Italy knew that tonight, his little tight ass would be destroyed by his Doitsu for not having wurst on the table in time before the German came back from work. "Ve~ But Doitsu…I-I tried to get some wurst…but pasta is good and~"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Doitsu-san screamed, banging his hands against the table in sheer anger (because he is Doitsu-san, lolz). Italy began to cry as Germany/Doitsu-san whipped out his massive seventy-foot-long wurst penis, tearing Italy's clothes off by using the force. "SLUT!" Doitsu-san yelled, slamming into Italy's nice and wet ass. Italy cried. Doitsu finished up inside him in the matter of minutes, pulling out and throwing Italy on the couch by once again, using the force. He slammed into Italy and came again before he disappeared around the corner. Italy was left crying on the couch but then cheered up instantly, despite the fact that his asshole was permanently destroyed, when he realized he had a whole pot of Alfredo to chow down on. He was an Italian slut when it came to his delicious, prized pasta.
As his little, kawaii hands went for the pot, a wild Doitsu suddenly appeared and took the pot, slamming and breaking it on the ground. "NEIN PASTA FO YOU!" He said and disappeared again. Italy cried, caring more for his pasta than his own ass. "WE'RE THROUGH!" With that, Italy somehow packed his stuff without going upstairs, and his pasta things before he left.