Nov 4th

I woke up on my own for once. Climbing down the stairs I find that America fell asleep on the couch. I make myself some tea and I find im not really that hungry. After my second cup Canada and Kuma come down.

"Thanks for letting me out last night Sam." Kuma said Canada and I shared a confused look.

"Did i? I used to do it for lily… my dog."

"Yes…hungry?" since Canada was elbow deep in pancake mix I grab him some fish. I pet him as he ate because I missed the feel of fur.

(I had to stop writing here irl to go hug my dog)

I was given a pancake by Matt and I tried to eat it all I swear I did.

"Sam. are you Ok? You barely eaten half a pancake?" Canada said worried

"I'm not sick yet I swear… I'm just not hungry. I'll eat better at lunch promise."

Canada, America and I killed time by watching spice and wolf and full metal.

"Canada do you have Italy's number?"

Canada give it to me and I call Italy

"Chio! This is Italy speaking!"

"Hi Italy! Its me Sam. Listen I'm going to catch a cold soon so I was wondering if we could make some pesto and noodles together.

"That sounds great! Ill call Germany!-"

"No wait! Germany busy doing something for me today ok? So can it be just us?"

"Your doing this just to keep me away from him today right? Ve~"

"A little it also has something to do with the fact that your one of my favorites and that its on my bucket list to cook with you.

"Bucket? List?" he asked

"Its like? … a list of things you want to do before you die? Im not dieing! It's a future thing! I swear! Its just everyone has one. Meeting Canada, cooking with you and lazertag are my top three.

We talk for a long time before I run off with America to grab my coat and boots from his house. I had a nice velvet arc and some steel-toed boots that would help later tonight. Matt and America left me to do their work so I started a new story about Germany and Italy. I had Germany's pov down but got writers block on Italy for some odd reason so I searched fanfiction for a Italy pov to help. I read a story about Italy losing his voice which was funny but completely unless and then got lost in a harry potter story were Dumbledork was the bad guy.

A knock at the door dragged me out of harry's diolog

"Ve~! I have pasta!" Italy sings to me I let him in and grab the ingredients for the pesto from his hands

"Cool! Lets go to the kitchen then" I checked my phone for the time. Just after 1o'clock. After lots of slicing and dicing and boiling of water the food was done. I walked up the stairs to Canada's study. Canada was sitting there signing papers and muttering to himself. Kuma was sleeping in his lap. I rap my arms around his neck and felt his skin flush.

"Food's done Canada…" I trailed off brushing the back of my hand against his chin. I let go and grin at his flushed face.

I walked to Americas room and found him laying on his bed sleeping a large pile of papers stacked neatly on the desk on the other side of the room. I had some fun and hopped on to the bed jumping as high as the ceiling would let me.

"Wooaaahhh! Stop Sam!"

"Foods Done Foods Done!" and then I ran out of the room not wanting to be caught by America who was running right behind me.

"Italy! Italy! Save me! Americas going to get me!" I screamed going down the stairs two at a time

I hid behind the door to the dining room and america ran past me.

"Where is she!" He asked Italy Italy started to laugh as he watched me ponce on America. We fell and I had him in a head lock.

"Got you!" America was laughing at me and flipped us over

"Wow your so strong Sam!" said Italy

"You heavy fucker!" I yelled from underneath america. He was still in a head lock so I tightened it until he tapped out.

Canada came in to see me and america on the floor laughing.

"Ve~ me and Italy made pasta!" I said laughing imitating Italy. Italy pulled me up and I pulled up America. We all sat down at the table still giggling. After eating our pesto and pasta I grab Italy and drag him up into my room.

"Italy this is my room! I have one at america's house too!"

"Its nice!" he picked up my picture of me and my brother.

"Oh! You use to have short hair!"

"Yeah it was the style at the time, I had short hair a week ago! When you guys summoned me my hair grew long again… I have no idea…"

"oh…well… who's this?"

"That's my baby brother his name is Michael Darwin." I said with the usual pride in my voice.

"You love him ve~" Italy cooed at me

"Yes, I have always wanted him! I begged my parents for a baby for 7 years before he was born! Then on some random day they were all like 'Hey Sam… you know how you've always wanted a baby brother? Well your mom and I had an oppsie and now you're going to have one.'"

"He's cute. He looks like a little Germany!"

"Alittle I can see it in the hair. My family does have a little German from my fathers side. Speaking of Germany! You know if you need a girlfriend to talk to I'm here right?" I asked taking his hand. He giggled.

"We will be the best of friends Sam!" Italy said pulling me into a hug

"Yay! Now I'm friends with two of my top five favs!"

"You have a list?"

"Yes! Canada Russia Sweden Germany and you, Italy are my top five! Its killing america that Russia is higher on the list then him!" I said sniggering

Habit was forcing me to check my phone for the time again. I found it was almost 3.

"You do that a lot don't you?" asked Italy

"Yeah it's a problem with my generation… can't live without our phones." I said laughing at my own stupidness.

"So, my new girlfriend… what do you have Germany doing?"

"This is test, da?" I said getting in to my Russia act again giggling at the end

"I have Germany burning a cursed item so Canada and I can go hunting. He's going to call me around six."

He thought really hard about this then in a really serious face asked

"Why are you treating me like this all the others like to pretend I'm really innocent?"

"Everyone likes to forget about your mafia…I have read to many creepypasta's to forget… creepypasta is dedicated to you being this extreme actor… which I guess you are alittle." We hung out for the next 2 hours before I told him to help me out with my outfit.

"I really need your help Italy! I not sure if I should got with a undershirt or go with a turtle neck!" both were black.

"The undershirt would make Canada nervous. Which on a normal day is awesome! but the turtle neck could get caught on something…"

"go with the undershirt." I nodded

"Your right. If I caught then I could just act like a slut to get away." He giggled at me but didn't comment. I was blushing not really meaning for that to come out.

I was wearing black pants my dark brown arc velvet welding jacket the undershirt Italy helped me pick out and some dark eye shadow when I walked in to Canada's study.

"Canada! Your not ready yet?" I asked he was still wearing a white shirt! I dragged him to his room and with Italy's help we picked out a black long sleeved shirt and dark blue jeans.

"15 more minutes…" I said to the other three

"How do you know?" asked Italy.

"I'm only telling you this because your my very best gay friend… umm so when I was summoned I was writing a new story… about me being summoned by you guys… I havnt stop writing so I get a heads up about stuff happening…"

"Wow! Ve~ so you would know when Germany calls…"

"That's right… so do you want to see what the fans thank of you two?" I said with a pervy smirk. I pull out my computer and typed in gerita in the google search bar. I handed it over and they spend the next 5 minute or so arguing over who got controls.

"Feels so good being bad~

(oh oh oh oh oh)

There's no way I'm turning back~

(oh oh oh oh oh)

Now the pain is my pleasure cause nothing could measure~"

s+m started to ring on my phone and I answered quickly.

"Hi Germany!"

"Sam… I called to tell you I've burned it…"

"Very good! And you weren't seen?"

"No…"

"Good! Good! Where are you?"

"At home why?"

"Italy coming over. I don't think you should be alone Germany."

"His with you? Why?"

"I invited him over to have pasta. I think Im catching a cold… anyway goodbye Germany."

I hung up.

"Go on then Italy." I said making waving motions at him. He saluted me and marched away.