Extras #2: Italy
"Veh! It's my turn now!" Italy practically squealed.
"I like pasta! You like pasta too, right? Pasta reminds me of blood and brains and death and rope I could use to hang you with and guts and-,"
"Ahem! Italy, on with somezing else now!" Germany coughed.
"Veh…Okay! My curl is actually a radio antenna I use to communicate with the Italian mafia so I can tell them who to-,"
"ITALIEN! BEKOMMEN SIE MIT DEM PROGRAMM DIESEN MOMENT!" Germany roared.
"I AIN'T SCARED OF YOU, SAUSAGE!" Italy roared back with much more force. He then grinned happily like nothing happened and chirped, "That's number 3!"
Germany quivered.
"Oh, and my country is much bigger than you think! See how my land is shaped like a boot? That's only the left leg of my country!"
"…Left…leg?"
"Yup!" Italy replied.
"Oi, what about Romano?"
"That's my fourth one! I AM Romano!" Italy shook his head vigorously and out popped another curl. "Ha, you really thought there were two Italys, didn't you bastardos?"
"Wha-? Mi tomate, how could you betray me, amor?" Spain cried out in agony.
"Aw, Spain! I always loved you! That potato is stopping me from staying with you!"
And that, children, is how World War 3 started.
