Sorry for the late chapter. i was too busy enjoying my winter break and writing other fanfiction. Plus, the basketball season is coming up so I am trying to practice. Not only that but I have the whole Hetalia series on dvd so I wanted to watch most of it.

Also, my dog started barking at the snowman again. The snowman didn't even have eyes or a mouth. Seriously, he's such a scaredy pants.

Well anyway, I hope you enjoy this new chapter!

Italy's P.O.V.

"Okay! Listen up!" America ordered. "We're going to work on how we talk!"

"Ve?"

"That's exactly it dude!"

The two of us were where we had met up yesterday, having anotherr meeting. I was extremely confused. "What?"

"You say~Ve~ all the time!" It was funny hearing him trying to immitate my accent.

"So I can't say ~ve~ anymore?"

"Yeah, and I can't say dude, dude!" he answered. "I mean … yeah!"

"Okay! I'll try!"

"Not just try man! Do!"

"Y-Yessir!"

"Good, now do you want to get some Pizza?" he asked me.

"Sure~V-" I stopped myself. "Sure!"

That's when we walked into the pizza place we had been standing outside of. We hurried to a seat and sat down. The cutioning was so warm and soft. I just couldn't help myself, I had to bounce! I bounced up and down, over and over again.

America, who sat across from me, frowned. "Stop doing that du-" he cut himself off.

"Ha! You almost said dude!" I laughed as I stopped bouncing.

"Shutup!" He dumanded snatching a menu from the table.

I grabbed one too, snickering as I examined the foods listed. A waiter shuffled up to us and took out a yellow pad and pen. "Hello sirs, may I take you order?"

"Yessir," I began. "I'll have the small delux without the kiwi on it~ Ve! OOPS!"

The waiter swiftly wrote my order down without paying attention to my slight mess up. "And for you?"

"I'll take what he's having, du-"

"Okay, coming right up! Would you like a drink with that?"

"I would! V-"

"Me too, du-"

"Okay," said the waiter with a smile. "I'll be right back."

Once we were left alone the two of us gazed at each other. In unison we sighed and layed our heads down. "We're morons …."

"We keep messing up …" I whined.

"I know …"

We stayed quiet, thinking to ourselves. It was really hard trying to not be a moron. I didn't think I could take much more of this. Seeing that I was bored, I grabbed the salt and pepper jars, ready to play with them when I heard America call my name. "Italy, bro." I looked up. "Don't do that either."

I dropped my head and slid the salt and pepper to the other side of the table. My tummy then started to growl. Immediately that one I heard another growl but this time it appeared to have come from America.

"Ha! Your stomach sounds funny!" I chuckled.

"So does yours!" he laughed back.

"Sirs, here's what you ordered." The waiter was back with our meal.

"Gratze!" I said.

"I've been wondering …" The waiter began. "Could you be Italy?"

"Yep, that's me, V-"

"Stop almost saying saying it dud-Bro!"

"You too Past-"

America and I sighed. "Are you two alright?" the waiter asked.

"Yes," We groaned.

"Anyway, I've always wanted to meet you Mr. Italy!" he continued. "My grandma told me stories about you! Can I have your autograph?!"

The waiter held out a pen and pad and I took it. I began to write, From Italy to waiter-san, P-P-P-P-P-P

I spotted America peer over at the pad. "Don't write it," he told me. "Don't."
P-P-P-P-Pasta! I hand him the pad. "There! I wrote it!" I shouted triumphantly. "I wrote Pasta!"

A slap came to my face. "You idiot!"

"B-But I can't take it any longer! I need PASTA!" I whined.

"Eat the pizza!"

"But I don't want to!"

"Eat it!"

"But I don't want to!" I shouted. "Come on America! I know you want burgers just as much as I want pasta!"

America immediatley fell silent. "I-"

"Huh?"

"I …"

"America?"

He then surprised me when he lifted his hands in the air like a psycho path. "I need burgers!"

"Yeah! That''s the spirit, America!"

"Burgers! Burgers! I want burgers!"

"And I want pasta, pasta!"

The waiter slipped the pad into his pocket. "I'm sorry sirs, but we don't have any of those things."

The two of us instantly stopped.

"No burgers?"

"No pasta?"

Germany's P.O.V

I watched with the pain in the ass Britain as the two dumkoffs, America and Italy finally realized what kind of restaurant they were in. Peaking from behind the menu I saw them whimper.

"NOOOO!" They cried.

Those idiots ….

Okay! Another chapter finished! :)

Also, am I the only one who never thought of LichtensteinxUK before reading fanfictions about it? I seriously never thought of that pairing until I read some stories. Now I'm hooked. I'm also hooked on GermanyxHungary, another far out there pairing. What am I going to do with myself.