Now, who's hungry? (No pun intended)

Lapras was bored. He decided to go for a walk, but it was too hot. And he tried to read one of Malaysia's book but he soon got bored after reading halfway through the book. ' Maybe I'll ask Malaysia if she knows what I can do,' he thought to himself. He went upstairs and knocked on the door with his flippers. Inside, he could hear music. Opera music.

His owner answered the door and invited him inside. The music was clearer this time and Lapras couldn't understand the language. ' But, the music sounds beautiful,' Lapras admitted to himself. Malaysia just sits on her bed as she listens to the music from her radio. " Malaysia, who is singing this song and what language is this?" he asked as the song just finished.

Malaysia smiled and switched off the radio. " It's sung by Andrea Bocelli. He's Italian and the songs are how you say in Italian, magnifico!" Lapras nodded. " And what's the name of the song?"

" Por Ti Volaré," Malaysia answered before translating it. " It means ' For you I'll Fly'. And I can understand a bit of Italian." Lapras asked if she could teach him and Malaysia agreed. So they spent the whole evening speaking Italian to each other until the phone rang.

Malaysia picked up the receiver and and answered. " Hello?"

" Ve~ Ciao bella!" the other person replied. It was a man with an Italian accent. " I hope I am not disturbing you."

Malaysia chuckled at the Italian's shaky tone. " Don't worry, Italy. I was just about to make myself some lunch with Lapras." Then, she could hear Italy say something in Italian that she doesn't understand. She only knew the basics.

" Wonderful! Then I was wondering, if you would like to come over and make pasta with me. Please? Per favore?"

Malaysia smiled. How could she say no to an offer like that. " Sure, I'll be right over."

" Okay, arrivaderci!" Italy bidded her and the line went off. Malaysia quickly packed her stuff before asking Lapras, " How would you like some pasta?"

After the flight to Rome:

Italy. The country full of art and music flowing in the atmosphere. Malaysia and Lapras arrived at Italy's house. Lapras decided to knock. A man answered the door and he had auburn-coloured hair with a curl and he wore a blue military uniform and has a happy look on his face.

" Malaysia! I'm glad you're here and who is this?" he acknowledges Malaysia's pet waterhorse. Lapras introduced himself and he allowed the Italian man to pat him. " Salve, Italy!" Malaysia greeted him and Italy smiled when she tried to speak his language.

" So, are you ready to make some pasta?" Both Malaysia and Lapras nodded. Italy laughed and said, " Ve~ then, let's go!" And the three of them went inside and into the kitchen. Malaysia put on her apron while Lapras sat on one of the chairs to watch.

" What are we making today?" asked Malaysia. Italy smiled.

" Well, I was thinking of making spaghetti Marinara with Germany. But since he said that he's busy and so is Japan, I decided to call you and see if you would like to help me," Italy explained. Malaysia nodded in understanding. Lapras tilts his head to listen.

It went well at first, but somehow some things aren't working too well. " Why isn't there any pasta coming out?" Malaysia grunted in frustration as she tried to make the pasta with the pasta machine. All she had to do was mix some flour, eggs and even a little bit of water.

" I think it's because you're turning the crank at the wrong direction," Lapras pointed out to her. Malaysia, realized she's turning the machine backwards, was a bit embarrassed and turned back into the right direction. Both Lapras and Italy, who was busy with the pasta sauce laughed and so did Malaysia.

As they were cooking, Italy told Malaysia a few stories like how he, Germany and Japan formed a team. Also, he talked about his older brother who was currently staying with him for a while.

" Romano would be coming back soon after his visit to Spain's house," Italy told her. " So, it's best we make this special dish for all of us!"

" Even if it's breakfast here?" asked Lapras as he looked at the clock that says: 7:30 A.M. " Si, what makes a good morning is a good pasta."

" You have a point there, Italy," Malaysia admitted. The two of them were almost done. Lapras decided to help by setting the plates and cutleries and glasses while waiting. After the pasta was done, Italy and Malaysia entered the dining room to join Lapras.

The pasta smelled delicious with its tantalizing sauce with great-looking seafood mix onto the wavy strands of the spaghetti. Italy served the two guests and then one pasta for himself. Before eating, Malaysia looked at Italy.

" Should we wait for your brother?" she asked the Italian. Italy stopped eating his pasta and laughed. " Don't worry Malaysia. My fratello will be back soon before you could even say-"

" FRATELLO!" a voice called out for Italy. " Who are these bastards that are in our house?!"

Man, calm down! So what's your favourite pasta? Mine is beef lasagna.

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