I can't believe I'm writing here again, but I feel as if I must tell someone. But just so you know, I'm still not frustrated. Perhaps a little annoyed. But only a little bit.

See, I tried using force. With Italy, I mean. N-Not a lot, of course. I just tried to drag her over to my house. That's all...I swear! I would never intentionally hurt Italy! Ever! ... Though it could've gone better if Italy didn't struggle so much.

She started crying and whining about how "Grandpa said I can't do that." Which is really weird if you think about it. The Ancient Roman Empire disappeared, right? In any case, she kicked up a great, big fuss and then that stupid France decided to stop me.

Why can't he mind his own business? Besides, it's obvious he wants Italy for himself. That bastard. As if I'd let him.

But France did give me a great idea. He had been lecturing about how mean I was being, harassing Italy. It was very hypocritical of him since he kept taking pieces of her land as well. So, I tuned him out. Though he did manage to get across the fact that I should stop being so violent and to try being nice. Nice. That was brilliant! Maybe if I did something really nice, like cook pasta or something, Italy might come with me. Willingly, even.

It's worth a shot.

...

It didn't work!! I messed up! I really messed up!

Mind you, everything started out fine. I got Hungary to cook me some spaghetti, and it looked delicious. I was so sure Italy would be happy about it. I thought, surely now, she would come with me.

But then-But then-!

When I found Italy, she was out in the fields, picking flowers. She looked so cute. I mean she always looks cute, but this time especially. You should've seen it.

The sun was just at this right angle where it hit her hair just right. The rays highlighting the strands to a shining auburn. And she was wearing this pretty crown of flowers, no doubt she wove it herself. It made her look so innocent. To complete the picture, she managed to attract a bunny and was carrying it. From where I stood, I could hear her singing to it.

So then... I basically froze up. I started thinking maybe this wasn't such a good idea. The scene looked so perfect, I didn't want to interrupt. I was about to walk away too... when she unfortunately noticed me. She called out my name and I froze on the spot.

She saw the spaghetti too. I must've looked like an idiot standing there with a steaming, plate of pasta. I thought it would look even worse if I turned tail and ran now. So... I had no other choice but to give it to her.

I should've ran while I had the chance.

At this point, I had become so nervous. Thinking that Italy must believe me to be some kind of moron. I just wanted to give her the spaghetti then get the hell out. And in my zeal to get it over with, I rushed at her and tripped.

I tripped over my own two feet.

How embarassing.

But it gets even worse. That plate of pasta? It sailed through the air and smacked right on Italy's face. It was the most humiliating moment in my life.

I didn't wait for her to get over the shock. I didn't even apologize! I took one look at her tomato-sauce covered face (which was still oddly very cute) and fled. I just ran. As far away as possible.

She must think I'm the worst person in the world.

I'm such a coward.