Italy stared up at the leaning tower of pizza. He smiled happily, eyes closed as always, his hair curl sticking out wildly. He was proud of his pizza tower. So when America sniffed the air, Italy decided it'd be best for him to hide the pizza tower. He hid it behind his back, although it was obvious it was there.
America soon came over, trademark grin plastered on his face cheerily. "Italyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"
"Ve~?"
America only lunged for the pizza tower. Italy shook his head, eyes remaining closed. DUH.
He kept reaching for the tower of pizza, and Italy wondered if he could hold up on his own. Lovino, his brother, was busy in some weird meeting. But anyways.
Long last, America grabbed the tower of pizza and nibbled on it before chewing down.
It was literally a tower of pizza. A pile of cheesy pizza.
Well, it's gone now.
If you were hoping to talk with the pizza, look in America's stomach.