Once upon a time, the Italy brothers were staying at America's house.
It was soon dinner time. (or supper, if you're from one of those places where dinner means lunch.)
"Dudes, I know this great pizza place that has the best pizza in the world," America told the unsuspecting Italians.
"VE~I like pizza!" Italy said. "LET'S GO!"
"Bro, we can call the restaurant, and they'll bring it here!" America said, barely holding back laughter. Grabbing a phone, he asked them what they wanted on their pizza.
Italy and Romano said about 10 pizza toppings in Italian in perfect unison, which America didn't understand.
"So... Pepperoni?"
Romano threw up his hands and made a very annoyed sound whilst pacing the room.
MEANWHILE IN THE KITCHEN
"Got it, yeah, Guido's gonna deliver."NY said to America, who was "ordering" the pizza. "Yeah, like 15 minutes or something. K, bye."
NY hung up the phone and turned around to be greeted by a very irked looking NJ. "Guido?!"
"Yeah, deal with it. YO CALI!" NY yelled.
"I'M, LIKE, RIGHT HERE!" California yelled back.
"Oh," NY said, and turned around. "Pepperoni."
"This is gonna be, like, so lolz!" California said, putting a pizza in the oven.
About 15 minutes later(i cant remember the time it takes for a frozen pizza to cook, and I am freaking comfortable, so like hell am I getting up to check.) the pizza was ready. NJ, who was in a green polo and black pants, donned a hat and mustache, and left through the back door.
Ringing the bell, he could imagine the looks on Italy and Romano's faces when they learned that they were eating frozen pizza.
Thank God for auto save. I almost just lost this whole chapter. I really need to save more.
When America opened the door, NJ whispered to him as he handed over the pizza. "We also got Rhode to record the whole thing. He's in the vents, so don't leave the room you guys are in."
"Got it, thanks. YO, GUYS THE PIZZA'S HERE!" America yelled and ran away, holding the pizza above his head triumphantly.
Italy and Romano each took a slice when America sat it down.
"Ve~ it's good!" Italy said, taking a bite.
"For an American pizza," Romano added, with a disgust emphasis on the word American.
"Guys, what if I told you that that pizza wasn't delivered?" America asked, in pain from holding back laughter.
"What is it then?" Italy asked.
"It's not delivery... IT'S DIGIORNIO!" America said, and burst in to laughs.
Confused Italy brothers were confused.
When America saw they didn't get it, he clarified. "It's a frozen pizza."
Italy started crying and tried to force himself to throw it up, but was unsuccessful and passed out, while Romano let loose every cuss in every language he knew, before calling the mafia and yelling at them in Italian. Then he passed out.
