"So I heard somewhere that pasta means paste in English." Alfred explained to his friend, Feliciano.
"It does, but Italian's so much prettier than English." Feliciano beamed in joy as if he'd already forgotten how the conversation began.
"Do you know the meaning to the different types of pasta's names?" Alfred asked his Italian friend as the names had always confused him when he saw them in stores or heard one of the Italies say those fancy sounding names with his untrained ear.
"Si, of course." Feliciano smiled cheerfully at his friend.
"Spaghetti?" Alfred asked about the first one to pop in to his head.
"It means little strings." Feli beamed up at his friend.
Alfred felt an amused smile surface upon his own face.
"I'm sure that you already know this one. Capello d'angelo or angels' hair." Feliciano smiled up at his taller friend as if the conversation thrilled him and the fact that Alfred may already know the English equivalent to one type of pasta.
"How about linguine?" Alfred couldn't help asking.
"Linguine are little tongues." Feliciano answered his friend with delight.
Alfred couldn't stop his small chuckle in time.
"Any more?" America finally asked North Italy after having received his previous answer from the North Italian.
"Sedani translate to celery stalks." Feliciano grinned gleefully.
"Dude, I need to learn Italian." America gasped out in excitement as well as his positive and good mood as of present.
"You should." North Italy grinned widely; the fact that the Italian language still differed depending on where you'd go in Italy didn't cross Feliciano's mind really nor did the fact that America's main reason for wanting to learn Italian was the fact that it could sometimes amuse the American nation enter Feliciano's mind.