"Hey, Japan~!" Italy yelled. "I have- WAAAAH!"
Italy suddenly tripped. Before he hit the ground he stopped just short of a katana Japan swiftly pulled from nowhere. He jumped further than a meter back when he saw the blade.
"Wait! Don't hurt me! My family is poor!"
"Oh, I'm sorry... " Japan said as he pulled his sword away. "You startled me."
"Japan," A curious England called, being a witness of what just happened. "How do you do that?"
"Do you mean the sword thing? He does that all the time." The suddenly-calm Italian answered first. "Ve~ Once, he pulled a rice ball out of nowhere in the bath while Germany and I were visiting. And it was dry, too."
"Alright... But how, exactly?"
"Yeah, actually, how do you do that?"
"Er..." Both pairs of eyes were on Japan. "Well... it's hard to explain... It's a trick China-san taught me a long time ago..."
"Ah... Yes, that makes sense." That satisfied Britain. He had witnessed China build more than one China Town in mere seconds after all. With that he walked away.
On the other hand, Italy didn't really get it, but he didn't really care too much either. He continued to stand there curiously. Japan returned his sword to wherever he grabbed it and looked at the Italian before him. "There was something you needed me for?"
"Oh right!" Italy remembered. "I made some pasta!"
This... is to keep myself creative. ...And to become a better writer. I'm not very good, but the only way to become a better writer is to write. By the way, there isn't meant to be much of a plot found in these. Just... brief entertainment.