The brunette haired man walks stealthily forward, his prey within sight of him. So many chances, so many times he had to witness his fellow nations—NO! Brethren get killed by this thing that he loathed with every fiber of his being. As he balanced his wooden stick in one hand, he prepared himself for one of his greatest accomplishments.
He was no longer afraid.
"So YoU hAvE cOmE tO dIe, FoOLiSh TrEsSpAsSeR," the thing growled at the Italian. Italy said nothing, only focusing on the magic that England had taught him. Without waiting for an answer, the creature started to speak. "So Be It."
The lithe man smiles, casting an enchantment that would aid him in battle, an American rock song.
Waving his flag without a care in the world, the wimpy Italian began to attack.
Cookin' stuff, wavin' my flag
Went to war, took my chances
Made some pasta
I've got a full belly
Silly nation willing to not fight~
So many times, I eat way too fast
I trade my poor fight for pasta
Won't lose the grip that I got on salsa
Have to fight to keep my food inside~!
It's the flag of the Italian
It's the stealth of a wimp
Cookin' stuff before surrend'ing
To my boss
I'm the last known nation
Stalking his sauce 'fore flight
And I'm still running with the flag
OF THE ITALIAN~!
Flag to sword, out in the house
Stayin' low, keepin' hungry
Steve stacks the odds
Yet, I bring back my friends
But I'll make him go bloody
My flag has the will and skill to fight!
It's the flag of the Italian
It's the stealth of a wimp
Cookin' stuff before surrend'ing
To my boss
I'm the last known nation
Stalking his sauce 'fore flight
And I'm still running with the flag
OF THE ITALIAN~!
Cookin' stuff, wavin' my flag
Had the noodles, my dinner
Made some pasta
Now I'm not gonna stop
Grown up nation willing to—YES!—fight~!
It's the flag of the Italian
It's the stealth of a wimp
Cookin' stuff before surrend'ing
To my boss
I'm the last known nation
Stalking his sauce 'fore flight
And I'm still running with the flag
OF THE ITALIAN~!
The flag of the Italian
The flag of the Italian
The flag of the Italian
The flag of the Italian
"NoOoOoOo! AmErIcAn RoCk MuSiC, mY oNe AnD oNlY wEaKnEsS!" Steve cried out in pain as the last of guitar riffs fades into the distance.
"Se termină acum," Italy cried out in delight. With one swift movement, he brought one side of his flag and stabbed Steve through the heart.
With the flag of the Italian, one can never lose.
Face it, the Eye of the Tiger is awesome and so is Italy. Besides, wouldn't it would be awesome to have a showdown with Feliciano and Steve and the song came on (with these lyrics!) *is shot*
*Sighs* Awesome enough that I'm stalling to not study for exams. Read, enjoy, and review.
Se termină acum—It ends now.
