, ring ring' Germany picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hello Germany."
It was Japan. "Why are you calling? I'm kind of busy," Germany said.
"Well, last time I was visiting you, on my way back home I overheard France, saying that in a few months time he would try too steal Italy's pasta," Japan said.
"Go on," Germany beckoned.
"So I was wondering what would happen, and I built a robot of France. I was wondering if you would join me, too watch what happens."
"Okay, I'll meet you at Italy's house," Germany agreed mischievously.
Outside of Italy's house, Japan and Germany were hiding in the bushes. "So I put the France robot at the door," Japan said to Germany.
"And I also took the big bow off the crate of pasta Italy gave me, and put a letter at his bedroom window, saying that I heard that France wanted to steal his pasta."
They waited a few minutes-but it felt like hours. And finally Italy opened a window, and took the letter. A purple aura came out of the window (like Russia's) and before the two knew it, Italy had jumped out of the window holding a baseball bat, anger and creepiness filled his eyes. He landed right on top of the France robot and started pulling out the fake hair with his teeth, his two friends trembled in the bushes. Italy grabbed the bat with both his hands and swung it at the robot's neck, sending the head about twenty meters away. Finally Italy crushed the robotic rib cage with his bat, and pushed the crate of pasta inside.
Germany and Japan froze in fear until the front door was shut, then they ran away, screaming, until they went all the way to Germany's house.
Panting, they sat down, still shaking from fear. After a while, Germany built up the courage too speak; "I was not expecting that."
Japan nodded.