Disclaimer:I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or Hetalia...blah blah blah.

AN:I'm writing a crossover of YGO and Hetalia! Hence the name...Yugitalia..
Enjoy!
And see if you can figure out which character is which...


"Germany sir!" Italy yelled, running up to Germany and running into him, face first, causing him to fall backwards. Germany sighed and flicked his white bangs out of his eyes, offering Italy a hand.

"What is it, Italy?" Germany snapped, staring at him with his purple eyes, crossing his arms. He had been right in the middle of making a plan to destroy the Allied Powers.

"Um..I was wondering...could I make some pasta?" Italy said, grinning eagerly, looking up at Germany with his chocolate brown eyes. Germany's eye twitched, the pencil snapping in his tan hand.

"That'swhy you interrupted me? To see if you could make pasta?" he said, glaring at Italy.

Italy smiled and nodded, his white hair going every which way, save for the one curl that stuck out, making him look possibly even cuter than he already was. Germany sighed and waved his hand. "Go ahead, go ahead. Just don't bother me again, ok?" he said, sitting back down into his chair.

"Thank you, Germany sir!" Italy said, saluting with his left hand before running off.

"You salute with your right hand, Italy!" Germany called after him, sighing and shaking his head. What am I going to do with him? He's so innocent and naive. He could easily get hurt... he thought.

Germany sat there few a few more moments before he smelled burning coming from the kitchen. "Italy!" he yelled, getting up and running towards the kitchen. Italy was standing there, sadly staring at his burnt pasta, Japan frantically trying to get rid of the smoke.

"Japan...what happened?" Germany ordered. Japan looked up and absently pulled at his ponytail.

"Well, Germany-san, I was in my room when I smelled something burning from in here. I got up and arrived in here, only to see that Italy had burnt his pasta." he said solemnly, watching Germany with his dark purple eyes.

Germany sighed and shook his head. "Italy, clean this up. Japan, go back to your room." He paused. "And...Italy...be more careful next time, ok?"

Italy nodded and smiled. "Yes sir, Germany sir!" he said, saluting with his left hand again.

"Salute with your right hand, Italy." Germany said, chuckling softly as he walked back to his room.

"Oh. Sorry, Germany sir!" Italy called after him, skipping back into the kitchen and cleaning up his mess.