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Chapter 1- I hate pasta
"West and Italy, just type in whatever you want to say here and it will respond in a few seconds. It's just a robot, so feel free to say anything you want, Kesesese~. Have fun you two!"
Prussia sauntered out of Germany's room, Gilbird perched and cheeping on his head. Italy bounced in the computer chair, eager to begin conversing with the bot.
"Veh, I wanna try talking to it first Germany!"
"Ja, that's fine. Go ahead."
Italy: Veh~ hi!
Cleverbot: How many miles?
Italy: Veh? I don't know about miles, but Prussia always brags about something called his "five meters". Germany won't tell me what he means.
Cleverbot: The meaning of life.
Italy: Veh? Prussia's "five meters" is the meaning of life? Confusing.
Cleverbot: Indeed.
*back in Germany's room*
Italy sat at Germany's computer, trying to process what "five meters" meant and how it relates to the meaning of life. Germany watched over the smaller nation's shoulder, attempting to keep the conversation and Italy under control.
"Germany, what does Prussia mean by "five meters"?"
"You will learn when you're older. Don't ask France. Or Prussia. And NEVER ask him to show you what it means!"
"Veh, why Germany?"
The blond nation sighed and rubbed his temples. He hadn't expected a stupid bot to crop up so many awkward questions from Italy. Damn! Prussia probably knew something like this would happen. Stupid albino ex-nation… Germany turned to Italy.
"We are not discussing this right now."
"But-"
"NIEN!"
Italy quaked with fear at the tone and intensity in the older nation's voice. He gulped and turned back to the computer to continue talking.
Italy: Do you like pasta? I love pasta!
Cleverbot: No.
Italy: Veh! Why not?
Cleverbot: It's the worst food ever invented.
Italy: ….
Cleverbot: Did I say something wrong?
*back in Germany's room*
Germany stared at the screen, eyes widening in horror as he knew the pasta insults would cause an outburst. He knew this would be a problem very soon. As if on cue, Italy turned to him, flailing his arms needlessly and wailing "GERMANY THIS ROBOT SCARES ME IT'S REALLY MEAN AND IT DOSENT LIKE PASTA AND IT-"
Germany was about to snap. He could feel a headache coming on if the Italian continued this much longer. It needed to end. The only way he could possibly calm the Italian quickly was to shock him into silence with a rash and out-of-character act. Germany grabbed Italy's wrist and pulled him into a hug, wrapping his strong arms around Italy's small shoulders. Italy was so shocked, he lapsed into silence.