Wow we actually got one…Thank you sooo much I was just about delete this one. Well let's get on with the only one we have!
"You're still checking eh?" Canada asked coming up from behind me making me yelp. "Yes…yes I am." I glared turning back to my computer after a few seconds. "Did you get anything today?" he asked. I shrugged. "Ve~ what is she doing Mateo?" Italy asked bouncing down the stairs to lean against the back of the couch. "Seeing if there's-"
"Yay!" Matthew looked over at me with a concerned look on his face. "Ve~ Mika are you okay?" the little Italian asked. "Yep, perfectly fine other then the minor issues I'll possibly have forever but hey who cares!" I grinned. "Oh yeah where's America he might have to answer something." Mattie sighs. "Al said something about being hungry so I think he went to McDonalds." He said. "Okay fine then, we'll make him answer when he gets back. Okay now to the question!" I exclaimed clicking on it. "Alright this is from Chocolateismylover and again thank you so much, you're awesome!" I clear my throat after my out burst. "Yeah okay so here it is,
"Hello!
So here are my questions:
For America: Has anyone ever mistaken you for Canada?
For Canada: So who do you like to hang out with? (besides Kumajiro, Cuba, and
America)
For Italy: Besides pasta, pizza, and gelato, what other foods do you love?"
"Ugh Mattie where is your brother! That first one is for hi-"
"Who called the hero?" the blonde asked walking into the room with a bagful of burgers and a shake. "Put your food down and answer." He stared at me for a few seconds before his eyes widened and he rushed over food still in hand. "Where is it?" he asked with a mouthful making me cringe and Mattie sigh. "They're asking if anyone has ever mistaken you for me." He explained making the American blink before busting up laughing after finally swallowing. "What mistake this fine piece of work for that wimp? As if!" he said after settling down only to go into his hero laugh as he walked into the kitchen, stuffing more burgers in his mouth. "That's not really nice Al." the Canadian said with a glare. "Aww, it's okay Mattie I still love you! I'd take you over him any day!" I grinned up at him, trying not to randomly tackle hug the unsuspecting Canadian. "Now for…Mattie-kun!" I looked up at him waiting since he could read over my shoulder. "Um…w…well I guess Papa when whenever he just drops in. Gil isn't all that bad except when 'The Bad Friend/Touch Trio' get together. And I hang out with Romano every once in a while…even if he does call me Maple bastard most of the time…" he paused think before he smiled a little. "Yeah that's about it."
"You're friends with my fratello Mateo?" Felicino asked excitedly. "Oui, Spain usual has him when he goes to bars with Papa and Gil." Canada explained. "And what are you doing in places like that with the frog and his perverted friends in the first place Mattie?" The American asked his hero side leaving and his over protective side showing. "Well Papa invites me whenever they go out and it'd be kind of rude not to accept his offer." Alfred rushed into the room grabbing his brother's shoulders. "Mattie I forbid you to go out with them anymore! I see how that Albino freak and Rapist frog look at you, and as your hero and big brother it is my duty to protect you and my little Ita-chan from people like them!" he yelled. "But aren't you a bit of a pervert when it comes to your 'Ita-chan'?" I asked smirking watching the blondes face get slightly red. "Ve, he is. You should see some of the things he makes me do when we're alone! Usually it involves some really sexy costumes that France-nii-"a hand was quickly clamped over his mouth. "W...what are you talking about Italy? You know I don't like anything that French frog makes. Your talking non sense." He laughed nervously
"Okay then! My turn!" Italy said loudly practically leaning on my shoulder from over the couch. "Ve~ other then pasta…that's hard…" he muttered. "Oh the Meatballs that Doitsu made were really good! But Pasta always top of my list." Italy ve'd happily. "What Feli! I thought I was top on your list! Don't you love me anymore?" America pouted making the Italian look at him. "Ve Of course I do, but I love Pasta!" Alfred looked at him with now watery eyes. I watched the two before deciding someone should explain. "Um…Al-kun, he was talking about his the food he loves…not people." I said. It took him a little bit before he started grinning. "Aww, my Feli loves me most!" he squealed glomping the clueless Italian.
