"Dude, Britain, look, it's an ice cream parlour!" America yelled, pointing to a brightly coloured cart. He ran towards it, Britain in tow.
"America, I really don't think-" Britain was cut himself off when he saw Italy standing in the cart, with a colourful cap on, licking ice cream.
"Veh~ Not as good as pasta," he complained. "Ahh, hey!" he excitedly waved to Britain and America.
"Hi, dude! Can I get some ice cream and a soda?" America leaned forward onto the cart.
"Veh~What about some of my pasta!" Italy grabbed a bowl from nowhere, and held it out to them.
"Uh, no thanks dude," America replied, staring at the ice cream.
"Can we please just have some water?" Britain asked.
"Veh~I used it all to make my pasta!" Italy beamed.
"Whatever, dude. Come on." America walked off, looking sugar deprived. "Let's just go to McDonalds."