Matt had gotten dragged to a party by Mello and was bored, so he decided to play video games in a corner. Eventually though, Matt got hungry and decided to get some of the food that was set out. To Matt's surprise, all of the food was some sort of pasta dish. But, since Matt wasn't extremely picky about food, he just shrugged and grabbed a plateful. Matt was surprised to find that the past was good. Really good. In fact, it was the best past Matt had ever tasted. He was a bit curious as to who had made the pasta, so he decided to ask the other people at the party. No sooner had Matt walked into the living room, when he heard screaming coming from the kitchen. "Why the hell isn't there any chocolate?" Matt heard Mello scream.
"I'm sorry! I only know how to make pasta!" a whinny voice said back. Matt decided to walk into the kitchen to see what kind of trouble Mello had gotten himself into this time. Matt saw that the man Mello was yelling at was wearing a blue uniform of some kind and had orangeish brown hair with a single curl sticking out.
"Well you know what? You can take your pasta and shove it up your ass!" said Mello, flicking the alarmed man the bird.
"Mello, calm down. I brought some chocolate from our house in case they didn't have any at this party." Matt handed him a chocolate bar. Mello walked out of the room, satisfied. "Sorry about that. He has PMS. I thought that the pasta was amazing."
"You really think so?" said the man.
"Yeah, that was the best pasta I've ever had."
"Thank you!" the man screamed as he tackle glomped Matt. Matt got up and went back to playing video games in the corner.
Later on, the same man that Matt had talked to earlier came over to him. "Um that you for helping me out earlier. My name is Italy and…. I was wondering if you would….like to dance?" the man was blushing about fifteen shades of red. Matt was at a saving point, so he said yes.