Once we were inside, Mr. America screamed out "YAHOO! HOME SWEET HOME! Italy dude that was some awesome driving skills, you got there!"
As the Fake Italy thanked him, I was left thinking to myself "You call that awesome? It was more like a nightmare! I 'am amazed that you guys are still in one piece, after that!"
"So Italy dude, what you wanna do, now?"
It took a bit of time, before the Fake Italy replied "I want to see a movie and eat pasta!"
"Hahahaha! Awesome dude! Only, I 'am gonna have chips. Dip, and popcorn!" Mr. America said. He then asked Mr. Canada "What bout you bro?"
Mr. Canada replied "I "am with the movie, but I 'am to going take a pass on food"
"You sure?" Mr. America asked again. Mr. Canada then politely refused and said that he wasn't hungry. I assumed it was because of that high-speed ride we just took.
"Suite, you're self bro" Mr. America said.
When the Fake Italy appeared to be getting, what he wanted, in the kitchen, I sawn Mr. Canada and Mr. America talking to each other quietly in the other room. Admittedly this had peaked my courtly, so I went towards them and listen in, to their conversations. I'd listen to them, until I heard Mr. Canada asking America "So America are going to go to see Japan tomorrow?"
"Heck, Yeah! Oh, yeah! That's right I gotta see if Japan knows if Germany needs the hero to help with that party!" America said.
At that moment, that sentence had captured my full attention. I was soon mentality thanking, whatever force had brought to this headache of a country. "Yes! Finally a nation that can lead me to Germany!" I happily thought to myself.
After they were done, we all went to the living and took a seat in front of the magical box, Mr. America holding large bowl filled with thin, yellow curled up, paper, while Fake Italy held a bowl filled with steaming hot pasta. How Fake Italy was able to make that, so fast was a beyond my understanding. Mr. America then took out a flat-circular objects and did a few things that made it look like it the circular object in one gulp. Yet another one of those things that baffles me. The screen on the box soon change from pitch black to moving pictures and then moving drawings.
It was interesting sight, when the drawings appeared. It seem to be were putting on a play. The story seemed to be about two best friends, who live together happily in same village, until one day. Another village waged war, on the friend's village. It had seemed to go on for a while, until one of friends decide that he wanted to put a stop it.
As the play went on, the more I was invested in the story. I guess it was the fact that I could sort of relate to what these friends were going through, as a similar thing happen to me and Italia, except the friend gone off for noble reasons, while I gone for selfish reasons.
Once it had gotten to a scene were the one friend was going to say good-bye to friend, I was just about tear up, until Fake Italy had stopped eating, stood up and said "Ve, sorry America and Canada, I just remembered that I'd forgotten some spices for my pasta. I'll be back soon" with a slight smile.
"Okay, dude. But be gone too long, were just getting to the good part" Mr. America happily said"
"Where is he going? I wondered. He may have been able to pull the wool over Mr. America and Mr. Canada, but I could very well tell that he was hiding something. After the faker left, I gotten up and went after him.
It took me a while to find him. That faker was fast and embarrassed to say, but I had gotten lost. When I did find him he was sitting on a metal chair in front of the house, with his head down. Curious I walked closer to him and found out that he was quietly crying. I was surprised, though I shouldn't have been by this, after seeing him crying multiple times that day, but it felt different this time. It was like he had just lost, compare to other times were it was like he was two year-old crying, after tripping over a rock.
As I kept on watching him, I began to feel more and more, sorry for him, so much so that I had forgotten that I was a spirit and was about to comfort him, but I'd soon snapped myself out of it. "What the heck I 'am doing?" I thought. I didn't know why I'd felt this way, maybe it was because he looked like Italia or maybe I'd just felt sorry for him, I don't know.
It had token awhile, before Fake Italy had calmed down, we then went back inside.
When we'd finally came back, Mr. America said "Hey, Italy dude where have you been? You missed the best part?"
"Sorry America I had to get the restroom" Fake Italy lied.
At that moment Mr. America asked "Hey dude? Where are those spices you said you needed?"
"Oh, I realized I didn't need them" Fake Italy replied
Mr. America then said "What eves"
After the play was over Mr. Canada and Fake Italy gone back home, saying that it was getting late and that Mr. Canada need to get to his bear. Soon it was just me and Mr. America.
Mr. America went off to watch more plays for a while, until he too, went to bed. I soon followed his lead and went to sleep.
