Italy's P.O.V.
Last night I got a phone call from Mister America. He said he was coming over to Italy so I should be ready for him. Then he yelled at me for calling him Mister and that I should call him just America.
When I was about to leave to meet with America by this delicious pizza place, Germany stopped me.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to go meet up with America," I answered as cheerful as ever.
Germany seemed surprised. "America?! Why are you going to meet up with the enemy?!Did you ever think that he wanted to attack you once you met him?!"
"WAAA?!" I hadn't even really thought about that. But America is a nice guy isn't he? He doesn't seem bad.
"You didn't did you?" Germany sighed.
"What are you talking about?! America is a nice guy no?!"
"Italy-"
"You're being cruel Germany! Come on, smile! Don't be so paranoid!" I said, giving him a smile. "Well, I'm off!"
"Italy-"
I shut the door behind myself and skipped off to the meeting place. I kept on going until my skips turned to stomps. "I think I'm lost!" I whaled. "Where am I and how do I get to my destination-Pasta?!"
"You're not lost."
I turned around to see America standing there.
"So I'm here?" I asjed to be reassured.
America pointed to something above me. I looked and spotted the pizza sign. "Oh, I am!"
America gripped my shoulders scaring me half to death. He looked v~e~ry serious.
"Italy, bro …"
Oh no! What if Germany was right?! What if he did want to attack me?!
"We need to-"
"DON'T HURT ME PLEASE!" I screamed. "ALL I DO IS EAT PASTA! I'M AN INNOCENT VIRGIN WHO LIKES PASTA AND SMELLS LIKE GARLIC! IT'S TRUE! YOU COULD ASK GERMANY IF YOU LIKE, JUST PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!"
"Italy! Dude!" an annoyed America yelled shaking me back and forth. "Calm down! I just need to talk to you!"
"Ve~?"
"Yeah, it's important."
"Then what is it?" I asked very relievd that he wasn't here to attack me.
"Does Germany ever tell you that you and I are alike?" he asked me.
"Sometimes," I answered. "Last night he mentioned it."
"Do you know why?"
"No I don't. Do you~Ve?"
"Yep."
"Then tell me pwease!" I pleaded. I didn't see how the two of us were alike. He was a weird exterrasstrial burger loving man … and I love pasta~!
"It's because," He began growing suspense. "It's because … WE'RE IDIOTS! MORONS!"
"EHH?!" I shrieked. "I'm not a moron! How do you know I'm a morn?!"
"Because … has Germany sighed at you before?"
"Y-Yes."
"Has he called you a dumkoff?" he asked.
"Yes, though I don't know what it means."
"Neither do I but I think he says it when he's angry or something," America replied. "Anyway, do people talk about you behind your back?"
"S-Sometimes but they do that to you too-"
"Shut up, bra! Has anyone told you your elevator doesn't reach the top floor?"
"I feel like we've had this conversation before."
"Stop getting off track dude!"
"S-Sorry, Pasta!"
"See- that's why you're a moron," he told me.
"Well that's not very nice."
"Of course it isn't," America agreed. "That's why I called you here! So we could unbecome morons!"
"Then how do we do that?"
"I don't know, I thought you'd know."
"But, I just found out~Ve~!"
"Soo?"
"So, I don't have any ideas!"
"Then go ask Germany," he said with a yawn.
"I think you're missing the reason why you came here … pasta."
I waited while America let out a series of yawns. "Oh, hey Italy. Wjat were we talking about again?"
I thought about it. " ….. Pasta …?"
"No, no, no!" He said, shaking his head.
"Pizza?"
"No dude." America frowned. "Man, I wish I was smart."
"Yeah we were talking about that!" I pointed out.
America thought about it but then smiled. "You're right!"
"You remember now? Yeah! Yeah! We were talking about how pizza and pasta were smart food choices and that they can sure any disease! I remember now!"
A slap came to my face. It hurt a lot too, ve~.
America P.O.V.
"No dude!" I exclaimed. "We were talking about how NOT to be morons. Also everyone knows a hamburger cures any diease not pasta!"
"But pasta is good!"
"Of course it is," I agreed. "But hamburgers are getter."
"Ve?"
"It's true." Then it hit me. I was reminded of the time when England caught a cold. It wasn't the plague but it was some other kind of sickness. France called me an idiot once I put the hamburger over Britains head.
"That's it!"
"What's it?" Italy asked.
"Italy, you have to stop thinking pasta is the answer to everything alright?!"
He gave me a puzzled look and replied, "O-Ok. I'll try …but I really can't do that!"
I gave him a serious look. "What else do you like other than pasta."
"Other than pasta? Pizza, of course!"
"Something other than pizza," I groaned.
"Hmmm … Germany."
"Don't use Germany."
"Japan."
"Don't name people."
"America."
"Hey, stop naming people- Really?!" I asked realizing what he just said.
"Yeah!"
"You just touched my heart."
"Really? Yay!" Italy cheered.
"Hey wait, are you changing the subject on purpose?"
"N-no."
"Do you NOT want to be smart?"
"N-No!" Italy contradicted. "I really, really want to be smart! You see … I don't want Germany to hate me and have to always watch over me. To me, I feel like I'm a burden."
Wow, it was really brave of him to admit that. "Y-you're …"
"Hmm?"
"I don't usually say this to people but-"
"Vet~?"
"You're a hero, too, just like me."
"Really?"
I was so frustrated! He made me blush! That Pasta loving weirdo! "Y-yeah. More of a sidekick though."
Italy smiled. "That's fine with me!"
Germany P.O.V.
I let out a sigh. That idiot, Italy. He wanted to be smart … for me? For some reason I felt extremely happy.
Oh and just so you know at this moment I'm hiding in a bush listening in on America's and Italy's conversation. The two annoying idiots were trying to cure their stupidness. I sort of felt bad for the dumkoffs.
"So, I see that was their plan …"
"Ahhh!" I jumped at the sight of Britain crouching down in the bushes next to me.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked angry that he surprised me.
"The same reason why you're here," the studious bastard answered. "You were worried about Italy right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I was worried about America to some extent."
"Oh, I see. But I thought you mentioned something about another meeting."
"Well, I got there late but they ended it early because I wasn't there so I decided to see what America was getting himself into this time," he told me.
"Britain! Germany! What are you two doing here?!"
"In the distance they spotted an excited Japan, carrying a green bag over his back and a camera slicked around his neck.
Germany and Britain immediatley grabbed him and dragged him to the bushes in fear he'd blow their cover.
As Japan struggled, Britain and Germany covered his mouth so he couldn't speak but they were quickly blinded by a flash of light.
Japan sat up in the cool rough grass and out of his camera came a picture. "This is a nice picture of you two," he commented. "I'm keeping this one."
"Japan, you almost blew our cover," Germany explained as Japan slipped the picture into his bag. "We were spying one America and Italy."
"You and Britain together? This is a new development."
"Well luckily this won't last long," an annoyed Britain stated.
"I hear you."
Italy P.O.V.
"So, let's both try not bing obsessed with our favorite foos," America said.
"PASTA!" Quickly I covered my mouth. "I-I mean … okay!"
"That's good dude!" America smiled. "Alright, I'll meet you here tomorrowaround the same time!"
"Pa-Okay! Well then … bye America!" I yelled running in a different direction.
"Bye!" America shouted back. "And remember: No pasta!"
"I could say the same to you about burgers, America!" With that we went our own ways.
Germany P.O.V.
"Well, I think that's my cue to leave," said Britain standing up.
"Me too," I agreed.
"Umm … May I come with you Germany?" Japan asked.
"I don't know why'd you want to be with him," Britain snorted. "Besides, I'm a much better friend than him."
"What did you say-?" I growled at him but instantly stopped. "No …I shouldn't start a fight."
"What are you chicken?" Britain retorted with a smug grin.
"Says the guy who usually loses."
"Hey now listen here: I'm a former pirate!"
"So? I don't think that makes a difference."
"Yes it does! Pirates are vicious!"
"And? Maybe when you were a pirate you were vicious but not now."
"Hmph!" England frowned. "Anyway, shouldn't you hurry home before Italy notices you're gone?"
"Oh, crap! You're right! Well then bye!" I called as I hurried down the road.
"Ah-W-Wait for me!" Japan yelled chasing after me.